People are pirates, start with a Nika fruit

The host took Porusalino and the two siblings out of the foam pod, found an unattended ship, and sailed directly towards the Shampoo Islands.

After boarding the boat, the atmosphere gradually became depressing.

Porusalino sat on the side of the boat, his expression sometimes gloomy and sometimes ferocious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two siblings were also sitting in the corner of the deck. The elder sister kept whispering to comfort her younger brother.

The three of them had just escaped from the dark cell. The joy of surviving the disaster and the confusion about the future were intertwined, and they were a little overwhelmed.

"Ugh--"

The host's face wrinkled up, and he sighed softly. He didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the cabin, and took out two phone bugs, one white and one black, one of which was specially used for encryption. , to prevent the call content from being eavesdropped.

They are a group of intelligence agents who live in the shadows, and their identities must be kept completely confidential. Once discovered, many things will no longer be able to be explored.

Just like last time, in order to protect Faith, the rich man's identity was exposed, and now he can only move around in the new world.

And this time in order to escape, his identity was also exposed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. After a while, he adjusted his mood and dialed the phone number.

……

Half an hour later, the host walked out of the cabin and sat next to Porusalino.

He took out a freshly opened pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his coat, put one in his mouth, and then reached out and handed one to Porusalino.

"Brother, have one!"

He waved his hand, signaling Porusalino to continue.

"I don't smoke, brother host." Porusalino shook his head with a wry smile, feeling that his mind was in chaos and he didn't know what to do.

"Come on, have one. Cigarettes are a good thing and can make you forget many worries."

There was some indescribable emotion in the host's tone. He turned the cigarette around and stuffed the cigarette butt into Porusalino's mouth. He blocked the wind with his hand, took out a lighter and lit it for himself, and then for Porusalino. Light.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked a little intoxicated. After a while, he continued:

"When I first became a spy, I was under a lot of psychological pressure. I was like a rat in the sewer, hiding around for fear that I would be discovered by the guys from the CP organization."

"So I got hooked on smoking. Every time I had to go on a mission and get information, I would smoke one."

The host's eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering the years when he first entered the industry, and his face was full of reminiscences, "I am just a little person. I am scared, fearful, cowardly, and I will find ways to escape."

"Later I failed and started to become a small boss. I had a group of people following me. I couldn't show my nervousness. That would make them even more scared."

"You also know that we are against the world government."

"Not everyone has the strength to kill in the Holy Land Mariejoia like Vice Captain Faith. Most of the brothers are ordinary people. They will be injured, bleed, and die if they are shot."

"But there are some things that must be done. If I don't do it, who will do it? Who dares to go to Marinevando to find out information? Who dares to go to Mariejoia to steal information about the Dracos?"

He no longer had the cheerful look, his tone was low, he reached out to flick the cigarette ashes, turned to look at Porusalino and asked: "What about you? What do you want?"

"call--"

Porusalino kept looking at him blankly. When he heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of cigarette, and then coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

After a while, he wiped the tears and snot from his eyes, held his forehead with one hand, and said with some pain: "I don't know either!"

"At first I thought that after staying at home for a few years, I would go to a nearby naval base to participate in the military recruitment, then work as a junior officer, clock out on time every day, and live a carefree life."

"But the appearance of those people disrupted my life."

"I don't know why it's me!"

Porusalino recalled that day when he was sitting on the doorstep eating noodles, and suddenly a group of men in suits and masks rushed over to arrest him.

At first, he used his fruit power to fight for a while, and even injured a few black suits, but then a white suit took action and directly put sea-floor stone handcuffs on himself.

It wasn't until then that he discovered that his ability to survive had lost its function. Then men in suits and masks swarmed him, severely injured him, and sent him to the Holy Land of Mariejoia.

He thought he was about to die soon, but he knew that the world government suddenly changed its attention and even branded himself with the hoofprint of the Sky Dragon, making him a slave of the Celestial Dragon.

Later, I happened to meet the woman who was choosing a slave. She heard that she was a natural fruit ability user, so she took possession of him.

Speaking of this, Porusalino shed painful tears. He was just a 16-year-old boy, how could he bear so much.

After hearing so much, the host didn't know what to say, so he patted Porusalino on the shoulder to express comfort, and finally asked slowly:

"Then you hate Vice Captain Face?"

After a while, Porusalino reached out and wiped away his tears, thought for a while, and then replied: "I can't tell if it's hate or something else."

"Because of that guy, I fell into hell, and it was he who pulled me up from hell. I hate him, but I also admire his magnanimity and magnanimity, because I know that at that time, as long as he wanted to kill me if……"

He looked back at the host and said without any emotion: "You will kill me without hesitation."

"This is..."

The host was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "That's for sure. After all, that guy is my vice-captain and also my companion."

"Companion?"

Porusalino chewed carefully for a moment, and finally his eyes slowly became firm and he said: "I have decided!"

"I want to join you! Until one day, I will have the power to defeat that guy. Then I will give him a good beating and vent my anger!"

After all, he has a young mind, and sorrow comes and goes quickly, and he came out of the haze in a short time.

"Hahaha!" When the host heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Finally, under Porusalino's murderous eyes, he sneered: "Then you have to work hard, after all, Vice Captain Fes , but he’s only one year older than you!”

The ship kept moving forward and soon arrived at Area 13 of the Shampoo Islands.

The host took Porusalino and the two siblings off the boat and came to a small wooden house with a sign "Xia Qi's rip-off BAR" hanging above it.

"Here we are, this is the shop owned by my former eldest sister. I often come here to patronize the business. Although she likes to rip off people, she is a very nice person!"

As he pushed the door open, he smiled and turned around to introduce the three people behind him. Then he turned around and saw more than ten figures staring at him. He broke out in cold sweat and murmured: "What the hell?" Yes, why are the Roger Pirates here!"