Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 261

another me?

The moonlight shining diagonally through the window to the floor reflected a faint silver brilliance, and the sound of footsteps reverberated gently in the room, just like two Korums looking in the mirror in a dark room, sitting and standing against each other. There was a weird smile on his mouth, and the scene was a little frightening.

“You don’t have to pretend to be me every time you enter this base, right?” Although he knew that the face opposite was fake, Krumm still felt a little hairy in his heart.

“This is the most convenient.” Even the voice and demeanor were exactly the same.

Krum has never seen the other party’s true face. He unconsciously moved his eyes away from his “self” face, pointed to the report and the transfer order on the table and said: “The headquarter may be aware of some problems, so he must Swap a colonel from Donghai and me. This is the information of that colonel.”

“Yarlin!” Standing Korum picked up the report and turned over the page. A name leaped into his pupils. He moved his gaze to a frontal half-length photo next to him. He was wearing a tall navy uniform with nothing on his face. The expression looks cold, especially the pair of eyes. It looks like two pupils are superimposed strangely to form a weird imaginary edge. “East China Sea, 153 branch of the Navy, superhuman demon fruit ability person, fruit ability is tentatively judged To manipulate the black line…”

“This is really terrible news. I will bring the news back to the president.” I scanned the report roughly, then rolled it up and tucked it into my arms and hid it.

After taking a sip of the drink, a tyrannical hostility appeared on Korum’s face sitting on the sofa. He smashed the bottle and exploded it with five fingers. The wine splashed through the wide fingers, “Kill him!” ”

“what?”

“I said to kill this Colonel Yallin, create a pirate attack or other accidents, as long as he dies, I can continue to be stationed in Alabastan, you should not want another stranger. Captain of the Navy.”

“I will convey your request back together.”

“We have been cooperating very happily, and we will definitely be happy in the future, but if we change another person, we may not be able to maintain this situation.” Korum shook off the glass ball on his palm and stood up. Standing in front of the fake Korum, he said every word: “Kill! It’s him!”

“I will convey your request intact, including the tone and demeanor.” False Krumb gently pinched his mutilated right ear and pushed the door away.

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Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding…

A series of small footprints stepped on the desert, rolling up a cloud of smoke behind the back. This is a fast-running Kelu duck with a water jar hanging from its neck, taking a sip from time to time, and carrying a military green on its back. Satchel.

In the distance, behind a buried building in the desert that only exposed the ruined building, a figure stood beckoning to the Kelu Duck gently, and the Kelu Duck quacked twice as if it had been beaten with chicken blood. Sprint over.

“Thanks for your hard work, run fast.”

In the slender skirt, the face was surrounded by silk scarves, only a pair of bright eyes appeared. She squatted down and took out a sealed letterhead from the shoulder bag on Kelu Duck.

Opening the letterhead, there was a short note inside. After scanning it twice, her breathing became a little quicker, and then she quickly recovered her calm, drew a match and lit the letterhead to ashes.

She stroked the Kelu duck’s hair, took out an iron pot filled with water and replaced it with the Kelu duck, and then quickly walked towards the dust, surrounded by a wall of sand in the distance, she squatted down The body was groping at the root of a wall, and then he pulled up a buried iron ring. Connecting the iron ring was a rusty iron plate, exposing the hidden space below.

This is a hidden place in the Baroque studio, as there are many places in Alabastan as either hidden or disguised.

The stairs extending downward from the underground entrance look like it is leading to the monster’s esophagus. The wall next to it is very rough, and the visibility is dim, with only a faint light coming from the innermost, and there are faint speeches. The sound, but I can’t hear clearly.

The exit of the stairs turned to the sight of a middle-aged man with strange curly hair. Circles of wavy curly hair draped on both sides of his shoulders. His expression seemed a little stiff, and his expression was not relieved until he saw the person walking down the stairs. Open.

“Mr.8, you are too nervous, you have to relax a little bit more.” Unbuttoning the scarf reveals an unusually delicate and young face under the soft aqua-blue hair. Her gaze flickers over Mr.8. Looking inside, there were some figures walking under the shadow of the dim light. Occasionally, a glance at the eyes quickly took them back.

These are some intermediate agents of the Baroque studio, who came to this gathering place to receive the tasks arranged above, or to inquire and communicate some information exchanges in private.

“Miss. Wednesday, I just appeared to be constipated, no one would suspect or something.” Mr.8 looked at the past with a trace of love hidden in his eyes, and he whispered: “I heard rumors in the room. Some time ago, a senior spy seemed to have a problem in the operation.”

“What rumor?” Miss. Wednesday seemed a little absent-minded, as she was still digesting the news passed on the letterhead just now.

“The specific content of the action is not clear, but what is certain is that Mr.3 and Mr.5 seem to have lost contact during that action and have not reported it back to the studio.” Mr.8 glanced around and saw no one noticed. Coming over, his voice lowered and said, “After carefully analyzing the rumors I heard, I feel that their action is likely to be related to the dancing fans.”

“It’s related to dancing fans?” Miss. was stunned on Wednesday, and then her tone became nervous and serious: “Finally found information about Baroque Studios that might be related to dancing fans. Can you be sure?”

“There is a very high probability, but it is difficult to continue to inquire. Some of the insiders are senior agents, and they are very strict.” Mr.8 frowned, “but I heard a name, Takashi Trading Co., Ltd. .”

“Longshi Trading Company?”

“Yes, it seems to be a trading company formed by East Sea merchants.” Mr. 8 replied.

The slender eyebrows were slightly twisted, and Miss. Wednesday’s eyes were a little weird, “The news I just received has something to do with the East China Sea.”

However, she was only slightly surprised, but she didn’t care about it. It was just a coincidence. She thought for a moment, and said firmly to Mr.8: “We have to find a way to go to the East China Sea and investigate the Longshi Trading Company. , Even if there are only a few clues, the people of Alabastan will soon be unable to support it.”