Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Wilder followed the sexy boss lady into a secret passage. After twisting and turning, he could no longer hear the sounds outside.

"This is underground." Wilde said tentatively as he walked behind.

"Yeah." The sexy proprietress nodded without looking back, "I live alone, so it's not safe, so I built this underground passage."

The passage was very quiet. After saying this, the two of them didn't speak again, and they didn't stop until they reached the door of a certain room.

"This is where I live." Opening the door, the two of them walked in one after another.

It is a one-bedroom house with simple decoration and very clean.

There was a sofa in the living room, and the two sat down facing each other. The sexy proprietress looked at Wilder and didn't know what to say for a while.

"You don't have to feel restrained. This is why I came to you first, right?" Seeing this, Wilder showed a very "understanding" smile and stared at her for a while, then said: "I don't plan to be a Would you like to introduce yourself?”

"Dina." The sexy boss lady showed a helpless yet seductive look to Wilder.

This man gave her a very dangerous feeling, so even if she had something to rely on, she did not dare to use it, not only because of his identity as Shichibukai, but also because he himself gave her a feeling of being on her back.

At the beginning, Dana didn't recognize Wilder, and she didn't remember it until she walked in the passage and gradually calmed down, and she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Some regretted why they had nothing to do to tease this man, but at this time, they couldn't help but have a complicated thought in their hearts.

If this man can be his backer,

Thinking about it, Dana couldn't help feeling a little hot on her face, and her heart was a little moved.

"You seem to already know my purpose." Wilder looked at her and said.

Wilder's voice woke up Dana who was in deep thinking, a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, watching Wilder smile slightly, showing a sexy and alluring posture.

"I have a little guess." Her performance was more coquettish and moving than before.

"You know me"

"Well, just found out." Dana wouldn't lie about this kind of thing, it would be pointless.

Wilder nodded, and Dana's little movements were clearly visible in his eyes. His eyes were burning: "You really need a husband."

"Then are you willing to be my husband?" Dana was charming, her body was slightly lowered, and she was approaching Wilder. Her clothes were very loose, and the sling slipped off her delicate and white shoulders. The scene was bloody.

The atmosphere changed unknowingly, and the only sound in the room was Dana's nervous heartbeat.

Wilder's face remained expressionless throughout. His eyes were attracted by the slipped shoulder strap for a second, and more through the deep neckline, pausing for a moment on the soft material.

"You're very smart." Wilder suddenly opened his hand and pinched Dana's face, stood up, lowered his face, and looked into Dana's eyes. The distance between the two faces was less than three centimeters, and each other's breathing Can slap each other in the face.

After looking at Dana quietly for a long time, until Dana's breathing became more and more rapid and her heart almost jumped out of her body, Wilder suddenly let go of his hand and sat back on the sofa.

After lighting a cigarette, Wilder said slowly in a steady voice: "In addition to the restaurant, your father left you a recruitment point, right?"

Before Dana could respond, Wilde continued.

"Would you like to work for me?"

Dana trembled when she heard this sentence.

Her eyes were naturally charming, but now they opened wide because of Wilder's words, making her look a little cute.

Wait, calm down. Calm down.

Let's sort out what he means first.

Dana forced herself to calm down, but her heart was already in a mess.

What did this man say?

Although she had already guessed at the beginning, and had such a purpose from now on, she still had the feeling that she was still in a dream when she heard Wilde say it.

how many years

How many years has it been since my father passed away and I started to take on all this alone?

I am worried every day, as if walking on ice every day, I am deeply afraid that I will fall into the bottomless ice cave if I am not careful.

Every day, I worry about being killed by greedy eyes everywhere, and I never relax every day, and every nerve is tensed every moment.

How many days and nights have I longed for someone to save me?

Dana's heart was flustered, he didn't know what Wilder meant, or he already knew it in his heart, but he was afraid it was just wishful thinking.

Are you willing to work for me?

What does it mean

Does he want to keep everything for himself?

Dana raised her head, looked at Wilder, and said with a trembling voice: "So"

The so-called recruiting point is actually an underground trading place. What is traded is not items, but information. Its service targets cover almost all, pirates, bounty hunters, merchants and so on.

Its existence is usually related to another kind of trading place, which is a real trading place, such as head trading, intelligence trading, etc. This kind of place is collectively called a black market, but it is not a black market for selling items, but a black market for tasks.

There are a variety of tasks that can be collected, and a generous bounty can be obtained after completion. Most of these tasks are mainly about killing people.

The recruitment point of Dai Na's family is mainly to collect information. Someone sells the information to her, and she then sells the information to the black market. Intelligence is not enough.

Dana's recruitment site is an industry left to her by her father. It has been declining since she took it over. She is just a woman. When her father was alive, people were still afraid of her, but since her father passed away, those greedy eyes have been Unabashedly targeting her, her number of intelligence agents has been reduced again and again. They are not dead but poached. The intelligence system that her father has built over the years has reached the point of collapse. She is unwilling to accept it, but her weakness makes her He doesn't even have the right to be unwilling.

"Collect information for me, and become my man." Wilder stared at her, his eyes burning.

If you want to understand and even contact the underground world, intelligence is the top priority.

Although Dana's intelligence system is only a surface level for the entire underground world, it has room for growth, and for now, it is sufficient.

Wilder's idea is simple. If you want to understand the underground world, the best way is to become a member of it. This is the best way to obtain information and understand it.

At this stage, Dana's recruitment point is only enough as a springboard for him, a springboard for him to jump into the underground world.

Next, he had to join in personally. Wilder had already thought about it before coming. He would obtain the channels for the underground trading place from Dana and become one of them.

There are many different professions for receiving tasks, but the main groups of people are bounty hunters and killers.

After much deliberation, Wilders decided to choose to enter the underground world as a killer.

The people on the killer list and the murdered must have a reason why they were killed. This is the channel for him to understand the underground world.

The whole process is his experience of going deep into the underground world.

Dana looked at Wilder blankly, tears secreted from her eyes unconsciously, and blurted out "I do" without any hesitation.

She had waited for this day for too long, so long that she had forgotten what was the belief that supported her in the first place.

It seems that the family fortune left by his father is getting bigger and bigger, right?

Excited, Dana got carried away, looked at Wilder's face and unconsciously bent down, wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapped her whole body around his body, and kissed him deeply.

shit

Wilder didn't know why this word popped up in his mind, but he looked at Dana whose body was entangled with him like an octopus, and he lost his mind for a moment.

Ability person?

Like a mollusk, or is it just a soft body?

Superman

or animal department

None of this is important. What is important is that Wilder feels very annoyed. Is this woman going to heaven?

"Hmm" Dana frowned in pain, and then felt her body being suddenly turned over, with a strong body pressing on her, and the hot breath rushing towards her, almost suffocating her.

After an indescribable battle

Probably two hours like that

Wilde lit a cigar and walked out of the room.

Wilder never denied the fact that he was a man, so it was inevitable that he would be unable to restrain himself in some matters, so after calming down, Wilder couldn't help frowning.

"It's still not stable enough. That woman." Now thinking about it, Wilder certainly knew about Dana's petty intentions. Sometimes the saying that a couple would be happy for a day and a hundred days actually contained a little scientific basis in it. Dana probably meant it. This kind of idea.

"Haha" Wilder couldn't help grinning when he thought of this. He actually didn't dislike such a little thought, because such a little thought did no harm to him, and even had some benefits.

Besides, that woman is like fine wine, with a long aftertaste and full aftertaste.

With some aftertaste, Wilder walked out of the restaurant with steady steps.

From Dana's mouth, I learned that there is an underground trading place in the eastern suburb of this island, and Wilder went straight to the eastern suburb after he came out.

Contrary to expectations, the eastern suburbs are very prosperous. The shops on the streets are closely connected and there is almost no unnecessary space.

After confirming the location, Wilder walked into an uninhabited alley, looked around, and found that no one noticed here, Wilder released the black robe and mask in the swamp.

The black robe is still the same as before, but the mask is not. There are many different masks for Wilder, just in case of emergency.

After putting on the black robe and the red ghost mask, Wilder walked out of the alley and walked straight to a shop with flour at the front door on the left.

"Hello, what do you need?" The clerk was an old man with wrinkles on his face. He looked up and said when he felt someone coming in.

But the moment he saw Wilder's outfit, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal.

"Is there any flour that is not black?" The voice under the mask sounded hoarse.

"Yes." The old man narrowed his eyes again, and responded with a voice, and stood up with a hunched body, every movement seemed to be very difficult.

"Is there still black flour?" There was another customer in the store. Hearing this, he looked at Wilder and the old man curiously.

Wilder turned his head slightly to look at him, the customer suddenly felt a chill all over, looking at the ghostly mask, for some reason he felt an inexplicable panic, as if under the mask, the eyes of the mask owner were about to eat him Same.

Customers flee in despair, not even wanting what they had originally selected.

"You made me lose a lot of money." The old man frowned and looked at Wilder with dissatisfaction and said.

"I'm here to give you money. Believe me, flour doesn't make much money." Wilder replied indifferently.

The old man seemed to be used to it, and waved to Wilder with his back turned: "Follow me."

On a pitch-black passage, Wilde walked behind, and the old man walked in front, his legs and feet looked very agile, and he didn't look like he was just outside.

As he walked, he turned his back and said, "You are a newcomer, right?"

"Yes." Although Wilder was a little surprised, he responded with a very calm tone on the surface.

The old man didn't look like a man who could talk freely. He continued: "Are you surprised that I can see your identity as a newcomer at a glance?"

Wilder was about to speak when the old man suddenly put his hand on his hips and pointed his finger upwards, laughing loudly: "Hahahahaha, of course. Only newcomers will come in through the front door. I've seen too many people like you. Haha." Ha ha"

Wilder didn't speak. Seeing that there was no cooperation, the old man probably felt bored, so he haha ​​made a few endings, trying to make the topic not seem to end too abruptly.

Then the passage became quiet, and Wilder watched from behind as the old man scratched his head and scratched his head, not stopping along the way.

"What do you do?" The old man finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised the topic again.

"A murderer."

"A killer?" The old man turned his head and stared at Wilder for a while, then suddenly turned his head and continued walking: "Being a killer with your physique is a bit of a waste."

Wilder didn't intend to reply, and the old man didn't mean it either. He stopped in front of an iron gate, turned his head and said to Wilder, "This is it, the missions inside are free, you can choose whatever you want, and you have to hand in when you enter." An entry fee."

"Thank you." Wilder said lightly, took out a small stack of Baileys from his robe, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Okay, it's the same if you give it to me. You take this." The old man thought that Wilder took the entry fee, took out a notebook from his pocket, tore it out after writing and drawing on one of them, and handed it to him .

Wilder said nothing more and waited until the old man walked away before opening the door and walking in.

"Beat him to death, hahaha, twist his head off, that's right."

"You bastard, fight back! I've overpowered you by million Baileys."

As soon as he stepped in, the noisy voices immediately swarmed into his ears, and Wilder looked sideways at the source of the voices.

A huge iron cage came into view.