Pirate Free Travel

On the third floor of the Food Council in the central street of Colombide, in the president's office, Ducas Allen, wearing a white chef's uniform, sat on a large swivel chair, sipping black tea leisurely, and occasionally looking at it with a playful smile. Heading in the direction of Baiwei Tower.

As if he thought of something happy, Dukas couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "Hey, hey, hey, young man, you should be more cautious. You can't achieve anything big if you try to do evil things."

bang bang bang~~

Three slightly urgent knocks on the door interrupted Ducasse Allen's gloating, and then a young lady's voice came, "Master Chef, you have the emergency number of the main food city."

Hearing this, Ducas quickly handed out the black tea, sat upright, his expression became very elegant, he coughed dryly and said: "Ahem~~Please come in."

With Ducasse's consent, the person outside the door gently opened the door and came in. This was a pretty-looking blonde with heavy makeup. She was holding a red phone bug in her hand that was on a call.

The blonde girl put the phone on the desk and said respectfully: "Master Chef, Mr. Deacon of the Food City, I want to talk to you personally."

Ducas nodded when he heard this, picked up the phone's receiver, and then said seriously to the blonde: "I understand, Miss Ellie, close the door when you go out."

"Yes. Mr. Chef."

After seeing Ellie go out, Ducas relaxed his expression, fell back, leaned on the chair, and said lazily to the phone bug: "What a rare visitor, what does the deacon of the food city want to see me for?"

"Pay attention to your tone. Ducas wants to call me Lord Deacon. Even if you are the president of the council, you are half a level lower than me on the food island." Ducas' tone seemed to anger the phone bug. The person on the other end, the phone bug imitated this angry look, and heard a slightly old voice.

Facing the anger of the deacon in the main food city, Ducas said nothing and continued lazily: "Are you still awake? Mr. Deacon, although we are attached to the food island, we are not superiors and subordinates. Please don't Talk to me like a commander."

"We brought order and wealth to Columbide, and monopolized the chef industry of the Grand Line. Food Island provides city and official support. Do you want to break this balance, Lord Deacon?"

After hearing what Ducasse said, the deacon on the other end of the phone softened his tone and said, "I didn't mean that. I just want to tell you, don't go too far. The Gourmet Council, the Dark Cuisine Association, and the Guard Corps are all The main food city has a long-established balance point. There are pirates causing trouble in Colombide. Why don't you take action? Do you want to use the hands of pirates to get rid of them?"

"The main city of gourmet food will not allow it. Colombide has lost control. The situation of being dominated by one family has exceeded the tolerance of the main city."

Ducas smiled and said: "I know the bottom line of the main city. The Dark Cuisine Association will not be destroyed. You can send another person over to the Guard Corps. I will not stop them, but they want me to wipe their butts." , there must be some benefit."

After hearing what Ducasse said, the phone bug was silent for a while and then said: "As long as you handle this incident well, the main city's resources can be tilted towards the Food Council. The main city has only one request for ten years, and the troublemaker must die."

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nbsp;"Deacon, happy cooperation"

"Huh huh huh huh~~ Is this pie in the sky? It's really a big help, President Jacks." After hanging up the phone, Ducasse said with a smile, as if he had seen the Council's ten years of prosperity.He had never thought about destroying the Dark Cuisine Association. They, like the Council, have been rooted in Columbide for decades. If a Jacks died, there would be a new president tomorrow. This small thing would not Hurt him to his core.

The main food city and the two major associations each have their own resources. The combination of the three parties is the food island. With the resource support of the main city, in the next ten years, no matter how hard the Dark Cuisine Association struggles, it will be crushed to death by the council. Although he died only ten years ago, it was enough for the council to live in peace for several decades.

"Hmph~~ Although we can't destroy the Dark Cuisine Association, Jacks must die. This kid doesn't know anything about respecting the old and loving the young. Just wait a little longer. When they are almost done fighting, I will step in to clean up the mess."

......

"Strong Acid Tornado" On the fifth floor of Baiwei Building, Jacks was slightly out of breath at this time. Looking at Caesar floating in the air, he raised his hands upward and rolled up the strong acid liquid in the pool, forming a three to four meter thick strong acid liquid. The tornado rushed towards Caesar with the power of rotation.

Looking at the waterspout formed by the strong acid, Caesar's eyes lit up, and he said with an appreciative smile: "Shoo! This is a good trick, but the range is a bit small. If your strong acid pool is larger, it can form a small lake. , the power is quite impressive."

Jacks looked at Caesar, who didn't feel any tension at all, and said angrily: "This is one of my special tricks, please be more serious asshole."

Caesar, who turned into gas, easily dodged the acid tornado. Looking at the angry Jacks, he touched his head and said distressedly: "Is this your special move? It's so disappointing. You can see it being dodged so easily." "

Seeing Caesar pretending to be innocent and squeezing him, Jacks was not angry. Instead, he laughed strangely, "Hmph~~I escaped."

"Yeah." Looking at Jacks' smile, Caesar was startled, and then heard a strange noise behind him. Caesar quickly looked back and saw an acid tornado. After being dodged, it hit the wall. Although it corroded the wall, But most of the strong acid, under Jacks' control, turned into raindrops and bounced back.

Hundreds of thousands of drops of strong acid enveloped Caesar like rain. It was so dense and so fast that even Caesar had no time to escape.

Because Caesar was afraid of being dependent on elementalization, he kept avoiding attacks, which made Jax misunderstood and thought that strong acid could hurt Caesar. If it was Smoker's smoke or Crocodile's sand, it was really possible, but the gas But gas, as long as it is not a large-scale, strong acid like ocean waves, is ineffective against him.

However, Caesar did not intend to let Jacks clear up this misunderstanding and let him think that strong acid could hurt him. In Caesar's opinion, it was quite fun. Thinking of this, Caesar spewed out a lot of mist-like gases from his body. The gas formed a huge wall of mist in front of Caesar.

Then Caesar stretched out his left hand, and the white leather glove, like a machine, revealed a jet-black jet. Boom~~The jet spewed out a one-meter-wide fire snake. After the fire snake hit the mist, It instantly turned into a wall of fire.

"Burning type Miokgas, fire wall"