Pirate's Swamp Fruit

The smoke dispersed, revealing Wilder in black robes.

The flying squirrel looked shocked, his eyes narrowed because of his seriousness, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Looking at the figure in front of him, his hand holding the knife handle was not only tight, but he felt troubled in his heart.

Apu sat on the ground, rubbing his neck with one hand, staring there, tongue-tied for a moment, fearful in his heart.

"How many times can you use a knife like this?" Suddenly, Wilder's words came out, calmly and lowly. Along with his words, footsteps also sounded rhythmically, and he stepped towards the flying squirrel.

The flying squirrel looked up at him, and the sweat on his forehead finally slid down. With half-closed eyes, he said, "There will be no problem if you do it dozens of times again." His voice was calm and fearless.

"Really?" Wilder stopped, raised his eyelids lightly, and stared straight at the flying squirrel with a calm gaze. However, his plain words made the flying squirrel grit his teeth suddenly and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. .

"I can break up a knife like this a hundred times."

The words that hit the heart directly hit the flying squirrel. Of course, as a veteran of the Navy headquarters, the flying squirrel regained its composure in an instant.

He raised his head and looked at him calmly: "That's just right, that kid may still have a back hand, which is probably enough." As he spoke, he stepped slightly away, drew his sword, and stood in front of him with sharp and calm eyes, looking straight at Will. Germany.

The battle started without any warning. The two figures quickly rushed towards each other. With a collision, the air exploded, and the two quickly retreated.

Then, another person joined the battle, and it was Apu who had already straightened his neck.

The two were fighting against Wilder alone, and the fight was inextricable for a while. The sound of collisions and the air waves generated by the attacks spread outwards, and the momentum was terrifying and intense. The battle between the three was dizzying, and it quickly became too fast to see clearly. Specifically who swung the knife and who punched how many times.

Half an hour later, this area had become pitted, with sword marks, fist marks, dents and cracks everywhere.

The sound of the battle gradually weakened, until it finally subsided completely, and there was no movement.

The sound of not-so-intensive footsteps moved from the dense forest to this side, and about a dozen people dressed in naval uniforms rushed over, and the leader was a general.

When this group of people passed through the dense forest and came to this wide area, they were stunned when they saw this scene, especially the leading general. When he moved his eyes and saw his immediate superior, the flying squirrel Kneeling on the ground with a blank expression on his face, cold sweat broke out from his palms, and his heart beat violently.

"Mr. Flying Squirrel" quickly ran over to help Flying Squirrel, and the general's face turned pale.

"It's okay." The flying squirrel pulled away its hands, stood up, and cast its gaze in the direction of no one in the distance. After a long time, sighed, and looked away: "It's been put together again."

When he turned to look at the adjutant beside him, he waved his hand to indicate that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel" looked at Flying Squirrel's pale face and a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. The general hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to speak or what to say. He opened his mouth and his lips trembled, but no sound came out.

"A terrible guy came, and Apu was run away." The flying squirrel understood what he was thinking, paused, his eyes were not calm, and he took a deep look at the direction the person left, and then said.

It was purely an accident to run into that guy who didn't know his origin, and this was something that the flying squirrel didn't expect. This was the reason why Apu seized the opportunity to run away in this defeat.

"I'll tell you about that person's general appearance when I go back. Although the person has been hiding in a black cloak, his body shape cannot be completely concealed. Register these in the register, and we may meet one day in the future."

"In addition, mobilize manpower and block the island."

"Yes."

No one dared to ask about the situation of the battle, after all, one could probably guess from the appearance of the flying squirrel that things might not be perfect.

Only the flying squirrel knew that he was defeated. Although there was a reason that Apu put it together later, if he lost, he was defeated, and his defeat was not unjust, even though he didn't want to admit it in his heart.

"That guy" the black-robed figure flashed in his mind, and the flying squirrel's eyes were thoughtful.

On the other hand, Wilder had left five minutes before the end of the battle and rejoined the street. The excitement and excitement in his heart gradually subsided.

Next, the island will definitely attract a large number of navies to search for Apu and his figure, and it is very likely that the island will be sealed off. It seems that we must pay attention to concealment.

Wilde thought, looking up at the top of his head.

A signboard full of nouveau riche atmosphere, with five large characters of "Kelong Auction" written on it that exuded brilliant golden light.

He stepped in and was stopped by the guards at the entrance. After some questioning, after throwing a handful of Baileys, Wilde successfully entered the auction house.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, and Wilder hasn't visited enough yet, so naturally he won't just leave like this.

There are many people in the auction house, and it is a good place to hide. In addition, Wilde also wants to see how the auctions in this world are like. Maybe there will be something good. If you meet someone who is interested, Wei Gerd didn't mind taking pictures.

Dozens of swamp monsters less than the size of a baby's fist were secretly left around the auction site, and after some attempts, they were shaped like mice, and after giving them monitoring instructions, Wilde Went to the stands and sat down.

The swamp monster responsible for monitoring was divided into two parts by Wilder, one part was responsible for fixed-point monitoring, mainly to see if there was any navy coming in, and the other part was free to move, going deep into the dark of the auction house to collect all dispensable images.

This is a newly developed usage by Wilder, and it is also a function discovered by accident. There is a faint connection between the swamp monster and him, which Wilder already knew when he obtained this ability. I found it, but I didn't pay attention to it all the time.

Unexpectedly, this connection actually gave him a surprise. In another unexpected experiment, Wilder was surprised to find that he had the ability to share the "vision" with the swamp monster.

The so-called field of vision is not really able to see, maybe it can be said to be seen, but there are still some differences in it, they are like the derivation of Wilder's knowledge and domineering.

If Wilder is regarded as a computer, then those swamp monsters are computers, and they are connected to the network.

Swamp monsters have no eyes or ears, but they can see and hear. Not only that, Wilder can also "turn off" this function that is shared with the swamp monsters in real time, and the swamp monsters will pass the instructions he gave in advance. One-liners send out what they consider a "discovery message" to Wilder to get Wilder's attention.

"What would it be like if one day we could take this new ability to its fullest advantage?"

Wilder sat in the stands and thought, a picture of a swamp monster army appeared in his mind.

Or the scout spy information collection unit

Wilder thought of a lot, and in his mind, these are not without the possibility of realization, not only the new ability of the monster Swamp Monster, as long as he is given time, Wilder believes that all those thoughts about the swamp that have appeared in his mind before will come true. One by one to achieve.

More and more people sat down in the stands, and Wilder glanced at it. Many people had just entered the arena. It seemed that he had come early.

More and more people were seated, and the crowd in the stands became denser. Wilder was dressed in a black robe and was inconspicuous in the crowd.

Not long after, the auction started.

The host was a young man, well-dressed and with a professional smile. He first bowed slightly to the people in the stands, and then started the opening remarks of the auction.

"This time, our auction will feature unprecedented treasures. Please participate actively."

The host said on the stage below, arousing the curiosity of everyone and the excitement of some people. Everyone was very looking forward to what kind of things Kelon Auction House would bring out today, and they dared to call them treasures.

I remember that the last time was two years ago. At that time, the Kelon Auction took out a devil fruit for auction. At that time, the word "treasure" was used, which caused a sensation at the time, but anyone with a little knowledge went crazy. They also competed for the devil fruit, and it is said that a businessman from the North Sea got it later.

Listening to the whispered discussions of the people around him, Wilder, who was originally just looking at the mentality, was suddenly aroused.

Devil fruit, things that can be juxtaposed with it must not be so bad.

But what makes Wilder confused and doubtful is whether this auction house can really come up with such good things.

Thinking this way is not because Wilder looks down on the strength of this auction house, but because the market in the East China Sea is like this. There is more or less a reason why it is called the weakest sea. Although it is undeniable that there are some hidden bosses, but Generally speaking, it is unscientific for an East China Sea auction to auction something particularly valuable and rare.

If it can really be done, people can say that it is impossible for a power to be an unknown person, who has long been famous in the East China Sea and even the whole world.

Just like that war family, even though the other party tried their best to hide themselves, they are still not known to the world in some ways.

These cannot be covered up.

Obviously, the auction house also belongs to a certain force. Since the other party can auction something like a devil fruit, even if it is an animal fruit, it means that this auction house is not simple, because it requires a strong strength to guarantee it. not simple.

Scanning the surroundings calmly, Wilder controlled his ability and activated the sharing function with the swamp monsters. Then he sat upright silently and turned his attention to the auction that was about to start officially.

The mask had been put on by Wilder before entering the auction. Even though he was wearing a cloak, his whole person was shrouded in shadow, but there were so many people inside that it was inevitable that people close to him would see his appearance, and Wilder is always willing to do anything to protect himself.

The auction officially started. According to conventions and routines, the previous ones are all irrelevant things. At least in the eyes of some people, these things are purely used to make up numbers.

It wasn't until an item appeared that the atmosphere in the auction became lively.

It is a good sharp knife, named zigzag.

When the zigzag was brought up, the chatter and shouts in the auction stalled. Then, some people's eyes became hot, staring closely at the Liang Kuai knife with red stripes on the white background.

"A good and fast knife has fifty workmanship, a famous knife has a bend, and the starting price is five million beli." The young host glanced at the people in the stands with a smile and said calmly.

As soon as he said "six million", some people couldn't wait to take pictures.

"Eight million" someone else answered the next second.

"Ten million"

The span of "twenty-five million" was a bit large, and many people immediately frowned and looked around.

A fat man with a big belly and big ears in a purple-collared suit put down the sign with a wild smile, turned his gaze, glanced at those gazes, and smiled disdainfully.

"Humph" snorted coldly, and everyone looked away without saying anything.

Obviously, that fat man has a good reputation, and no one wants to offend him.

"Thirty million." A faint voice came from the stands, breaking the calm.

Thirty million is neither too high nor too low to buy a good and fast knife. The market price is not such a high price, but at auctions, people who like famous knives encounter the price of million, which is not a big deal. Something incomprehensible.

However, when this voice came out, everyone in the stands couldn't help but look over.

At the same time, the face of the fat man with big ears turned gloomy, and his dangerously shiny eyes turned directly to the direction where the voice came from.

A figure in a black cloak sat quietly in the stands, and the gazes around him didn't seem to have any impact on him. Obviously, this was the owner of the voice.

"Who is this guy?"

There were whispers in the glances from around.

Even the host below looked at the stands with some surprise, then looked back and smiled slightly: "Thirty million times."

"Forty million," the fat man from before immediately shouted, then turned to look at Wilder with a fierce and warning look.

"Forty million times"

"Twice forty million"

"Forty million times"

Everyone's eyes turned to Wilder in the stands again, feeling a little disappointed for some reason, probably because he was disappointed that the other party did not continue to compete with Fat Tou.

"Deal" is the final word

Wilder's fingers hidden in the black robe trembled, the shadow covered his face, and no expression could be seen.

Forty million dollars to buy a knife is far beyond its value, even if it is a famous knife, even if it is an auction house.

Wilder would not do this. Of course, the million was just what he thought was appropriate. There was no intentional struggle at all. Since the other party wanted it and could afford a price that far exceeded it, there was no need for it. No matter what you do, you have to yell at me for the sake of face, which is meaningless.

The fingers hidden under the black robe trembled because of news from the swamp monsters scattered in the auction house.

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