Pirate Control Vector

Chapter 292 Whiskey Peak

"Unfolding under the moonlit night, the unimposing figure standing in the sky is the intersection of white and red

The wings falling from above are dark but beautiful
Dotted with beautiful scenes that do not belong to this world, but represent the bells and announcements of death
Skulls come down, not even the wings of seagulls can resist

The encroachment of death that fell subsequently eroded the world. "

In an information room, there was such a man reciting such a sentence. His rough appearance did not match the beautiful sentence. Obviously, this passage was not written by him, and he did not have the literary talent.This passage comes from the document in his hand that records the time of 1515 in the Haiyuan calendar. It is written by a certain bard, and it is also a summary of an incident that happened in the navy not long ago.

The man threw the documents aside impatiently, yawned deeply and sleepily, took out a cigarette case and a lighter from his pocket, and lit it up.

At this time, an arm reached over, unceremoniously took out another cigarette from his cigarette case, and at the same time took his lighter and lit it.

The man looked up at the man, and said casually, "What, it's Nisibi!"

Nisibi blew out a smoke ring, "Russ, how is the investigation going?"

"What else can I do to find someone based on this news that I don't know if it's true or not? Who would grow such a pair of wings if nothing happened, it must have been written by those writers again."

Nissibe then puffed out the smoke ring and yawned, but he was too sleepy.

"Who knows what the boss thinks, but since it's a task, just tell us to do it. You also know that we do this kind of work, the most taboo thing is to inquire. If you want to have a bright future, you can only ask Be courageous, follow the patience step by step, working here is much more secure than struggling outside.”

This is Whiskey Mountain, a town that welcomes pirates on the surface, but in fact it is a gathering place for bounty hunters.There are hundreds of bounty hunters living here. There are children and women, but there are no old people.Although the old man can attract the sympathy of others just like women and children, the old man moves slowly after all, and his physical actions can no longer keep up with his thinking and actions. He has already been eliminated by this cruel society and reduced to a tombstone on the cactus rock.

"SAPOTEN GRAVEYARD" translates as cactus rock cemetery. The sharp thorns protruding from the mountain peaks are actually tombstones. In the tombstones are not only the corpses of pirates, but also the corpses of their bounty hunters. .The bounty hunter business is literally life and death.Stepping into death in order to survive, gaining life in battle after battle, this is the industry.

Les nodded apprehensively.

Compared to other places, this place is already a bounty hunter's paradise, at least here they don't have to face the unpredictable weather in the great route.

"But based on this information alone, and the appearance of that child a few years ago, it's a bit difficult to say."

Now it is 1518 in the lunar calendar of the sea, three years have passed, and there is no news about that child, how to find a person who disappeared at sea for three years.

Les continued: "Maybe, it has already become the food of Neptune in the sea."

Nisibi snuffed out the little cigarette butt left, "It doesn't matter whether he becomes food or not, as long as the tasks of the Baroque Work Club are done correctly, anyway, as long as you do according to the requirements of the tasks, you will contribute. When the ideal country is established in the future, maybe I won’t have to continue to engage in such dangerous work, marry a wife and have a baby, and live a leisurely life for the rest of my life.”

The Baroque Work Society, an organization with the purpose of building an ideal country, claims that according to its contribution, it will get corresponding power and status after the country is established. No one knows who its boss is, and no one knows how it was established.But everyone knows that this contribution can indeed give people something, such as strength!So the more forward the codename, the stronger the people, and their whiskey mountain is just a branch of the Baroque Work Club.

Les joked unceremoniously: "You still want to live a leisurely life? I guess I just gave you the money this time, and I will spend it all tomorrow, or spend it on women's bellies."

Nisibi was also polite, "I'm doing what a normal man does."

"It's really normal for you, but I guess you can get a divorce as soon as you get married."

"Tch." Nisibi waved his hand, and then said, "What do you think of the few mid-level agents who came here recently?"

Les glanced at Nisibi, maybe he was thinking about asking what to do, or maybe he was being wary.He suggested, "Who knows what, I didn't see anything, but since he was selected as a middle-level agent, his strength must not be weak, why don't you try it."

"Ghosts are going to try it. You must know that pirates are rampant now. It's too late to deal with pirates. How can you deal with your own companions?" Nisibi said.

Les smiled, with a tacit charm in his smile. "BAROQUE" - the signboard of the Baroque studio, this organization is not a friendly and harmonious organization, stepping on the partner's position is the right way, maybe one day, there are still two of them talking and laughing, The next moment they will draw their guns and face each other.But he was right about one thing, no one wants to do things that are thankless here.

"Hurry up and get some sleep, I heard that another group of pirates will come tonight."

"Come again?" Les looked a little surprised, "Didn't you just finish dealing with a group of pirates last night? Why are you here again now? There can be no fraud, right?"

"Don't worry, these are pirates who have been stalking for a long time. Although they are not weak in strength, and the bounties of all the crew members add up to several million, but coming to our town, they are doomed to become countless pirates. One of countless tombstones in the Saguaro Rock cemetery," Nisibe said.If it was really a fraud, he would not have come to inform Les at all, but had run away by himself. It was precisely because there was no danger that he came to smoke.

"How many millions of Baileys? If you divide them proportionally, there are tens of thousands of Baileys, and you can live comfortably for a few days." Les calculated in a hurry.

At this moment, Nisibi interrupted his thoughts.

"Then do you have this, lend me a little." Nisibi rubbed his fingers, meaning Bailey.

"I know it's no good for you to come to me, so get out of here, there's no money."

Nisibi smiled, "Russ, I know you looked at Miss. Wednesday, the eyes are not the normal ones, you want to chase her?"

"Is it wrong to like a girl?" Les said bluntly without any embarrassment of being exposed.

"It's not wrong." Nisibi said.

(End of this chapter)