another me?

The moonlight slanted towards the floor through the window, reflecting a faint silver glow, and the sound of footsteps echoed gently in the room, as if two Kelums were looking in the mirror in a dark room, sitting and standing facing each other. There was a weird smile on his mouth, and the scene was a little scary.

"You don't have to pretend to be me to enter this base every time, right?" Even though he knew that the face on the opposite side was fake, Krum still felt a little hairy in his heart.

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

Kerum had never seen the real face of the other party. He unconsciously moved his eyes from his face, pointed to the report and transfer order on the table, and said, "The headquarters may have noticed some problems, so we need to Swap a colonel from the East China Sea with me, this is the information of that colonel."

"Yarlin!" Standing Kelum picked up the report and opened the page, a name suddenly appeared in his pupils, his eyes moved to a frontal half-length photo next to him, wearing a tall and straight navy uniform, there was nothing on his face His expression was stern, especially his pair of eyes were very special, like two pupils overlapping strangely together to form a strange virtual edge, "Donghai, Navy 153 Branch, superhuman devil fruit ability, tentative judgment of fruit ability To manipulate the black line..."

"This is really bad news, I will bring the news back to the president." He scanned the report roughly, then rolled it up and tucked it into his arms to hide.

After taking a sip of the wine, a tyrannical aura appeared on the face of Kerum, who was sitting on the sofa. He squeezed the bottle with five fingers and exploded it, and the wine splashed through the wide fingers, "Kill him! "

"what?"

"I said to kill this Colonel Yarlin, to create the illusion of a pirate attack or some other accident. As long as he dies, I can continue to be stationed in Alabasta. You should not want another stranger. Captain of the Navy."

"I will convey your request back together."

"We have been working together very happily, and it will be a happy cooperation in the future, but if you change someone, you may not be able to maintain this situation." Krum shook off the glass ballast on his palm, and he stood up. Standing in front of the fake Kelum, he said word by word: "Kill! It! Him!"

"I will convey your request intact, including the same tone and demeanor." The fake Corum squeezed his mutilated right ear lightly and pushed the door to leave.

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Ding Ding Deng Deng

A series of small footprints stepped on the desert, and a puff of smoke was rolled up behind it. This is a fast-running Kelu duck with a water jug ​​hanging around its neck, taking a sip from time to time, and carrying an army green duck on its back. satchel.

In the distance, behind a buried building in the desert with only the ruins exposed, there is a figure standing gently beckoning to Kelu Duck, and Kelu Duck quacks twice as if it had been beaten with blood. Sprint past.

"Thank you for your hard work, run fast."

With a slender skirt, her face was surrounded by a silk scarf, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. She squatted down and took out a sealed letter from the satchel on Kelu Duck.

Opening the letterhead, there was a brief note inside. After she swiped it twice, her breathing became a little short, and then she quickly regained her composure. She lit a match and burned the letterhead to ashes.

She stroked the feathers of Kelu Duck, took out an iron can filled with water and put it on for Kelu Duck, and then quickly walked towards the sand and dust, surrounded by the earth wall surrounded by wind and sand in the distance, she squatted down The body groped at the base of a wall, and then pulled up a buried iron ring. The iron ring was hooked to a rusted iron plate, exposing the hidden space below.

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

The stairs extending down from the underground entrance looks like it leads to the esophagus of the monster. The walls next to it are very rough, and the visibility is dim. Only a faint light comes from the innermost, and there are vague words. voices, but can't hear them clearly.

The exit of the stairs turned towards the sight of a middle-aged man with peculiar curly hair. The wavy curly hair was draped on both sides of his shoulders. His expression seemed to be a little stiff, and his expression softened until he saw the person walking down the stairs. Come on.

"Mr.8, you're too nervous, you need to be more relaxed." She unbuttoned her scarf to reveal her soft aqua-blue hair, which was an unusually beautiful and young face, and her eyes swept over Mr.8 Looking inside, there are some figures walking in the shadow of the dim light, and the occasional glances are quickly withdrawn.

These are some middle-level agents from the Baroque Studio. They came to this gathering place to receive the tasks arranged above, or to inquire and communicate some information in private.

"Miss. Wednesday, I just showed a constipated look, no one would suspect anything." Mr.8 looked past with a hint of kindness in his eyes, and he whispered: "I heard rumors in the room, Some time ago, there seemed to be a problem with the operation of a senior agent."

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

"The content of the action is unclear, but what is certain is that Mr.3 and Mr.5 seem to have lost contact during that action and have not reported back to the studio." Mr.8 glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention He came over and said in a lower voice: "I carefully analyzed all the rumors I heard and analyzed it~lightnovelpub.net~ I feel that their action is likely to be related to dance fans in some way."

"It has something to do with dancing fans?" Miss. was stunned for a moment on Wednesday, and then his tone became nervous and serious: "Finally found the information that Baroque Studio may be related to dancing fans, can you be sure?"

"There is a very high probability, but it is difficult to continue to inquire. Those who know some inside information are senior agents, and they are very strict." Mr.8 frowned, "But I heard a name, Longshi Trading Company. ."

"Longshi Trading Company?"

"Yes, it seems to be a trading company formed by a businessman from the East China Sea." 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 Donghae."

However, she was just a little surprised, but she didn't take it too seriously, she just thought it was some kind of 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 is only the slightest clue, the people of Alabasta are going to be overwhelmed."