Pirate Gou to the General

A new world, a certain island.

A group of hippos dressed in black formal clothes sang loudly in the river on the island. On a tree stump beside the river, a man wearing a black fur coat and combing his hair into a bun was sitting there chewing a cigar and holding a newspaper in one hand. look in.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

For a while, he let out a weird and high-pitched laugh, which made the hippos in the river roar even more vigorously. Faintly, the voices of these hippos overlapped together like Crocodile.

"Mr.1, the world is starting to go haywire."

Crocodile smiled and said: "After every world meeting, the world will be turbulent for a while, but this time is different. The sea is so turbulent now, and the world government's sphere of influence is also making trouble now. It will only give those pirates time. Moreover, the revolution The army seems to be on the move."

As for the previous news that the Chief of General Staff of the Revolutionary Army had died in battle, Crocodile did not believe it. If he had died, the World Government would not be able to use such a simple length of propaganda.

"That Jin Yang has mastered the Shichibukai, and there seems to be new trends on the side of the Four Emperors. This world is more chaotic than before." Crocodile said: "But this is also our opportunity."

Mr. 1, who had his arms folded and had a stern face, nodded and said: "But, boss, that Jin Yang once said that he invited you to become a Shichibukai. But now the rumors in the sea are that this Jin Yang Prepare to abolish all Shichibukai and then recruit again.”

Crocodile curled his lips, "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 grabbed the object directly with his big hand.

A black bat flapped in his hand.

"The government's messenger bat." Mr. 1 said solemnly.

The bat flapped its wings twice, and a sound suddenly came from its mouth.

This kind of messenger bat is not a news bird that delivers newspapers and letters, but is transmitted directly by voice.

What's inside is the sound recorded directly by Kuro.

"Hey, Crocodile, we're here for a meeting at G-3 Fortress."

Simple and straightforward.

"Has it started..."

Crocodile glanced at the messenger bat, chewed on his cigar and blew out the smoke. He stood up slowly, touched his golden hook, and said with a smile: "Let me see what you want to do, ha, Hahaha!"

……

after one day.

"Is this G-3?"

A small raft slowly approached the G-3 port. On the raft, a little girl holding an umbrella stretched out her hand in front of her forehead and looked towards the huge fortress. "Didn't I hear that Barrett destroyed G-3?" Is it gone? Why does it look so good?"

Not only was it called "complete", Perona's eyelids twitched as she looked at the cannon facility outside. The firepower was a bit too dense.

Mihawk raised his head and revealed a pair of eagle-like eyes, "After all, he is a navy, so it is normal to have this ability to act."

The raft approached, and a navy was already waiting at the port. However, before the raft could dock, Mihawk stood up and jumped up from the other side. He landed tall and straight, shaking his windbreaker as he walked.

The navy on both sides saluted at this time.

They also have to be polite towards the Shichibukai.

At the end of the port passage, Crowe was waiting there. When he saw the person coming, he pushed up his glasses and said, "Eagle Eye."

"Clo?"

Mihawk looked over and said, "Where is Kuro?"

"Mr. Crow is waiting for you over there in the conference hall." Crow said, "Please come with me."

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

"Yes, everything has been arranged." Crowe said.

The G-3 fortress is very large, and neither the navy nor the Shichibukai and their men who came for the meeting need to endure it.

When they arrived at the conference hall, Kuro was already sitting at the huge round table.

"yours."

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

The cigar box stopped in the air and slowly floated to Kuro's side.

"Yo, the box is nice."

The box alone smelled of wood. There were exquisite carvings on the box, and the carvings were engraved with gold. The box looked very nice, not to mention the contents inside.

He took the box, looked up and down, and saw a skull with crossed swords at the bottom of the box. The skull had its head lowered, and there was a word similar to 'm' in the carving of the captain's hat.

"Pirate's?" Kuro said blankly.

"What you get from a pirate, of course belongs to a pirate."

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

"good..."

He took a sip and nodded: "It tastes good."

"Of course, who am I?" Kuro said, then opened the cigar box and said, "I mean, this thing seems to be produced by pirates."

What is seized from pirates is seized from pirates, and what is produced by pirates is produced by pirates. The two are not the same.

One is to rob other people's goods, and the other is to produce and sell them yourself. It's not like pirates don't have industries in this world.

The cigar box was opened, revealing a pack of ten exquisite cigars. This cigar was different from ordinary ones. It was full of intersecting lines of gold and white.

Qrow picked one up and put it to his nose and smelled it.

"Oh? Edible gold? There's also a...how should I put it, a bit of a gushing smell, which is strange."

He is a weird old cigar, and he has studied this stuff quite deeply. He can tell whether a cigar is good or bad by just smelling it, just like an eagle's eye on wine.

Putting the cigar into his mouth, Kuro took out the lighter, and with a pop, the flames glowed, smeared on the head of the cigar, and lit it evenly.

Kuro took a sip and let it simmer in his mouth for a while. Suddenly his eyes widened and he spurted out a direct stream of steam-like gas.

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."

Kuro smacked his lips, "It's sweet but not greasy, but strangely, when I take a sip of this thing in my mouth, it stirs like steam and vibrates my mouth. It has a very strong taste."

He stared at the white lines on the cigar and touched it with his fingers, "The key is this thing, which has such strength. This is a great product. Mihawk, you can wipe out all the pirates." Now? Where is their station?"

Mihawk took the cigar box, looked at the logo on the bottom, shook his head and said: "It's not the same pirate group, it was probably stolen from someone else."

"That's strange. This kind of product should be classified as special grade. Why have I never heard of it?" Kuro said strangely.

He has smoked too many cigars. He has all the high-end products sold on the sea and the Navy's special edition, including the one Sakaski smokes. But this kind of cigar is obviously more advanced than his special edition, and he has it. Never heard of it.