Pirates: I am an undercover agent in the Beasts Pirates

Wayne sheathed his knife and turned his eyes to Carlo who was lying on the floor.

Although the guy was injured, he was not dead.

"Carlo, don't play dead."

After these words, Carlo on the ground instantly got up, covering the wound on his chest with one hand, holding the knife with the other hand, and ran towards the door in panic.

"Humph, you want to escape?!"

Just as he was about to reach the door, he heard the sound of swords.

Wayne slashed his back with a knife, and then kicked him down.

Bang!

Carlo wanted to struggle to get up, but a strong hand held his head down, and then threw him to the ground.

The head hit the floor violently, and Carlo felt that the top of his head was about to shatter, and several small stars were spinning on his head.

This was not over yet. Wayne grabbed his few hairs, pulled his head up, and then smashed it down again!

"Don't! I give up!"

He shouted with all his strength.

Boom!

He was responded by a sharp pain in his head.

This action continued for several times, until Carlo was dying and completely lost the ability to move, Wayne stood up and clapped his hands.

Years of experience in dealing with outlaws told Wayne that finishing off such villains is always the first priority.

And when Wayne dealt with Carlo.

Old priest Vickers took out a thick and long iron chain from a corner of the church and tied up the fallen Cavendish with a swift movement.

"Why are there iron chains in your church?"

Wayne said with a strange look.

"Ahem, as a priest, it is reasonable for me to have an iron chain for self-defense."

"......"

This is really not a serious priest!

"Forget it," Wayne waved his hand and picked up the long knife that fell from Carlo's hand on the floor with his saber.

"What is the origin of this magic knife? Is it really like what Carlo said, that killing people will make you stronger?"

Wayne looked at the knife carefully, but he couldn't see anything special.

Except for the strong smell of blood, this knife was very ordinary in his eyes, and there was even some curling on the blade.

In terms of sharpness, even the special military knife in Wayne's hand couldn't compare.

"It's actually just an ordinary knife."

Vickers shook his head and said, "I have seen his heart. He bought that knife at a street stall. The so-called magic knife that makes you stronger by killing people is just an excuse for him to deceive himself. In his heart, he has already believed it."

After saying that, Vickers sighed, "Carlo is really a lunatic."

"So that's it..."

Looking at the "magic knife" with blood still on the blade, Wayne used the military knife to pick it up and stuck the "magic knife" into the floor.

With a thought, a wisp of purple flame burned from his hand out of thin air, and then burned fiercely when it touched the magic knife.

At this time, Carlo, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and saw the "magic knife" burning with purple flames.

"No——!"

Carlo screamed heartbreakingly.

"Without the magic knife, how can I become a strong man, how can I make my name resound through the world!!"

He cried and his face was filled with great pain.

"You really fooled yourself?" Wayne raised his eyebrows.

"咈~咈~"

The "magic knife" that was already a little rusty soon melted into a pool of molten iron under the burning of the purple flame.

"My knife!!"

Carlo was in so much pain that he couldn't move, and he could only stare at Wayne with extremely resentful eyes.

"You bastard, you bastard... give it back to me!!"

Carlo kept cursing Wayne. But suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Wayne with a flattering face.

"By the way, what is that purple flame? It can burn the magic sword, so it must be stronger than the magic sword, right? Give it to me, give it to me! I want to become stronger, please give it to me!!"

"Give it to me, bastard!"

Wayne's eyes gradually became cold.

Obviously, Carlo has gone crazy.

For the so-called strength, can he fall to this extent?

The fallen, unforgivable!

"咈!"

Wayne slowly approached Carlo, his arm covered with a purple barrier, and the fierce purple flame burned fiercely, and the terrifying flame burned Carlo's face hot.

"Do you want this kind of power? Then give it to you."

"Really...really? Thank you, thank you! When I become a strong man, I will definitely not treat you unfairly, definitely...ah!!"

The purple flame quickly spread to Carlo's whole body as soon as it touched him, like a thorn in the bone, and then burned violently.

Instantly, Carlo screamed in agony, his whole body covered with indescribable pain. Soon, Carlo was burned into a charred body.charcoal.

Seeing this, Vickers took a deep breath.

"Well done, kid, you're strong."

Wayne turned around and looked at Vickers.

"So what's the matter with you, a priest? A person with special abilities?"

Vickers nodded, "I am a person with special abilities who has eaten the Read-Read Fruit. As long as I keep communicating with people, I can see people's inner thoughts."

"And people who are close to me will be affected to a certain extent and become more willing to speak and communicate with people. This fruit has helped me become the most beloved priest in this country."

After hearing Vickers' words, Wayne was stunned.

"The ability to read minds... There is actually such a devil fruit."

Devil fruits are divided into three categories: natural, animal, and superhuman.

Among the superhuman devil fruits, there are many bug-level fruit abilities.

For example, if the person with the ability to read minds in front of him goes to prison to be an interrogator, he will not say a word.

Being a little priest here is really a waste of talent.

At this time, Vickers said again: "By the way, there is something I have never had the chance to ask. You also found that Carlo was not right at the beginning, when you saw Merlin's body."

"Yes, the knife wound on her body is not right. The rumored killer's knife is as fast as the wind, but Carlo's knife is too slow. Even I can see that the force is completely wrong."

Vickers nodded slightly.

"By the way, Father Vickers, since you can see through my inner thoughts, you should also know why I came here, right?" Wayne chuckled.

Vickers pulled the corner of his mouth and said helplessly:

"It's up to you, don't make it too messy."

It's a pity that Planck buried treasure under his church. I didn't read his mind carefully at that time.

Wayne looked at the messy church and couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that this church can't get any messier, right?"

Wayne began to pace on the floor of the church, trying to find the place where the treasure was hidden.

Soon, he felt a hollow floor.

He squatted down, put his hands on the floor, and suddenly clawed them. With a "hum", the armed color hardened.

Then, he began to dig. His hard black hands were no less effective than a shovel. The stone was crushed by Wayne as soon as it touched.

After a while, a big pit appeared in the church, which made Vickers feel distressed.

And inside, there was a big treasure chest with some wet soil!

The treasure chest was locked. Wayne observed it, moved it up, and was thinking about how to open it.

At this time, Vickers picked up a small wooden stick from the ground, walked over, and poked at the lock core.

In less than three seconds, with a "click", the lock opened.

This skillful operation...

Wayne's face was full of black question marks.

"Father, what kind of job did you do before?"