Pirate: I was dug out by Robin

The morning light is faint, shining through the mountains and rivers.

Dry city in the interior of Alabastan, on the edge of Al Maru, Spider-Man coffee shop.

“It’s almost time to come, but what happened this time, first the heavy rain, and then the boss who saw the dragon and couldn’t see the end of the dragon launched an all-staff summoning order, this time it is estimated that it is going to announce a big event.”

The lady of the Spider-Man coffee shop, an elegant woman wearing a white and green pirate headscarf, wiped her coffee cup and whispered to herself.

‘Ding’

The bell rings.

The door of the coffee shop opens, and a tall wooden man walks into the coffee shop with a dachshund and an old woman with heavy makeup.

“Mr4, blame you for being so bulky and pressing my old waist! Hurt…… It hurts! ”

Baroque Work Society’s senior agent, Mole Man Miss Merry Christmas Dorofie, complained.

“No… Excuse me. The tall Mr.4 Beb suddenly looked embarrassed and apologized in a low voice.

“Ohhahahaha”

Exaggerated laughter sounded, and a beautiful girl in a lemon-patterned dress entered with an umbrella.

Behind her, a black-skinned man with an explosive head was grim… Pick your nostrils.

“Hurry up and get out of the way for the slave family, pompous women and booger men, don’t get in the way of the slave family.”

The baroque high-ranking agent, the shemale von Kray codenamed Mr2, stepped on the ballet steps and came in circles.

“Oh, oh, Mr2, your dance is still as disgusting as ever.” A thin bamboo pole man with a big 3-figure hairstyle on his head elegantly held a cup of black tea and made a sarcastic voice.

Beside him, followed by a little loli who looked about ten years old, carrying a drawing board and some paint on her back.

Although her appearance is Lori, her ability to appear here already represents her identity.

She is also one of the high-ranking agents of the Baroque, codenamed Miss Golden Week, a natural superpower whose real name is Marianne.

“What do you say? Mr3, the slave family’s circle dance is the most beautiful dance step in the world. Von Kray retorted loudly, arguing with it.

“Okay, okay, don’t argue, I want to ask you what you think about yesterday’s rain.” Pola, the coffee shop owner, mediated in the center.

One problem is the silence of the noisy senior agents in the coffee shop.

To be honest, when they saw the sudden heavy rain yesterday scattered all over Alabastan all over Alabastan, their expressions were the same confused.

After all, that’s the plan they’ve been preparing for three years!

It was clear that it would take a few more months to start harvesting, but as a result, a rain came, and all their efforts for three years were in vain.

Who can stand this!

Without this call, these high-ranking agents themselves would have gathered to put pressure on the boss who had never even met.

“When I get to the place, I’ll ask the so-called boss, what is going on?”

The old woman of the mole-man, Dorofie, spoke the thoughts of the senior agents present.

‘When’

Just then, the bell struck at eight o’clock in the morning.

At the same time, a grim-looking tall man with a green skin head appeared.

The last senior agent of the Baroque Work Society, Mr1 Dazponis, who used to be a bounty hunter in the West Sea, arrived on time.

‘Snap’

Pola, the coffee shop owner, clapped her hands, took off her eyes, flicked her hair, and spoke: “Binch is in place, now let’s go to that dream city, the man we have not yet met and called him the boss is still waiting for us.” ”

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There was still about a quarter of an hour until eight o’clock in the evening.

Alabastan’s dream city rainland, a crowd of people, is not lively.

Especially the huge pyramid casino rain feast that belongs to the Seven Warriors Sea Klockdar in the center.

It’s just that what people don’t know is that from today onwards, this huge gold cave has the surname Luo.

The pyramid has a basement chamber.

The eyes of the half-tall live video telephone worm projected an image of a group of high-ranking Baroque agents eating and drinking at the conference table outside.

“What do you think?” Rollin spoke.

The question was naturally Klockdar, who was tied to the stone chair of the sea tower, and had all the feelings that the organization he had worked so hard to run would have for others.

“Hmph”

Klockdar, who had woken up from his coma, snorted coldly, his face ugly.

He was naturally able to guess the deep meaning of Luo Lin’s words.

This was originally the means he intended to use on the royal family of Alabastan, that is, King Kobra.

However, because of Rollin’s appearance, everything has changed.

Stealing chickens is not a loss of rice.

He didn’t have time to implement his plan, but he suffered first.

“President, it’s almost time.”

Secretary Robin, who was in a bun, wearing a professional short skirt, high heels, knee-length black silk, and long legs, appeared at the door of the secret room, pushed his glasses, and was a professional reminder and a full secretary style.

Robin’s performance was so dedicated, Klockdahl on the side couldn’t help but jump his eyelids wildly, thinking that this stinky woman had never been so respectful to herself.

Although he didn’t care in the past, at this moment, when he compares, his heart will inevitably be unbalanced.

Plus thinking about what you’re going to witness next….

‘Poof’

Klockdar’s eyes were black, and the old wounds in his body attacked, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

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