The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 117 News Agency Headquarters, Beckmann
Noticing Bai Xing's eyes turning in circles and little stars starting to spin above his head, Searle realized it and withdrew his hand.

Looking at everyone in Neptune, he said:

"I'll go back to Dragon Palace City to rest first, and I'll clean up the slave king in a few days."

"Brother Searle, let me go too!"

Jinbe clenched his fists and said angrily, after all, the instigator this time is the slave king Prada.

Searle looked at the bandage that was still oozing blood on Jinbei's body, and said:

"No need, your injury is still not healed, you should take a good rest first, take care of your injury, and don't leave any hidden illness."

Jinbe still wanted to speak, but finally nodded, and he would do what Brother Sear said.

Thranduil said to Thranduil next to him:
"Thranduil, go back and rectify the new sea beast army. I will spare some time to test what you have gained this time."

Thranduil clenched his fists and said:
"I see, brother, I won't let you down."

……

A great route, a paradise, somewhere in an unknown sea area, there is a medium-sized island here, which looks ordinary, the only feature is that a very large number of seagulls are constantly entering and leaving the island.

This island is the headquarters of the famous World Economic News Agency.

Overlooking from a high altitude, the island is oval in shape, and a tall building with a V-shaped expansion stands in the center of the island, which is the news building.

There is a huge factory next to it, with several long chimneys protruding from the factory, billowing white smoke, and the roar of the machines inside can be heard from a long distance away.

A series of steel transport guide rails were inserted into the factory, and the peeled logs were continuously transported in one by one on the guide rails. A conveyor belt was set up behind the factory, and a steady stream of steaming white paper was output in a steady stream.

These blank papers will be transported by the conveyor belt all the way to the White Printing Factory, the largest on the island and the largest in the world, where the blank papers will be uniformly printed with written news by machines.

Then it is transported to the cutting factory, where it is cut into normal newspaper size, and finally transported to the news bird dormitory building, which is uniformly distributed to each aviary, and they send the newspaper to all over the world.

On the top floor of the news building, there is an office. The door looks like an open newspaper. The overall office is dark and spacious, occupying two-thirds of the entire floor.

There are endless rows of mahogany bookshelves in the office. On the bookshelves, you can find everything from the first handwritten newspaper in the early days of the World Economic News Agency to the newspapers just printed today.

The surrounding walls are printed with relevant texts and portraits of various super big events. In the center of the office, there is a rest area and a circular fountain planted with vegetation, like an indoor park. Next to it is a three-meter-long black pen figurine.

Next to the statue lay a giant five-meter-tall phone bug. It looked very old, with its eyes tightly closed.

It is an information processing and recording phone bug, which can collect and permanently record news from reporters all over the world. It has been engaged in this work for nearly 200 years, and it stores a lot of information in its brain. It can be said that it is the World Economic News Agency lifeblood.

At the back of the office, behind a large mahogany desk.

"Perfect article, as expected of me! The most talented man on the sea!"

Morgans looked at the articles he wrote and was full of praise. He hadn't written manuscripts by himself for many years because he wanted to train newcomers.

But this time the news was too important and the water was very deep. Morgons was afraid that other writers would not be able to grasp it, so he wanted to come in person.

"You take it to the fax department immediately, notify the printing factories on the island and around the world to start mass printing and distribution immediately, and the employees start the 007 mode, and let the newsbirds be released all over the world at the fastest speed!"

In front of Morgans, a strong man in a black suit with a cigar in his mouth carefully took the manuscript handed over by Morgans, turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Hearing the sound, the strong man stopped and turned around.

"President, is there anything else?"

Morgans clenched his fist and coughed at his mouth: "This time it's [-] Baileys!"

"I see!"

The strong man nodded and turned to leave.

Half a day later, well-fed newsbirds all over the world started their work.

Somewhere in the new world.

A huge white whale pirate ship is breaking through the waves and driving fast. It is the Moby Dick of the Whitebeard Pirates, and there are more than 40 smaller pirate ships around it.

After receiving Searle's call before, the Whitebeard Pirates turned around and left.

Beside the side of the ship, looking at the three fingers stretched out by the news bird, Marco knew that there was another big event, it should be about Mr. Searle.

As usual, he wrapped the newspapers for the seagull and gave it a small dried fish as a tip. The newsbird left satisfied.

It's better to be a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, especially this pineapple-headed boy. Although he looks a bit slender, he has a kind heart!

Looking at the content in the newspaper, even Marco, who was mentally prepared, couldn't calm down anymore.

After many years, the holy land of Mary Joa was breached again!Several Celestial Dragons died!A Celestial Dragon was kidnapped to exchange for the mermaid princess Shirahoshi!
These are not important, the following news is what shocked him.

Moangsel fights against Admiral Yellow Monkey and Admiral Aokiji alone without losing the wind!

"Mr. Searle is so strong!"

Marco swallowed, two generals!

He can't even think about it!

Calm down, continue to read, one after another heavy news appeared in the newspaper, accompanied by related high-definition pictures, there are hundreds of them, this time a newspaper is four or five times as thick as before, no wonder it takes Sell ​​for three hundred Baileys!
Especially the photo of Mr. Searle's transformation, this black mecha, is really handsome!

I want to see Mr. Searle more and more.

Marco handed the rest of the newspapers to a crew member beside him, asking him to show them to the captains first, while he ran to find Whitebeard with the first one.

"Father, although it's not the first time I've said it, your deputy captain is really good!"

[Fuck! 】【What! ] Shocking sounds spread throughout the entire ship, and then spread to other pirate ships like a virus.

Outside the sea area a few days away from the Chambord Islands, the Red Hair Pirates and the Hundred Beasts Pirates have completely smashed together.

On the top of the Redforth's thick mast, sat a man with gray hair tied into a ponytail, a bang hanging down his left temple, a long face with a pointed chin, a straight nose bridge, and clear facial lines.

A stocky man with scars on his arms, he wore a black three-quarter-sleeved shirt with a belt around the waist, a swirl cape, a V-neck T-shirt, baggy trousers, and Martin boots.

He is the vice-captain of the red-haired pirates, Shanks' right-hand man Ben Beckman!
If Shanks, who is cheerful and cheerful and likes to hold parties, is compared to the "sun", Beckman, who does not speak much but still majestic, is the "moon".

He has the experience accumulated in a long sailing career, a clear thinking brain and a very high IQ, and his strength is even comparable to that of Shanks. He is definitely the most well-deserved strongest lieutenant today!
Beckman had a cigarette in his mouth and took a puff from time to time. His face was calm, and he held a rifle in his hand. He kept pulling the trigger and fired bullets, forming a barrage of bullets to suppress Jhin flying in the air.

The ordinary pistol has unparalleled penetration and attack power in his hands, and the domineering and dark armed color covering it makes Jhin miserable.

(End of this chapter)