One Piece: I'm Undercover in the Navy

Long's confident and steady voice made Yawen uncomfortable.

The bespectacled man who sacrificed his life was someone who knew he was not proficient in business as soon as he saw him. He was 100% the kind of person who joined the revolutionary army with passion and rose to power by relying on a revolutionary belief that was more passionate than others.

This kind of person is extremely stupid.

He must be willing to show up for the revolution, but in your mouth, it can't be so easy.

I would rather you ask me why something went wrong and get angry at me than I would rather you say it so plainly.

Yawen looked like he was in a trance and suddenly said this.

After being in a daze, thinking that the dragon had not been replied yet, he quickly showed a flattering smile: "That's it, Doflamingo asked me to kill Duke Fairman, because that Duke's arms business has affected Doflamingo."

"I will definitely get a batch of arms after killing them."

"So I'm thinking of leaving this great cause to us. Chief, would you like to send someone to take over it?"

After speaking, Yawen quietly waited for Long's answer.

The 1-minute wait seemed extremely long at this time.

Finally, when Yawen was getting impatient, Long's steady voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Okay, I'll call Betty and Raven over."

Hang up the phone after speaking.

Baldigo, the dragon stood on the rooftop, looking at the place where the wind blew, with an indifferent expression that made it impossible to tell whether he was happy, angry, sad or happy.

Footsteps sounded, and a young man wearing a top hat appeared.

"Chief, how about I go there? I was assassinated by the CP last time. This time..."

The anger on the young man's face was not concealed at all.

Long didn't look back, and his voice didn't waver at all: "No, I'll go there myself."

"Just let the crow handle it."

"If CP kills our people, he will naturally have to pay with his life."

"If someone betrays you, you will naturally have to pay with your life."

The dragon's voice remained unchanged, but the young man heard an unmistakable sound.

The wind in the sky exploded even more, as if a murderer was about to come out.

Yawen turned around and called Spangdine, repeating what he said before in a carefree manner.

"Boss, Doflamingo asked me to kill Duke Fairman. I will give the weapons to the revolutionary army later. Do you have any ideas?"

"The dragon said it was Betty and Crow."

Spangdine was obviously in a good mood after hearing this.

"I will send people over, and you can do whatever you want, just the revolutionary army, and then chop off one of their hands."

Spangdyne was a little drifting. He felt that life was bright. He would do one more job for the revolutionary army, accumulate some merit, help his son Pluto complete his mission, and let him take over his position, so that he could retire.

So fucking cool.

Calculating the cards in his hand, Gabra and the other little losers with cp9 definitely couldn't do it. The navy couldn't move because there was too much movement. Finally, gritting his teeth, Spangdyne sent out cp0.

After typing this, Yawen took out Kuzan's phone bug and described what he said before again.

Kuzan laughed a few times to show that he understood.

Kuzan hung up the phone and called Akainu who was in the new world.

Akainu hung up the phone gloomily.

"Doflamingo, his expansion is boundless."

The sailor from the detachment next to him saw smoke rising from his angry boss, swallowed his saliva, and did not dare to speak.

"Send an order to all bases in the new world to block access to the new world and kill all incoming and outgoing networks."

Marie Joa, Aokiji walked out of his room and said to the major general guarding the door: "Block the port where Marie Joa comes in and out. No entry or exit is allowed without my order."

Yawen finished all the phone calls and lay down on the bed relaxedly.

"Is this the trouble with a good multi-faceted spy?"

“There are four reports every day.”

Yawen felt that his whole body was full of excellence.

The warship swayed to Fairman Island.

After setting foot on Fairman Island, Yawen felt that this was completely false prosperity.

"Duke Fairman, who manages this place, is definitely as talented as Lei Luo."

Walking in the town of Fairman Island, Yawen couldn't help but sigh.

Everything is very orderly. On the shops on both sides of the town, it is blatantly written that they are selling arms, they are selling weapons, they are selling chickens, and they are selling people.

Be it pirates, well-dressed nobles, or ordinary people, everyone goes about their work and life in an orderly manner, and they all look very harmonious and stable.

From time to time, soldiers in armor would pass by to patrol and protect everyone's safety.

And a middle-aged man with a big belly and a group of younger brothers went from store to store to collect money like a rent collector.

It was precisely because of seeing this orderly scene that Yawen couldn't help but sigh.

Next to her, Catherine was used to the unknown words that suddenly came out of Yawen's mouth.

"Fellman Island is the territory passed down from generation to generation by Duke Fellman."

"It is rumored that the first Duke Fellman was a dark night knight. At that time, the Kingdom of Ghana was at war with the Kingdom of Leyton all year round. Duke Fellman descended from the sky like a righteous hero, stopped the war between the two countries, and obtained the favor of the two kings. With mutual approval, we will reward him with Fairman Island, which is sandwiched between the two countries."

"After that, Duke Fellman was also very polite and handed over a large amount of taxes to the royal families of the two countries every year."

"However, as Fairman Island developed better and better, it became more and more profitable. Due to each other's high taxes, the Kingdom of Ghana and the Kingdom of Leyton went to war again, and this time Duke Fairman chose to sit back and watch who would win. If you don’t, then give the huge tax to whoever you want.”

Smart approach, Yawen sighed inwardly.

After wandering around for a long time, I finally found a tavern, and Yawen led everyone in.

The owner of the tavern is a gray-haired old man, and the service staff in the tavern are all gray-haired old ladies. There are no beauties typical of other city taverns.

The magical scene made Yawen show a curious expression.

“Boss, aren’t there any hot girls dancing?”

After taking the turbid wine from the old lady, Yawen said that he deserved a beating.

Catherine wanted to hammer him to death.

Mahler, who followed, also frowned.

The white-haired old man at the bar with his meticulously slicked back hair raised his head. The wrinkles on his face were enough to kill mosquitoes.

"This is Fairman's last holy place, without the filth of those outside."

Fairman’s final shrine?

This sentence is very interesting.

"Hahahahaha, old man Leiser, you are talking nonsense again. Your place should be Fairman's last shame. If it weren't for your persistence, if it weren't for the kindness of the Duke, your place would have been demolished long ago."

The pot-bellied rent collector walked in, took off his hat, put it in front of old man Leiser, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and pay, if it is not enough, we will have reason to demolish your place."

Leiser glared at him, then bent down helplessly, took out a small box with difficulty, took out a crystal from it, and threw it into the hat.

The rent collector showed a surprised smile: "You actually still have life currency."

He didn't care at all about Yawen and others next to him.

The rent collector looked at Leiser solemnly, turned around and left.