Great Voyage: I, The Strongest Marine Hunter

Wait until the two of them leave.

On the street not far from the pier, there was a lean man with a sneer on his face.

He took out a stack of reward orders from his pocket.

Shanks' reward order was quickly found among the pile of reward orders.

"Sure enough, I remembered correctly."

"The red-haired young man is called Shanks, and he was once an intern on the ship of Pirate King Roger.

"As for the other young swordsman, there seems to be no reward for him.

Continue to read the reward notice.

But even if they searched all the pirates in West Blue, they could not find the photo of the young swordsman.

"Since there is no reward, he should not be a pirate recorded by West Blue."

"But judging from his outfit, he should be a swordsman, and his identity seems a bit mysterious."

"So does it mean..." 453

"Is this guy the Marine hunter? One of the survivors of Ohara?"

Such speculation appeared in the lean man's mind.

immediately.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he said as if muttering to himself:

"If this guy is really a Marine hunter, then he can definitely be exchanged for a lot of bounties."

"It seems that we need to inform the boss immediately that a big prey has come this time."

"And not just the boss, everyone else will be very excited too!"

"Uh huh huh~"

The words fell.

He took out a communication phone bug from his pocket and dialed the doctor directly.

Porlu~Porlu(bdbg)~

quickly.

The other end of the phone was answered.

"Hello!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very hoarse, and it sounded like a man's voice.

"mr.0!"

"President!"

“There is something important to report.

The lean man hid in the alley mysteriously and then reported in a low voice.

"important things?"

"What's up?"

"Say it."

The president seemed a little impatient.

"President!"

"Have you heard about the West Blue Marine hunter?"

"Is such that...."

Grand Line.

Alabasta.

Yuyan Casino, in the basement.

A dark light loomed in it, and a figure was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"okay."

"knew."

"This guy must be our prey."

Click~

As his voice fell, he hung up the phone directly.

The person appears to be a black-haired man.

The man had a slicked back hair, a long horizontal scar on his face, an earring on his right ear, and a cigar in his mouth, with smoke coming out from both sides of his mouth from time to time.

Wearing a black fur coat and an orange plaid long-sleeved shirt underneath, his outfit has the style of a mafia.

The most peculiar thing is.

His left hand is a golden hook. Apparently his left hand has been cut off by someone.

Yes good.

This man is none other than the man known as the "King of the Desert," Sir Crocodile.

Today, he is only 24 years old and is the president of Baroque Working Society. The president's code name is: m.0.

He is also one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea today and is a member of the World government.

"Guhahahahahahahaha~"

"Ohara's Marine hunter? Turns out to be a survivor of the archaeological holy land Ohara."

"I wonder if this guy can read the text of history. If he can read the text of history, then he will be of great use to me!"

"As long as I can read the historical text, I can know the whereabouts of the Ancient Weapon Pluton.

"Revenge against Whitebeard, and even become the new Pirate King, that must be just around the corner!"

Crocodile smiled as if talking to himself.

His goal in staying in Alabasta is to know the whereabouts of the Ancient Weapon "Pluton".