A new world, an island.

A group of hippos in black formal suits sang in the river channel in the island. On the stump beside the river channel, a man in a black fur coat with his hair combed into a big back sat biting a cigar and holding a newspaper in one hand. look in.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After a while, he let out a strange and high-pitched laugh, which made the hippos in the river roar even more vigorously, and faintly, the voices of these hippos seemed to overlap like Crocodile.

"Mr.1, the world is in chaos."

Crocodile said with a smile: "After every world conference, the world will be in turmoil for a while, but this time it's different. The sea is so turbulent now, and now the sphere of influence of the world government is also noisy, which will only give those pirates time. Moreover, the revolution The army also seems to be moving."

As for the previous news of the death of the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, Crocodile did not believe it. If he died, the world government would not be able to simply use such a simple space to promote it.

"That Jin Yan has mastered the Seven Martial Seas, and the Four Emperors seem to have new trends. This world is more chaotic than before." Crocodile said: "But this is also our chance."

Mr. 1, who had a stern face with his arms around him, nodded and said, "But, Boss, that Jin Ling once said that he would invite you to be the Qiwuhai. But now the rumors in the sea are that this Jin Ling once said. Prepare to abolish all Shichibukai and recruit again."

Crocodile twitched, "It's just a rumor, he's not that stupid."

swiftly—

Suddenly, a strong wind came from the side, Mr.1 on the side stretched out his hand, and his big hand grabbed the object directly.

A black bat fluttered in his hand.

"Government's messenger bat." Mr.1 said solemnly.

The bat flapped its wings twice, and the sound suddenly came out of its mouth.

This kind of messenger bat is not the form of sending newspapers and letters like the news bird, but it is directly transmitted by voice.

Inside is the sound recorded directly by Cullo.

"Hey, Crocodile, here's a meeting at Fort G-3."

Simple and straightforward.

"Have you started..."

Crocodile glanced at the messenger bat, bit the cigar and exhaled smoke, he slowly got up, touched his golden hook, and said with a smile: "Let me see what you want to do, ha, Hahaha!"

…

after one day.

"Is this the G-3?"

A small raft slowly approached the port of G-3. On the raft, a little girl with an umbrella stretched out her hand in front of her forehead and looked at the huge fortress, "I didn't hear that Barrett destroyed G-3. Is it, why does it look perfect?"

More than the sound, Perona looked at the artillery facility outside, her eyelids jumped, and the firepower was a little too dense.

Mihawk raised his head, revealing a pair of eagle-like eyes, "It's the navy after all, it's normal to have this kind of action."

The raft was approaching, and the navy was already waiting at the port at this time, but before the raft docked, Mihawk got up, jumped up from there, landed tall and straight, and shook his windbreaker as he walked.

The navy on both sides salutes at this time.

For Qiwuhai, they also have to have etiquette.

At the end of the port passage, Crow waited there, saw the person coming, and pushed down his glasses, "Hawkeye."

"Chloe?"

Mihawk looked over and said, "Where's Clow?"

"Mr. Clow is waiting for you at the conference hall." Clow said, "Please come with me."

"Hey, do you have my room?" Perona called from behind.

"Yes, it's all arranged," Crow said.

The G-3 fortress is very large, no matter it is the navy or Shichibukai who came to the meeting and their subordinates, there is no need to bear it.

When he arrived at the conference hall, that huge round table, Clow was already sitting there.

"yours."

As soon as Mihawk saw the person, he touched it from his arms, took out a box of cigars, and threw it away.

The humidor stopped in the air and slowly floated to Cullo's side.

"Yo, the box is nice."

The box alone emits a faint woody fragrance. There are exquisite carvings on the box, and the carvings are also engraved with gold. The box looks very nice, not to mention the contents inside.

He took the box, looked up and down, and at the bottom of the box saw a crossed skull logo, the skull head was lowered, and there was a word similar to 'm' in the engraving of the captain's hat.

"Pirate's?" Kuro said stunned.

"What I got from the pirates, of course, is from the pirates."

Mihawk sat directly next to Cullo, picked up the wine in front of Cullo, took an empty glass and poured a glass.

"good..."

He took a sip, nodded and said, "It tastes good."

"Of course, who is Lao Tzu?" Cullo said, then opened the humidor and said, "I mean, this thing seems to be produced by pirates."

Those seized from pirates are seized from pirates, and those produced by pirates are produced by pirates. The two are not the same.

One is to rob someone else, and the other is to produce and sell it. In this world, it is not uncommon for pirates to engage in industry.

The humidor was opened~lightnovelpub.net~, revealing a ten-pack of exquisite cigars. This cigar is not the same as ordinary ones. It is full of lines of gold and white intersecting around it.

Clow picked up one and put it on his nose to smell it.

"Oh? Edible gold? There's also a... how to say, a little squishy, ​​strange."

He is a strange old cigar. He has a deep research on this thing, and he can smell it when he smells it, which is similar to the skill of eagle eye tasting wine.

Putting this cigar in his mouth, Cullo took out the lighter, and with a snap, the flames lit up the cigar head and lit it evenly.

Cullo took a sip, brewing in his mouth for a while, and suddenly his eyes widened, and a direct shot of gas like steam was ejected.

He quickly took out the cigar in his mouth and stared blankly at the smoke in front of him, "This thing..."

"What's wrong?" Mihawk asked.

"No...it tastes good."

Cullo smacked his lips, "Sweet but not greasy, but the strange thing is that when you take a sip of this thing in your mouth, it stirs like steam, shaking my mouth, and it has a very strong taste."

He stared at the white pattern on the cigar, and touched it with his finger, "The key is this thing, it has this strength, this is a great product, Mihawk, you killed everyone's pirate group. What about their station?"

Mihawk took the humidor, glanced at the sign at the bottom, and shook his head: "It's not the same pirate group, it's probably stolen from someone else."

"That's weird, this kind of stuff should be a special class, why I've never heard of it." Clow wondered.

He has smoked too many cigars, the high-end ones sold at sea, the Navy special editions, including the one smoked by Sakaski, but this is obviously more advanced than his special edition. Never heard of it.