The world of order of pirates

"Just do our own thing?" Jiaji murmured, always feeling a very bad feeling.

"He's right, you just need to do your own thing well." The ghost general's voice came, still so cold. Jiaji turned his head and saw an extra zero next to Jiaji.

"I wonder if we will let General Kizaru leave?" Oni will have a good impression of Kaki. Not to mention his personality, he can still grasp the propriety of doing things.

"I really don't understand." Jiaji pretended to understand and looked at the two of them.

"Because we are also training troops."

The tone of the ghost general became colder, and he said coldly: "Some corrupt and depraved people will either change or become corpses in this war."

Hearing this, Jiaji was horrified and lost his voice: "Do you want to clean it again?"

"Although I can see your curiosity, you can't witness it with your own eyes." Zero smiled, but what Jiaji saw was cold murderous intention.

He swallowed, smiled and said: "I'd better stay here with peace of mind."

After saying that, he nodded to the ghost general and left quickly.

"He shouldn't be so courageous!" Zero murmured with a meaningful expression.

"He is very courageous, but he is afraid of trouble." Ghost General glanced at Ling and said coldly: "Those who waver and seek a way out will all die."

"I hope you will not disappoint Master Im this time."

……

In the first half of the Grand Line, there was a country with a large land area. Coupled with its geographical location, this country, which also had a surname, named Opp, had an incredible reputation.

Today, King Op. Ramsey is handling national affairs as usual.

As one of the countries that joins the World Government, the Kingdom of Op has special rights. The turmoil of the sea has a great impact on this country. Pirates, revolutionary armies, underground world forces, all parties come and go, so that Op Ramsey Deep headache.

"King, our third batch of supplies has been delivered."

The person who appeared here quietly did not let Op Ramsey raise his head, and was still minding his own business.

"Their courage is getting bigger and bigger, and their demands are getting more and more excessive."

Op Ramsey spoke out, put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and said, "Hartelle, tell me, did I trust them too much in my original decision?"

"King, I only know how to kill people. I don't know about other things." Like a shadow in the dark, this man named Hartel doesn't seem to know how to flatter.

"Haha, if only everyone thought like you." Op. Ramsey stood up, looked at the portraits of kings hanging on the wall, and sighed: "The world government is crumbling after all. , in an era where heroes are emerging, if you can’t keep up with the rhythm, you will only end up dead.”

"They failed to see the storm of this era, and I will let this era have my voice."

Hartle still didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard anything. Op. Ramsey had become accustomed to his silence. He turned and left, saying as he walked: "I have always been the one who will retaliate for my teeth, Hartle, let me Our men go out and kill them.”

"If you want to blame it, blame them for becoming ignorant. Ambition has always been a good thing, but they still don't understand their place."

As soon as he reached the door, he seemed to have thought of something. He stopped and turned around and said: "By the way, do it cleanly. It is best to blame the people of the revolutionary army. I am very interested in the business channels they secretly operate." of."

"Yes, King."

At night, the tavern on the street became lively, and people with red faces started to quarrel over a certain topic.

In the backyard of the tavern, Muqam in casual clothes was counting money.

"Hehe, another big profit, tsk tsk, business is very good."

War will make many people rich, and Muqam is one of them. Only after occupying part of the power in the underground world did he realize that sometimes money comes so quickly.

He likes money, so he dares to do anything. For him, the World Government, the Revolutionary Army, and the Pirate King are all partners for him to cooperate with.

Too many people in the underground world are afraid of the world government. Even in the purges again and again, Muqam still survives. The reason is his huge interest network and his position without a position.

Give him money and he will do things. He will do as many things as you give him. It's that simple.

Muqam despises those guys who are close to the Tianlong people or the revolutionary army. What are the forces in the underground world?It's a mouse.

Rats cannot have owners, because people like to keep cats.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door. Without raising his head, Muqam snorted. The door opened and someone walked in.

"Sir, six ships that passed through the route we controlled were destroyed."

Muqam stopped counting the money and said calmly: "Eat black and eat black? Or are you a pirate?"

The sea is not calm during this period, and this has happened many times.

"It's not a pirate, it should be a gangster thing."

Hearing this, Muqam became somewhat interested. He leaned back on the sofa and said happily: "Have you found out who it is?"

"According to the clues, it pointed to the finishing team under the Revolutionary Army's intelligence system."

Ok?

Muqam was sitting up, his expression becoming more serious. Every intelligence department of the Revolutionary Army had a finishing team, and he knew this.

"I remember that there should be nothing on those six ships that the revolutionary army is worried about."

The Revolutionary Army has money, and Tezzolo who ate the Golden Fruit is the golden mountain. Weapons, the Revolutionary Army already has its own system, and they have also started a business.

Is it a devil fruit?

No, the three Devil Fruits on those six ships were just ordinary Devil Fruits. The Revolutionary Army still looked down upon them, and their finishing team would not be dispatched so easily.

"Sir, we suspect that someone wants to blame the revolutionary army."

The man spoke up, glanced at Muqam, and continued: "The Revolutionary Army's intelligence system in the first half of the Grand Route is now focusing on providing intelligence to their capable teams that are attacking everywhere. I think some people are just sitting there. Can’t stand anymore.”

Muqam's eyes were confused, and then he showed a half-smiling expression and said: "In this case, we will pay for it."

"I want to see who is the mouse and who is the cat hiding behind."

He feels bad about losing money, but he, Muqam, is not a fool. Obviously, there seem to be too many people interested in this matter. Combined with some secrets he knows, haha, it depends on who is the real performer.

"Yes, my lord, I will do it now."

After his men left and the door closed, Maqam lit the cigar. After taking a few puffs, he suddenly smiled, took out the phone, and dialed a number.

"Blublu..."

"Muqam, you'd better have something important to do. You know I don't like to be disturbed."