Pirate Control Vector

Chapter 302 Jade Doll

Whiskey Mountain has been very lively these days because of Fang Xing's appearance.

Although many bounty hunters are mostly self-aware people, there are also bold and money-greedy people, especially in addition to the two, there are also some sneaky, raped and slick people. Behavior dots are contradicted.

But under Fang Xing's iron and blood methods, it slowly calmed down.

However, this pacification is only a pacification under the iron fist. These bounty hunters are like wild beasts being chained up. Although their scope of action is restrained, their ferocious nature cannot be restrained.Therefore, some people whose ferocity was aroused were angered by some of the original contradictions, and the whole Whiskey Mountain became chaotic and lively, and this also meant that there were a few more tombstones on the Cactus Rock Cemetery.

At this time, a man wearing bright striped clothes came to this small town from afar, followed by a young girl.The destination of their trip was this bustling Whiskey Mountain.

"It's really a poor country. It's a pity to waste the rare rest time on it." A man with hair tied with an Arabic numeral "3" on his head said.He tried his best to be gentle when he spoke, and the glasses on his eyes were also to set off his gentleness, but his image was contrary to the gentlemanly style he deliberately expressed.

Regarding this point, the little girl with double braids nodded shyly. Coming here really messed up her plans, and there was nowhere for her to create and rest.

"Mr.3 This is the mission of the boss. Even if there is no other way, I can only come here. And this time, I will meet a bounty criminal with a reward of [-] million. I think it is necessary to be cautious."

Mr. 3 sighed at first, if it was other criminals who offered a reward of [-] million, he would not even have the idea of ​​coming.But if the information provided by the boss gave him confidence, he didn't express any surprise or any prudence, but said in a low voice: "If I don't give my brilliant artistic mind a full rest, I won't Know what harm it can do."

Regarding this point, the little girl shook her head in denial, but didn't say much.

The arrival of the two attracted the attention of the town's bounty hunters.

After all, this is the gathering place of bounty hunters. Whether it is the vengeance of pirates or the vendetta between bounty hunters, it happens from time to time, so it is very sensitive to the arrival of outsiders.

The bounty hunter first checked the recent reward list, and after confirming that it was not the bounty in it, he said, "Who is here?"

"Ah, ah. Although I act very low-key, I don't even know it. The people in the organization are really lazy now."

The little girl intervened very bluntly, "The logo on your head doesn't mean to be low-key."

Mr.3 touched the sign on his head, and said softly: "Well, Miss. Golden Week, this is force majeure. Compared with this sign, the sign of 2 is obviously more suitable for me. If the task is completed this time, the boss will probably agree to it." Consider swapping the positions of Mr. 2 and me."

Miss. Golden Week shook her head, but did not puncture Mr.3's fantasy.

The behavior of the two as if no one was there made some bounty hunters extremely angry. In this state, a bounty hunter who was more aggressive pulled the trigger to fight back.

The bullet was blocked by a wall of wax that rose up at an unknown time before reaching Mr.3.The wax wall was very hard, the bullets were only slightly embedded in it, and two-thirds of the shell casing was exposed outside.

Mr.3 smiled, with an extremely confident expression on his face, "The walls made of my wax are harder than steel."

Seeing this strange devil fruit ability, someone immediately realized who Mr. 3 was, he was the senior agent of Baroque Works!

The shooter tried to escape, but was caught up by the pile of wax thrown by Mr. 3, tightly wrapped around his body, and slowly died of suffocation.

He is ruthless, decisive, and has strange abilities, which are characteristics that almost only exist in senior agents.Under this method, the bounty hunters acquiesced that they were also members of the Baroque Work Agency, and agreed with the senior agent Mr. 3 and his partner to enter this town.

After entering, Mr.3 and Golden Week were led by those who succumbed to their strength to Fang Xing's location.

Before they entered, the voice came from afar.

"come in."

Mr. 3 and Golden Week looked at each other in surprise, the reason why they were surprised was the voice just now.The sound is not loud, but it is clear, but this is what makes it seem weird. You must know that although they are not far from the destination house, they are about [-] meters away, and no matter what the distance is, it is impossible to achieve the sound. It's not big but it's so clear that it's like whispering in the ear.

Miss. The mentality of the Golden Week was very good, and it returned to normal soon.

And Mr.3 comforted himself in his heart: "It's just a voice, at most it's a strange ability. In the information from the boss, I have confirmed that matter many times."

Perhaps it was because of this comforting sentence that Mr. 3 felt better. If not, he would not have dared to come to someone with a reward of over 8100 million. You must know that even the boss is only a reward of [-] million, although this reward is not The real strength of the boss, Ke Fangxing's bounty is not [-] to [-] million, but a full [-] million!This is enough to show how troublesome he is to the Navy headquarters and the world government.But this time he came not to carry out the assassination mission, but to invite the other party to join the Baroque Work Club.

Mr. 3 and Miss. Golden Week walked slowly towards the hut. As they walked, the bounty hunters beside them gradually fell behind. Is it fear?Or something else. They have no way to think about it, they just feel that some eerie atmosphere hangs over them.

Soon, he finished the whole journey and came to the front of the house.

Neither Mr.3 nor Miss. Golden Week wants to open that door first, just like criminals going to the death penalty, neither of them wants to die first.

The final result of the refusal, like a tacit decision, is that Mr.3 will push the door open.

Mr.3 secretly swallowed, as if trying to strengthen his courage, he raised his leg and kicked towards the door.However, what they didn't expect was that the kick turned out to be an empty kick. It might be better to say that the door was just a painting made of cloth curtains, but they didn't realize it in fear.

"What a strange way to appear."

Mr. 3 coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment, and then looked at the figure that made the sound.It was sitting on the head of the bed, like a sick jade doll, unable to withstand the torture, the slender and pale body was his embodiment at this moment.

(End of this chapter)