Pirate: This gunman is quite fierce

The boat was packed with people, but the weather was very cold.

That night, Drum Island.

As there was heavy snow on the island, the group went directly to the nearest town after getting off the boat and found a hotel to stay in.

It was called a hotel, but it was actually a simple two-story homestay with only a few rooms and a smell of hospital disinfectant. Fortunately, there was a fireplace in each room for heating.

After Darrow put his luggage back in the room, he asked others to go around the island together and solve the problem of recording the pointer.

"Woman, it's really troublesome to go out."

In the warm hotel lobby, several people who had been waiting for more than ten minutes were complaining about the speed of girls going out, but they ran into a familiar face, the shy soldier with mushrooms on his head.

"The soldier you just met? Why are you here?" Darrow, who was sitting on the sofa, asked the man who hurried over with a bed sheet that needed to be changed.

The man was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He scratched his head shyly and squeezed out two words from his mouth for a long time: "I'm here, working part-time, making money, and treating illnesses."

"Yeah." Darrow nodded, and did not continue to ask questions offensively.

This reason is still very sufficient. After all, anyone who has a mushroom on his head will be anxious to raise money for medical treatment.

"It's not this disease... this, that... Dr. Blige saved me."

Seeing Darrow's reaction, the mushroom-headed man thought that Darrow must have misunderstood something, pointing to the mushroom on his head while hesitating and saying something.

After struggling to guess the meaning from several incoherent words, Darrow asked curiously: "Why do you say that? Didn't Dr. Blige cause mushrooms to grow on your head?"

"No, no." The man waved his hand, took a deep breath, and after calming down, he explained:

"I have another disease that is difficult to cure. I need to spend a lot of money on medicine every month. The mushrooms on my head are the most expensive medicine in the prescription. Dr. Blige saw that I was poor and couldn't afford the medicine, so he used a special medicine to make mushrooms grow on my head."

"Blige is a very good doctor."

Darrow raised his eyebrows, but still puzzled: "In this case, why are there so many people on the island saying that he is a weird doctor?"

"There are many other doctors on the island...they..." The man lowered his head and explained in a low voice.

"Oh." Darrow showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and he understood it.

Colleagues are enemies.

What's more, doctors are a profession that values ​​reputation very much, and the hatred between colleagues is even greater.

No wonder the island is so strange. There are several famous doctors who can treat terminal illnesses, but they still spread all kinds of weird rumors to make patients feel that it takes a lot of money to find them for treatment.

Because only in this way will patients flow into other doctors.

"In this case, it seems that in addition to Kuleha, this Blejie is also a good candidate for ship doctor. Tomorrow's schedule has to be changed." Darrow murmured in his heart, planning to visit this doctor tomorrow.

Originally, he planned to kidnap Kuleha to be a ship doctor. If it doesn't work, he will take away the king's medical team, but now it seems that there is another candidate.

While chatting here, Aisha, who was halfway through her makeup, hurried down from the second floor and shouted anxiously at the stairs:

"Daro, it's bad, our ship has been towed away."

The place where the Mermaid Anthem is docked is about ten kilometers away from the hotel, but Aisha, who has a third eye, can clearly perceive every move on the ship.

"Do you know who did it?"

Daro raised his eyebrows, surprised and angry at the same time. Someone dared to drag their pirate ship away directly. It was simply not taking him seriously.

"It was a group of kingdom soldiers, but we have seen the leader. He was the strange uncle we met when we got off the ship." Elsa said quickly and concisely.

"That trapezoidal face is looking for death." Daro gritted his teeth and said, "Elsa, where is the ship now?"

"It's still moving, but judging from the direction they are moving, they should be heading to the place where the palace is on the island." Elsa responded.

"Rect, let's go and take a look around the palace."

Daro called Rect, who could also fly, and they turned into streams of light and flew out of the hotel gate together, and flew towards the direction of the palace.

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At the same time, in the magnificent palace of Drum Island.

Under the cover of night, a thief climbed through the window into a room of more than ten square meters full of miscellaneous items.

The thief was estimated to be in his thirties or forties, wearing a black stand-up collar windbreaker and a tall black hat. What was more iconic was the tufts of hair on his head that stood up like chimneys.

The man's name was Hiluluk, a famous thief on the Grand Line.

But his condition was obviously not very good now - he had a terminal illness.

"I don't want to die, money, I want money, if I have money I can ask the best doctor on the island to treat me." Hiluluk muttered to himself, while taking out the prepared palace map from his jacket pocket, constantly searching for something.

"The King's Treasury, the Wapo metal worth hundreds of millions of Baileys, as long as I can steal it, I will have money to treat my illness." Hiluluk muttered like a madman.

While tiptoeing to the corner of the wall, he carefully poked his head out to observe the surrounding defense situation.

"Hengcha, hengcha..."

A crisp sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and a soldier in silver armor came on patrol and walked towards the room where Xiluluk was.

"Discovered?" This was Xiluluk's first reaction. Cold sweat instantly covered his face, his heartbeat was soaring, his body temperature rose several degrees, and his throat was dry and itchy.

Fortunately, as a big thief, he quickly calmed down, took a bowl-thick metal water pipe from the sundries and stood behind the door.

Silver Can, holding a long gun, walked to the door, but did not push the door in, but turned back like a sweeping robot encountering an obstacle.

"Huh... Not bad."

Xiluluk inside the door breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not intend to miss this excellent opportunity. After opening the door lightly, Xiluluk held the water pipe high and came behind the soldier.

"Bang."

After a muffled sound, the knocked-out soldier was dragged into the room by Shiruluk.

Two minutes later, a neatly dressed soldier walked out of the room and continued to patrol, but his patrol route was different from the previous one.

His target was the treasury of the palace.