[Pirates] Intelligence dealers don't sell cute

☆、【Extra】No Man's Land

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This is the BGM, "NOBODYANYWHERE" Namki Gakuto.

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Well, this chapter is very difficult for me to write.

Everything a child has to carry.

At that time, we were listening to the text written by BGM.Because I think the title of the BGM song is very emotional, so I used it as the title.

Well, not to mention something so heavy.

Minasan must ignore the delicate relationship between Saki and Ii.Well, otherwise, we should go and change this article to "Danmei"...【Knock on the wall】

Teacher Gratney feels like Teacher Songyang...but Teacher Gratney is very strict and cruel...

Ah~ Sure enough, Teacher Songyang is the best~~【Twisting】

Pfft, it seems that there is nothing...

We are now on the second half of the chapter.

"Hey, Saki! Get up and practice!" Someone pushed him hard in his sleep, "The teacher will be angry if you don't get up again!"

He frowned, closed his eyes, kicked the other person off the bed, so unreasonable.

"Saki!" The injured Jing rubbed the painful place, and finally got angry.

But he was still unmoved, just pointing his middle finger at the bed.

Just when he was proud, he suddenly felt a cold on his middle finger... Goosebumps all over his body reflexively, and he shouted in his heart that he was not good, and when he was about to "run away", he heard a "click", and he screamed, Bounced off the bed.

"Saki, what did the teacher teach you?"

The person on the opposite side had a gentle tone and a smile like the spring breeze in March.Long light gray hair fell on his hands like streaming sunlight.

"Hiss...don't be lazy!"

He stared at the middle finger that was still being clamped, seeing its shape getting more and more strange, Nai He could only answer the question loudly.

"anything else?"

The other party's tone was still calm, but his subordinates intensified their efforts.

"Don't bully your classmates!"

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his angular face and fell on the teacher's pale hand.

"Just remember."

As he wished, the teacher let go.Then smiled slightly, like approval, more like mocking.

The teacher's stern gaze swept over Jing who was still sitting on the ground. The latter stood up in shock, patted the dust off his body, took three steps at a time, trotted to follow the teacher, and walked to the training ground.

"Cut! What's the air..."

He muttered to himself, folded the disposable chopsticks on the instant noodle bucket hidden under the bed, fixed his fractured middle finger, then folded the bedding indiscriminately, and ran to the training ground.

………………

The sun was setting, and he was the only one running around the training ground.The classmates who had dinner sat far away on the edge of the training ground, pointing and laughing at him.

"Look! That fool who is still running is Saki who is notorious for not listening to the teacher! He made another mistake today and was fined by the teacher to run a thousand laps."

"It turned out to be him... I heard that he was ranked last in the last trial."

"Yes, yes! You don't know, he obviously doesn't know anything, and he likes to be lazy! The most annoying thing is that he is always arrogant!"

"Tsk, it's really annoying... Who does he think he is..."

The old sunset shrouded him weakly, like layers of invisible cages.Sweat soaked the snow-white training shirt, and his short black hair lay down obediently at this moment.He ignored the guys outside, just ran lap after lap, from start to finish, from start to finish... slowly blurring their boundaries.

He knew that those "classmates" had to undergo a lot of perverted training every day, and they needed to find a "fun" for their boring life.Unfortunately, he is the "joy".

His body was about to collapse, he tasted the fishy sweetness and bitterness in his throat, and his hungry stomach kept rumbling non-stop.Who knows, he hasn't had any water or rice for a day.His legs became weaker and weaker, but he gritted his teeth and held on, refusing to fall down.

"Tsk..."

Seeing this, the teacher gluttony (one of the seven deadly sins, gluttony.) in the distance sighed softly, but he didn't know it while running desperately.

"Enough." Gratney walked beside him, "Saki, a thousand laps is enough."

He didn't turn his head to look at the teacher, and kept running as if he couldn't stop.

"Aren't you disobedient?" Gratney smiled helplessly, his figure flashed behind him, and his vermilion thin lips parted lightly: "Point to the gun."

With a bang, he finally fell to the ground, his legs convulsed uncontrollably, and bright blood gushed out from his legs.The students outside the venue laughed even harder.Glattney looked around, and the naughty children dispersed like a tide.

Glattney put his hand on his forehead, the scorching heat overwhelmed his usual cold hand.

"Climb back by yourself."

The teacher left only this sentence, and disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

His eyes were a little slack, his hands and feet were wriggling on the ground, the rough ground was like the nails of a wild animal, cutting his wheat-colored skin, and bloodstains remained on the ground.In contrast, the middle finger that was broken by the teacher didn't seem to hurt so much.

Although the pain in his body made him want to die quickly, the pain in his heart was clearer and sharper.

Only today did he clearly understand what kind of organization CP9 is.

The leaden gray sky was gradually overcast, and the light rain hit him in a state of embarrassment.The surrounding gray pressure made this thin and small body almost collapse.To him, the clear sound of the rain was like a heavy piano bass, playing a lingering dirge.

Tick ​​tick, tick tick, tick tick...

His life, day after day, fell into an endless loop just like the sound of rain.

The bleakness of late autumn is bitterly cold.

Xu was desperate, Xu was exhausted, he finally lay on the ground and could not move.

"Saki!" Someone ran over, stepping on the water and braving the rain.Regardless of the teacher's prohibition, he carried him on his back and walked back with difficulty.

"Well," he opened his mouth weakly, "do you mean that no matter how hard we struggle, we will never be able to escape the cage of the world's ZF?"

That year, he was eight years old and was taken in by CP9 for three months.

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The flames rushed towards his face and blocked him on the stairs.When he was young, he panicked.

"Ah Saki, go upstairs! Run out from the rooftop!"

The mother, who had been swallowed by the fire for most of her body, was lying on the floor, shouting at him, desperately wanting to leave him with the last hope of survival.

Just as he was in a daze and was about to jump over the wall of fire and hide in his mother's arms, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a pirate wielding a big knife rushed in...

The blood is beautiful, and the flowers of death bloom in the air.

Mother's smiling head rolled into the sea of ​​flames and turned into ashes, leaving only a strand of blue hair floating in the air.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

The babbling younger brother stretched out his tiny hands, grasping in vain in the air.

"Boss! There's another child!" a pirate found him and shouted.

He was frightened out of his wits, all he knew was to hold his younger brother tightly in his arms, and staggered to run upstairs, looking for the last way out.

Standing on the edge of the roof, he touched his younger brother's head, and secretly vowed to protect him!Just as he was about to jump onto the haystack downstairs, a huge figure with a knife jumped up from downstairs, kicked him on the chest, and then stood opposite him.

Probably a few broken ribs, he could only struggle to climb to the corner of the roof.

"Yo, yo," the man licked his lips, "Look at what I found."

His arms were empty, and before he could react, the opponent raised the knife and dropped it, and his younger brother followed in his mother's footsteps in an instant.

He was stunned for a while, then roared like a wild beast, and threw himself at the other party recklessly.

"Are you crazy?" The other party taunted him, and just as he was about to swing his knife, he felt a chill on his neck, and thick blood gushed out like a spring.

He saw a man in a black suit appear in front of him.

Thin body, as pale as paper, long beige hair, perhaps harmless.

But this person killed someone in the blink of an eye, as easily as crushing an ant.

"Tsk..."

After seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the man sighed and stretched out his hand to him.

"Do you want to come with me? Then you won't be slaughtered like today."

Downstairs are many people in black suits, and the screams of pirates can be heard endlessly.

Later, he found out that this person exuding a harmless aura is called Grattney, and he is the "NO.9" in CP1!

…………

He jumped up from the bed, soaking the bedding with cold sweat.

"Having a nightmare again?" Jing beside him also woke up.

He was silent.

Jing turned around and hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly with callused little hands, humming a long song.

Wells had been here a long time before him, so he knew a lot too.

For example, most of the children trained in CP9 are orphans killed by the war.They all have similar but different nightmares...

"Jing, I don't want to kill someone." He murmured.

"I know." Well answered him.

A short sentence can make him feel at ease.

Jing knows that he is not inferior to anyone in the training camp, but he still refuses to work hard.

Jing also knew what he was afraid of.

The chirping of insects outside the window is crisp, and it has entered midsummer unknowingly.

That year, he was ten years old and was taken in by CP9 for two years.

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The same icy rain as that day.

He hugged Jing's body and didn't cry.

Only the tide of regret keeps him company, which makes him want to suffocate.

"If I didn't escape back then, would I be as strong as a god and protect the well now?"

"Wait for me to triumph!"

Before Jing left, he made a promise to him with a smile like this.But in the end he died on the battlefield.

Gratney looked at his bear, shook his head, and was about to leave, but a bloody hand grabbed the skirt of his shirt:

"Gratney, I want to become stronger!"

He turned around in surprise and saw the killing intent in his eyes for the second time.This brat was clearly looking up at him, but he gave people the intimidating power of looking down on him - standing at the top like a king.It made him feel the "fear" he hadn't seen for a long time, the "fear" when facing a stronger person who was a hundred times stronger than himself.

"Okay." Gratney nodded, not pursuing the crime of calling him by his own name.Compared to this, Glattney wants to know if he can withstand those hellish training beyond the limits of the human body.Can he surpass himself and become the only peak in CP9?

No one but Glattney and himself knew how much he would change from this day forward.

Suddenly, Grattney felt that he was a phoenix, and only after Nirvana could he be reborn.

That year, he was 12 years old and was taken in by CP9 for four years.

☆、【Fanwai】What I want

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BGM: kanon-"The Day Waiting for the Wind"

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Speaking of looking for material a few days ago, when reviewing pirates, I found something very interesting~

401 cannot be avoided!Light Speed ​​Kick of General Kizaru

In about 18 minutes of this episode, Uncle Drake kicked the mass-produced bear with a few quick kicks, it really shines! !Ow! !Especially with the sound effect of "bang bang bang bang"!Aww! ! [Uncle, please respect yourself! 】

The cutest thing is not this, but when Drake was discovered by the yellow ape, he muttered quickly:

"Oops! I didn't intend to run into Huang Yuan!"

Whoa whoa whoa!The anxious way of turning round and round is so cute! ! 【rolling】

Well, so I thought, when Uncle Drake was still a boy, was he also this cute and idiot (...)?

Oh, so in this chapter, the idiot boy version of Drake who accidentally lost his necklace and would step on Hindley was born!clang clang!

By the way, will my generation be kicked away by Uncle Drake a few times... [to fingers]

Ah, I still feel that the subtle dialogue between the two of them has blinded my kryptonite eyes!

"Hey, hey, hey! I don't have the hobby of splitting peaches and breaking sleeves!"

"(#﹏#)……I do not have either!!"

Oh hehehe, it looks like I really should change the attribute of this article...

Well, also, I have always thought that Uncle Long is the most domineering!

It has always been the dragon who sees the head but does not see the end.

And always say very philosophical (pseudo!) things.

For example:

"The world is waiting for our answers!"

"What reason is there to stop a man from running to the sea!"

"Ask the world!"

Pfft, it turns out that Uncle Long is the big boss! 【make a fist】

PS. For some information about Judicial Island in this chapter, refer to Du Niang.

Minasan, good night!We will always love you~~【Be kicked away】

"Have you heard of it? That 'genius' who has mastered the six styles in just half a year!"

"Yes! It's really amazing!"

"He wiped out a pirate group with a total bounty of over [-] million by himself two days ago!"

"yes?!"

"Yesterday he seemed to be sent to obliterate that island country that defies the world ZF!!"

"Well, look, here he comes!"

Children on both sides of the road, even adults, saluted him respectfully, while he walked past with his head held high, behind him was Gratney's coffin.

He was so heroic in a black suit, and the blood stained on his sleeves made him look like a rakshasa from hell.

As Grattney wished, the current CP9 is the only one!

Every prey he stares at can't escape, he can only wait for death to come obediently.

So those stupid and ignorant people nicknamed him "Death".

Blind admirers look forward to his strength, but no one knows that such a fearsome him will also be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.However, no one would ever pat him on the back and hum a corny lullaby to lull him to sleep.

He said he didn't want to kill anyone.But in the end, he could not escape the fate of becoming a killing machine.

There is no way, because, whether it is Jing, Gratney, or himself, each of them is a beast confined in the cage of CP9!

The world government hated his real name "Saki", so he gave him the name "Brad".

He understood that they wanted him to be their knife and their running dog for the rest of his life.

But so what?

He doesn't care about these.

Only he knows the thrill of killing.

Only he knows the fear at midnight.

That year, he was 12 years old and played for CP9 for three months.

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He was badly wounded and lay on the beach waiting to die.

The stars shine like broken diamonds overnight, and he has no regrets.

Because he knew that one day, he would be like Grattney.Ever since he embarked on this road of no return, he has already realized.

Too reckless, and accidentally fell into the opponent's trap—although the opponent is much weaker than himself in a one-on-one fight.

"It turns out that "Reaper" is not the strongest..."

He provoked a bitter smile.

"Necklace, necklace... Ah, I'm such an idiot, how can I lose such an important thing..."

A vague black figure approached slowly, bent over to look for something, still muttering something.

He defended vigilantly, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't see him at all, and tripped over him idiotically.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha, you are such an idiot!"

Even though he was as indifferent as him, he couldn't help laughing heartily at this moment.

"Hey...is it so funny?!"

He saw that Xiao Haijun blushed, stood up, patted the sand on the white cloak, and turned to leave.

"Wait, what you're looking for is this?"

He took out a hard object under his body, it was a picture frame necklace.

"Oh! Thank you thank you!"

As soon as the guy saw the lost and recovered precious necklace, he jumped up and hugged him excitedly.

"Hey, hey, hey! I don't have the hobby of splitting peaches and breaking sleeves!"

He was anxious to grab the opponent's hand.

"(#﹏#)……I do not have either!!"

Xiao Haijun was obviously shy, but he found it very interesting.

"This is the photo my brother left me," Xiao Haijun showed him the photo in the necklace, "My brother is also a navy man, but he died on the battlefield..."

"elder brother?"

His head buzzed, as if he had received some kind of blow.

"Brother, do you mean someone like Jing..."

Xiao Haijun also noticed that something was wrong with him, and looking again, it was covered in blood.

"You, why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

"Well!" He hugged him madly, blood flowed down from his brow bone, blurring his vision.

"Jing, do you know? I didn't run away anymore, I worked very hard, I worked very hard, and it took only half a year to learn the six styles! I'm very strong now, and they all call me 'Death'! I can protect you now You will not die again! Those who dare to hurt you, I will kill them all!! Jing, you are not here, I am so sad. I wake up in the middle of the night, without you to comfort me... Jing, I am so afraid of going to sleep now... ..."

Xiao Haijun didn't speak, just listened to his cries quietly, and patted his back lightly.

No one can imagine that he, who is horribly revered as the "God of Death", is as fragile and vulnerable as a helpless child at this moment.

"Jing, can you come back? I'm so tired from walking alone..."

Tired of crying, he fell asleep on his shoulder.

………………

"woke up?"

Xiao Haijun sat on the stool beside the bed, peeling an apple.

"So you belong to that secret intelligence agency CP9..."

He had his papers in his hand.

He smelled the danger, jumped out of the bed with a whoosh, and put his finger on Xiao Haijun's forehead, intending to kill him.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, the door was opened, and a general wearing a navy cloak broke in.

"Uh... Drake... you guys..."

Obviously this person misunderstood something...(/□)

He generously let go of the little navy named Drake, snatched the unfinished apple in his hand, lay back on the bed, and gnawed it.

"This guy doesn't treat himself as an outsider, does he?!"

………………

His injury recovered quickly, and he was almost healed after only three days.

On a cold night, he was lying on the roof of the naval station, with his arms pillowed on his head, and the knife that Drake used to peel apples was dangling from his mouth.

In the courtyard below, Captain Drake was having a drink with the unknown major.

He suddenly remembered the well that had been gone for many years.

Such a round full moon sprinkles light yellow light on the earth, adding to the worries of people.

He dozed off and woke up to find the idiot captain and the major all over the house looking for him.

"Eh? What about others?"

"Tsk..."

He jumped down vigorously, and sneaked into the room without making a sound, without waiting for anyone to react.

"Pointing to the gun."

The major fell in response.

Drake was about to exclaim, but he covered his mouth.

"My existence cannot be known by anyone other than the ZF of the world."

"You can dispose of his body yourself, just make up an excuse to die in battle or something."

"It's time for me to go back. Oh, by the way, the knife is good, I took it with me."

"Then why don't you kill me!"

The young Drake wanted to ask him back, but he seemed to guess it, and answered him flatly: "Because you are a well."

Looking for an excuse to hide his identity, he was actually just jealous of Drake's drinking and talking with others.

"As long as you have me, that's enough." He whispered in his ear, "Let everyone else be wiped out!"

"What you don't understand is that the same apple may be dismissed by people who are full, but they will do whatever it takes to snatch it from people who are on the verge of starvation."

"Because without this apple, he would die."

That year, he was 15 years old and played for CP9 for three years.

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"Hmm... In the past, there was a mad scientist in the science unit of the Navy Headquarters, called... Uh...CC or something, who kidnapped many children privately and conducted various inhuman experiments."

While eating the barreled instant noodles brought by Drake, he narrated those thrilling experiences in a casual tone.

"and then?!"

Drake urged him impatiently.

"Then?"

He deliberately teased him.

"Don't be a fool, just say it!"

Drake was really anxious.

"Okay, okay... Then, I was sent to deal with this matter. But it's annoying, the world's ZF didn't ask me to kill him, but asked me to destroy all experimental evidence for him. And also I sent him to an island in the New World called 'Punk Hazard'."

He frowned, his old annoyance undiminished.

"Well, the so-called 'processing' is to obliterate the three hundred mice, er no, three hundred children, and completely destroy the small island that is the test base."

He was calm, but Drake frowned deeply.

"By the way, that scientist named CC is really weird! He actually has horns on his head! (That's a decoration! Idiot Schindler!) I heard that he is a devil fruit ability user of the natural department, so his The clothes are like smoke and mist, ah!~ I can’t tell!~Anyway, it’s something called gas... But he looks more in line with my aesthetics! The long purple hair is the same as my eyes It’s the same~ It’s still pretty when you smile~”

Occasionally, he also reveals the childishness and innocence of a teenager.

The iron-like cold and hard silence is only used to defend against outsiders.

"Ah, also, I also know what happened 900 years ago, the 100 years that were erased by the world ZF. I bet, Drake, you definitely don't want to know what happened at that time."

"Oh, by the way, this is for you," he took out the carefully prepared gift, "Congratulations on your promotion to lieutenant colonel!"

His answer was a long silence.

"Do you usually do this kind of thing, Xin?"

"Not exactly. I sometimes receive undercover tasks, going to a completely strange island, acting as a complete stranger, stealing information and so on."

"...Why do you have to do these things? Why don't you quit?" The boy asked him anxiously.

"Because I can't help myself."

He smiled indifferently, resigned to fate.

That year, he was 17 years old and played for CP9 for five years.

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Drake received his letter, only a short sentence:

"One day, you'll be like me.

--pungent. "

Drake didn't understand what he meant.

I still remember that when Drake asked his name before, he hesitated for a long time before casually saying the name "Sindle".

He later told him:

Saki, the name only reminded him of his dead family and well.

As for Brad, this name only reminds him of the disgusting ZF in the world.

So he made up a random name: Hindley.

Drake also remembered, Xin telling himself, his favorite instant noodles in a bucket.

Because his teacher Glattney did not allow them to eat this kind of "junk food", at that time their diet and work and rest had extremely strict plans.

Now he's "free," so he can feast on it.

What puzzled Drake the most was that this guy would not eat instant noodles that were not in a barrel!

Every time he came to visit him, he would force himself to find buckets of instant noodles all over the world for him to eat!

(─dish─)

In that year, he had one year left before he betrayed the world ZF.

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"CP9 spy, Brad, was sentenced to death for the crimes of leaking intelligence, collaborating with the enemy, and betraying the world ZF, etc.

For the first time, the presiding judge—the three Baskervilles—sentenced the prisoner unanimously.

In the court, he was still wearing a straight black suit, straightened his back, and waited for punishment.

On the bridge of hesitation, he strode towards death without any "hesitation".

He sneered, making the officers escorting him shudder.

He thought of many possible ways of death, but he didn't expect to be executed by the world ZF.

He also never thought that one day, the Island of Eternal Sun, where he had lived for half his life, would become his execution ground.

There is no night on this island of eternal day, so it does not understand his suffering.

He knew it, and those beasts felt that he knew too much darkness that ordinary people shouldn't know in their lives, and it was because they keenly discovered:

——His knife has already begun to have its own thoughts.In other words, he has been "blunt".

This is what they fear most.

He is expected to be a loyal and capable dog. They only want him to bite the enemy obediently, but not to do evil and bite the master back.

He was supposed to be a knife imprisoned in a scabbard, but now he has become a terrible demon knife that cuts off the scabbard.

On the execution stage, he smiled.

"Is it finally free?"

He even felt that he saw Jing waving to him not far away, smiling as gently as before, and said softly to him:

"Saki, you're here."

The executioner pulled the bolt, and he quietly closed his eyes.

A sudden gust of wind rolled up layers of dark clouds, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs.

"This kid, I took it away!"

He tightened his waist, lifted his feet off the ground, and rose into the air.

"...What blood!" He muttered.

"Oh, don't you like this young man? Then try another one next time..." The strange uncle with a red fork tattooed on his left face and a dark green cloak answered him like this.

"Ah! It's the leader of the Revolutionary Army—Mongchi`D`Dolag!"

In the navy below, someone recognized this strange uncle.

"No way...the Revolutionary Army?! Did you make a mistake!!"

His face twitched, but he suddenly felt relieved.

Perhaps, today is the day of his rebirth, maybe...

That year, at the age of 19, he defected to CP9's NEWSTART!