I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Kaka!

The blue-gray masonry made a sound of shattering, and Sith's aura became more and more powerful. He was like a tyrannosaurus that had just woken up from sleep, with a fierce aura, like a green blade unsheathed.

Small gravels rose into the air in a trembling motion, and the whole place seemed to be vacuumed by the Sith.

With one hand on the teacup, Sith suddenly smiled again, sending chills down one's spine, biting to the bone.

"I am a generous person. Likewise, I am also a conscientious person. I will try my best to do what I should do well. If you cannot create enough value for me, you say, Why should I protect you? The navy catches wanted criminals, and the wanted criminals are caught by the navy. Isn't this a natural and right thing? Yao Ying, I have plenty of patience."

At this time, Sith had only one sentence: Those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish. If they don't obey, they will fight. Beat them until they surrender. The terms can be negotiated, but they have to agree to his affairs.

"Tell me something, Rob Luqi. Are you going to follow me, or openly resist the law? The seven lives of this CP9 are all in your hands."

"Are you threatening me?" Rob Luqi glanced at Sith with a cannibalistic gaze.

Snapped!

Touching the case with his right hand, he smashed the bone china teacup and the round table into pieces. Darkness surged behind him, like a turbulent river.

"What you said is correct. I'm just threatening you. What can you do to me? After all, you are also a person who has been on Judiciary Island. Don't be so naive. My meaning should be obvious."

Rob Luqi frowned and resisted rolling his eyes.

can not tell? Why can't you see it?

CP9 used to be the ace spy of the World Government. His job was to observe people's emotions and collect intelligence. Beating people could be considered a side job. How could he not see the sinister intentions of the Sith?

Even if he couldn't tell, he wouldn't be that stupid. Life on Judiciary Island was a life of intrigue, and the principle of winner-take-all was almost engraved in their bones.

Since the Sith can defeat them effortlessly, he can also tear them apart effortlessly. One side is too strong and the other is too poor. This is not a fair negotiation from the beginning.

But why does he still mention Tianlong people and CP9?

Isn’t this a fixed routine for negotiation?

Promote yourself, find more buyers, constantly brag about how good and popular you are, and then take the opportunity to raise the price. Isn’t that what everyone does?

This man doesn't play by the rules. How can he negotiate like this? Lifting the table at every turn, what kind of negotiation is this?

Rob Luqi was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't beat the Sith. The world was like this, whoever had the bigger fist was the master.

He was already prepared to lower the price and be driven into the dirt. Their CP9, which was once the strongest intelligence agency independent of the navy and under the jurisdiction of the World Government, would be sold by him at a low price today.

resignedly.

With veins popping out on his forehead, Rob Luqi couldn't help but say harsh words.

"You are forcing us like this, aren't you afraid that we will betray you?"

"betray?"

Sith shook his head, with disdain and contempt on his face.

"Of course, if you are confident enough in your own strength, but you must kill me, otherwise, I will definitely crush the traitor to ashes."

The Sith's voice sounded like it was coming from the depths of hell, and the whole place was silenced.

"call!"

Rob Luqi took a long breath, looked to the left and right, intertwined with the eyes of Kalifa, Kaku and others, and shrugged. Do they still have a choice?

Who are you working for instead of fighting? Isn't it just a matter of making do with it, and how can it be possible to defeat the enemy? They didn’t know whether the net would break in the end, and the fish would definitely die anyway.

After a brief exchange of glances, several people stood up, including Kaku and Gabra, who were still bandaging their wounds. They faced Sith and bowed slightly.

"From now on, our lives will be in your hands, Mr. Prosecutor."

"Of course, I won't let you down."

Sith stroked his hands and smiled softly. His wings had been knitted into less than half. Although they were twisted melons, they still had something to eat, right?

When his wings are full and Kunpeng flaps his wings, he will make the Four Emperors bleed and let the entire new world celebrate his birth.

……

The sky was getting dark, and the rain in Spring City had not stopped. When he came, Sis came alone, but when he left, he was not alone. The team had grown much larger, and all that was left was Sis' gradually shriveled wallet. This bad old man was very bad. He even counted Rob Luqi's hospitalization expenses on his head. Before he even joined the job, he spent a large sum of money on settling-in expenses.

He has put up with this. Now that he has brought in a number of high-level talents, how can he not get some benefits?

It was drizzling, and Sith was holding a black umbrella. He was in great spirits and turned to draw a pie towards a few people.

"Tomorrow I will call General Sakaski to arrange for you to join the army. If you follow me, you will have a bright future..."

Rob Luqi and others were a little uninterested and almost rolled their eyes.

The entire CP9 has been sold at a low price. You still want a future. The future marshal of the navy, no, will it be your turn to be the commander-in-chief of the armed forces?

That is to say, Sith doesn't know what they are thinking, otherwise he might burst into laughter. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

But at this moment, there was a burst of intensive footsteps, rain splashed, and someone surrounded them. Their heels clicked rhythmically. They were not a mob, but a group of regular soldiers who had gone through hard training.

"Who?"

Rob Luqi and the others stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at the back of Sith without even blinking, with a hint of vigilance on their faces.

"What is going on? Can you give us an explanation? Lord Sith."

The last few words were clenched tightly. Although they didn't quite think that this was a Sith person, they were careful. They couldn't guess what the man in front of them was thinking.

Sith's face also darkened, and he turned his head and gave them a sideways glance. This was because he didn't take his face seriously, so he boasted to the newly recruited subordinates to help them get rid of their crimes, and now someone surrounded them. , where should he put his face?

"They are not my people. I don't need help from others to kill you. It's enough for me alone."

Shaking their eyelids, Rob Luqi and others felt even more heartbroken. This was not as good as the Sith's immediate confession that this was his person, which was at least a recognition of their strength.

He looked over with cold eyes, and his aura was like a miserable wind and rain.

"I am the senior prosecutor of Judiciary Island, Rear Admiral Sis. Who do you belong to?"

A man in a black suit walked out of the rain. He was slightly taller and wore a black bowler hat. He raised his head and met Sith's eyes.

"We are members of CP5. Under the order of Lord Spangdyne, we are here to recover the defective products of CP9."