This Navy is Rude

"It was the navy, the navy took them away..."

Drago frowned: "Navy?"

After the supervisor's description, Drago figured out what was going on.

It turned out that there was an officer named "Hai Lan" in the Navy Headquarters who spent a large sum of money every year to buy 100 slaves in the Kingdom on the Bridge. Gerald was just taken away by the Navy at the beginning of this year.

Drago's mind is not slow, and after the supervisor's explanation, he suddenly became enlightened.

From the expressions of the workers, Drago probably read these words: look at the navy, it can save 100 people every year, your cake is quite big, but my god, you can do it Is it real?Can you rely on some credits?

"..."

Dorag always felt a little awkward somewhere, as if someone was trying to steal business from him: "What kind of game is Hai Lan playing...?"

……

The great sea route, the waters around the Chambord Islands.

A medium-sized cargo ship was slowly drifting on the sea. The reason for "drifting" was because all three masts on the ship had been broken.

On the side of the sailing boat, sat a handsome man in a black suit and a black windbreaker. On the man's face, he wore a pair of gentle round-frame glasses, but in stark contrast, it was the man on his right hand. Blood-stained five-bladed steel claws.

"How should I say it? Is it really worthy of being the feared 'Shadow of the Blade' Mr. Locke in Chambord?"

The person who spoke was a handsome man who was also wearing a suit. This man had black curly hair, wearing sunglasses, and his gestures showed a gentleman's demeanor.

The man named "Locke" raised his right hand, pushed the sliding glasses with the palm of his hand, and smiled faintly: "This is not what a man, Mr. Senior Pink, should say."

"Locke" is Crowe.

Since the "Ghost Spider Incident" and later dealing with Jinbei's "Murloc Karate Instructor", Hailan has no time to be distracted from the many affairs of the Chambord Islands, and everything is handed over to Crowe to handle.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, the foreign businessman who looked like a fat sheep holding a platinum-lead handicraft became a dark horse in the black market in Chambord by virtue of the two steel claws in his hand.

In the first half of the great voyage, where even armed domineering is a rare ability, relying on Crowe's strength, as long as "Goldfinger" Smith is not provoked, almost no one can pose a threat to Crowe.

Crowe's code name in the black market is "Black Cat".

But the black cat's "cat's claws" sealed the throat with blood.

Out of the recognition and fear of the black cat's strength, the black cat soon got a colder nickname in the lawless area of ​​Chambord - the shadow of the blade.

Everyone thought that there would be a dark horse and old horse contest between "Shadow of the Blade" and "Goldfinger", but what is surprising is that the two are harmoniously like a family - at least on the surface That's what happened.

At that time, Hai Lan hadn't participated in the affairs of Chambord, so Crowe naturally didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.

One is that his force value is still much lower than that of Goldfinger, and the other is that he can't deal with it with his status as a naval lieutenant.

But it's different now.

The crew members killed by Crowe were originally the slave catchers who planned to send slaves to "Goldfinger" Smith.

And another man in a suit, Senior Pink, is the "representative" sent by the Don Quixote family.

It is strange to say that the composition of names in this world is that the last name comes first and the first name comes last. Most people, such as Monkey D. Karp, are usually called Karp directly by others.

But there are also a small number of people who are called by his surname directly like Senior Pink.

The eyes behind the senior's sunglasses glanced at the movement of Crowe's glasses, and showed a gentlemanly smile: "I, Senior, have always respected men, and I am decisive like you, and I won't do it because of a little girl's film." And emotional men, I respect most."

Squeak!

The deck of the cabin was pried open by his men, "Lord Senor, we have found all the treasures and slaves!"

"Mr. Locke, how do you plan to distribute the spoils this time?"

"Old rules, the treasure belongs to you, and the slave belongs to me."

A slight smile flashed across Senor's lips: "But I heard that Mr. Black Cat in the dark world of Chambord has already sold quite a few slaves to the Navy?"

Chapter 129 What is the bike

"Dark world?"

Crowe chuckled, and pushed his glasses: "Mr. Senior, don't talk about being so tall, a black market is a black market, and the palm-sized land of Chambord Islands is not a dark world, you What the joker masters, that is the real dark world."

Senior sat down on a wine barrel: "Although the words you said are very nice, you still haven't answered my question."

"I sold slaves to the Navy? Is there a problem?"

"no problem?"

"I'm a businessman. I only serve money. I will sell the slaves to whoever offers a high price. Otherwise, why would Goldfinger get rich? Because his big client—the Tianlong people are the richest!

Because these slaves have been abused by the slave hunting team, their hatred for pirates is far higher than that of ordinary people. When they become navy, they will naturally fight harder against pirates. To the Navy, the highest interests can be sought.

Mr. Senior, does this reason make sense to you? "

Senor showed a thoughtful expression, and Crowe added with a smile: "How about this, leave the treasure to me, and take the slaves away, so that I will be less happy to deal with the Navy once, you What do you think?"

In fact, to be honest, Senior didn't want to leave with the slaves.

Because these slaves are useless at all, they have to consume food on the road, and they have to sell them by themselves in the future, even in places like Beihai, they may not be able to sell them quickly.

When he caught a glimpse of several female slaves in the cabin hugging each other and crying, machismo prompted him to make a decision: "Forget it, it's your own right to sell slaves to, as long as you don't Just forget about our deal."

"of course."