I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 14 014. Plan OK!

".Hehe, what I said, can you spare my life?"

"What I have in my hand is a scalpel. What is it for? It's for surgery. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll remove your testicles."

The man swallowed his saliva, and an expression of extreme fear spread across his face. This kid must be a devil.

"I'm telling you, I'm the captain of the fifth squad of the Interest-Rich Society. We're a slave-catching company. My boss is the Dark World's Razorhand Jacks, and we're subordinates of the Dark World's king, the loan shark king, Du Feld."

At this point, the man stared at Moses intently, as if he suddenly gained confidence: "I'm telling you, you'd better let me go, otherwise, we'll ah ah ah ah!!!"

The scalpel in Messer's hand lightly slid across his left eye, and he could clearly feel the slightly elastic feel of the knife.

A little disgusting.

Immediately afterwards, the scalpel pierced into the Ren Zhong point in the middle of his upper lip. The intense pain penetrated his brain, making him wake up suddenly.

"Go on. Since you're part of a human trafficking gang, where do you sell the stolen goods?"

The man's right eye was bloodshot from the pain. He looked at the scalpel on his philtrum with a trembling body and said in a trembling voice:
"Ship, our slave ship is at the port. We just made a few big orders and thought we'd do a few more on the way. Then we'll go to the Sabaody Archipelago and send them back to headquarters for auction."

"How many people are there, what weapons do they have, what kind of ship is it, and when will they leave?"

"There are fifty of us. The captain is Jacks. There are five teams, each with nine people. I'm from team five. The rest are the captain, the third chef, and the navigator.

If nothing goes wrong, we will set off at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Our weapons will be knives, guns and swords, and our ship will be a large three-masted sailing ship with a black flag of the bloody razor on the mast.

Oh, and our captain is a legendary devil fruit user, he’s a blade man, very powerful.”

Messer silently watched him spout out the information, then slowly stood up, pulled out a scalpel on the way, and before he could be happy, he kicked him in the neck, causing him to hit his head on the ground and faint.

In this fight, Moses still did not kill anyone.

Looking back at the silent Bogart, Messer said calmly:
"What about the human traffickers? What a huge ship! There are so many abducted people. Does this late-coming naval captain have any thoughts?"

Bogart's mouth twitched. Who did this kid learn this weird and annoying ability from? He's so annoying. Vice Admiral Garp has never had this ability.

"I'll go find Vice Admiral Garp right now."

Mercer nodded. "That's for sure. After all, he's a Devil Fruit user, and a Blade Man at that. It's normal that Uncle Bogart can't defeat him. Grandpa is a Vice Admiral, so he should be very powerful."

This is a lie.

Of course, Moses didn't act like he knew everything.

Bogart's lips trembled with anger.

In the first half of this "paradise", as long as I don't meet those real monsters, I am not afraid of anyone. Even if that fat guy Du.Feld is here, I will not feel weak at all.

It was gone with one knife.

And this time.

"Grandpa is on vacation and must be too lazy to work. Uncle, do you want to make some extra money? Let's arrest them. There must be treasure on the slave ship. I think we can make a lot of money. That way, you can have some savings when you want to marry the female soldier of Lieutenant General Ahe in the future."

Bogart stared at Messer with a blank expression, but he had to admit, it was indeed an opportunity to make some extra money, and he was tempted. Of course, saving the innocent was the most important thing. Now that he knew about this, he couldn't just ignore it.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Moses say:
"In the end, uncle, are you capable of defeating that devil fruit user? Don't let the two of us go there and end up adding extra income to the other person, that would be ridiculous. I'm still young and don't want to be someone's slave."

Bogart laughed angrily, gazing at Messer through gritted teeth. "If you were someone as powerful as your grandfather, I'd take you away without a word. But do you think an underground bug or a loan shark's henchman is stronger than your grandfather or a vice admiral?"

Moses also laughed.

"Deal then. We'll split the money 50-50. No, 40-30. You get 4, and my grandfather and I each get 3. What do you think?"

Bogart: "Reason."

"I lured these people out, I took care of them, and I tortured them to get the information. I'll have to join the battle soon and try to protect the victims. Is 30% not too much?"

Bogart nodded, motioning for Messer to continue.

"You'll be the main attacker later. You'll be responsible for dealing with Devil Fruit users and powerful slave-hunting groups. You'll do the most dangerous work, and you'll get 40%. The remaining 30% will go to Vice Admiral Garp as a safeguard for the two of us. If that loan shark king comes looking for trouble in the future, let me handle it."

"how?"

Bogart glanced at Messer with a complicated expression, seeing that he had considered everything. "He's a smart kid, sure."

Messi smiled happily and immediately gave Bogart a small portion of the Bailey he had just looted.

"This is your 40%. Since you've joined, this preliminary battle will be your share."

Bogart looked at Messer intently and said with a wry smile, "You are quite particular, little brat."

"Brothers should settle accounts clearly. We agreed on the profit sharing ratio and we will stick to it."

Bogart took it.

Glancing at the human traffickers who were still groaning, Bogart walked over and kicked each of them. With the sound of bones cracking, they all fainted.

"Oh, I have contributed a lot, so it's not for nothing."

Messer's eyes widened slightly, with an expression that showed he had learned something.

Bogart's old face turned slightly red.

The two of them immediately left the alley and headed straight for the port.

……

port.

Even if it's dark.

It is still a bustling scene with people coming and going.

Both of them possessed the domineering power of Observation Haki, and their perception range was wide. The port, which was not very large in size, was included in their perception in just a few breaths.

There must be a lot of living creatures on the human traffickers' ship, so the two of them went over there quietly.

Pick the ones with more scent.

Although the port is not very large, it is a tourist destination with a large number of ships, so it is not easy to find it in a short time.

Walking halfway.

Mercer asked, "By the way, I heard that some people with Observation Haki can sense the emotions of living things, such as fear. Uncle, can you do that?"

Bogart was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, his face darkening. "That's a very rare trait, very few people can awaken it, so I can't."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in retaliation, Bogart said calmly: "What about you? Can you sense emotions?"

Moses was helpless.

He rolled his eyes at Bogart, as if he were a fool.

"If I could sense it, would I still be asking you? I would be taking you straight to the slave ship right now."

I searched for each ship one by one. Because I knew the ship's appearance, after more than ten minutes, I found a three-masted sailboat in a secluded corner, with the black flag of the Bloody Razor, and a mixed atmosphere on board.

At this moment, the two knew that this was the goal.

Bogatti pulled Mercer's hand, and the two of them crossed the slave ship and glanced calmly at the sailors on the opposite deck who were eating meat, chatting and shouting strangely.

After a few minutes, I walked to a corner.

Mercer looked up at Bogart and said, "Why don't you take out your sword and just rush over and chop them all down in a few swipes?"

Bogart sighed. "I don't know what the victims are like inside right now. If I go there rashly, what if they threaten me with hostages?"

"Why don't you just rush in and chop down two of them, then yell, 'I'm a pirate, hand over your treasure and I'll spare your life!' Who would threaten a pirate with hostages?"

Bogart sighed. "It's best to be prepared for the worst. I'm in the Navy. I can't just stand by and watch someone die. If that happens, even though I'm confident, no one can guarantee there won't be any accidents."

"Then what do you want to do?" Moses was speechless and said unhappily, "How about I go up and walk into their trap, have them throw me into the slave cell, and then use my Observation Haki to sense you and give you a heads-up. I can also protect the hostages, leaving you with absolutely no worries?"

Bogart's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked Messer up and down. He was fair and cute, and most importantly, he was small, only about one meter tall. No one would be on guard against such a little kid.

Mercer was frightened by Bogart's gaze and said speechlessly: "Aba Aba, you can't."

With a "snap", Bogart slapped Messier's shoulders with both hands. Messier grimaced in pain. Bogart said excitedly: "Messer, you are indeed a genius. Uncle was right about you. This method is great."

"I have reason to believe you're seeking personal revenge. There are Devil Fruit users on that ship. While I sympathize with the victims, I don't want to risk my life saving a stranger."

Bogart sighed. "I know this will put you at considerable risk, but I promise you, if you are in danger, I will definitely rescue you immediately. Your safety comes first. Trust me."

Mercer looked at Bogart's determined eyes and sighed, "I'm convinced. I promise you."

Shaking his shoulders, he shook off Bogart's hand, rubbed his face vigorously, took a deep breath, and relaxed his whole body.

He took off his shoulder bag and handed it to Bogart, then ran out skipping and jumping like a normal little boy of his age.

Bogart was stunned, his mouth twitching, and after a few seconds he said, "This kid is quite capable."

learned.

……

Looking at the sailors on the boat, who were laughing and cursing, Messer made a trumpet shape with his hands and said, "Hey! Hey, uncles, is this a passenger ship?"

The people on the boat heard the sound. One of them walked to the railing and looked under the boat. He saw Messer below and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Kid, where is your master?"

Mercer's eyes became misty with tears: "Wow, my uncle was killed by pirates. I finally escaped. Now I just want to go back to Water City. I have money. Can you take me there?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of Baileys from his pocket. These were the ones he had just seized. He said aggrievedly, "This is all I have. Is it enough? If not, I'll ask my grandfather to fill it up for you when I get home."

As if afraid that they would not believe him, Moses hurriedly said, "My master is very powerful. He is a high-ranking official. Please, please."

The people on the boat looked at each other in bewilderment, but they would not let go of the fat sheep they had caught. Of course, it was also because this place was remote enough and there was no one around.

One of them immediately laughed and said, "Poor little fellow, okay, uncle promises you."

After lowering the rope ladder, the man got off the boat, rubbed Moses' head, held Moses around his waist, and quickly climbed onto the deck.

As soon as he reached the deck, Mercer noticed that these people began to look around secretly. Ten seconds later, the man who carried Mercer aboard said with a smile, "It's so late, little one must be tired. Uncle will take you to rest. We will reach the Water City at noon tomorrow."

As he said this, he calmly took Bailey from Messer's hand, shook it, and said with a smile:

"Little guy, this little money is not enough for the boat ticket. Remember to ask your grandfather to make up the fare for us when the time comes."

"okay!"

Greedy guy.

As the others envied him, the man put Bailey in his pocket and pulled Moses into the cabin.

It's just a little kid, no one will come to check it out.

Being pulled along, Mercer looked at the layout of the ship curiously. It was ordinary. Walking along the corridor, he asked, "Uncle, when are we leaving?"

"Uncle?"

The man ignored Messer and just walked forward. At the end of the corridor, near the stern, a staircase leading to the next floor appeared.

"Uncle?" Mercer called again.

At the stairs, the man frowned, lowered his eyes and looked at Messer, and shouted, "Shut up! If you keep whining, I'll kill you."

Moses pretended to be horrified: "You, you are a bad guy."

Then he saw that the man's eyes became more ferocious. Moses suddenly closed his mouth, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his body shrank a little.

The man raised his lips and walked downstairs carrying Messer. After more than ten seconds, he pushed open an iron door and a spacious cabin dungeon appeared.

There is an aisle in the middle, with square cages on both sides. The iron bars look extremely strong.

There are more or less "cargoes" in each cage, mostly children and women, and some strange races.

At this moment, there were three guards in the dungeon, one fat and two thin. The fat man saw the newcomer and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Ciri, it shouldn't be your second team going out to scout for prey today, right?"

Xili let out a strange smile: "A silly roe deer, a fat sheep, bumped into me by itself."

The fat man licked his lips and laughed strangely at the fair and clean Messer.

Ciri frowned, glanced at the trembling Mercer, and said to the fat man with a cold expression:

"This is top-quality merchandise. Zhu Jie, don't be stupid. If you break it and the boss finds out, he might skin you alive."

Zhu Jie shuddered as if he had thought of something, and said with a wry smile, "I understand, I understand. Just take a look, just take a look."

Ciri nodded, picked up the keychain on the table, glanced around the cells, and after a few seconds, pulled Messer to the door of a cell in the corner that contained only three people.

Messer looked at the three people inside. They were three girls, all of whom looked dusty and had different hair colors: one with black hair, one with green hair, and one with orange hair. They were all around ten years old.

Seeing Ciri coming over, the black-haired little girl inside opened her arms, protected the other two little girls behind her, and stepped back, like a mother bird with its feathers standing on end.

Opening the cell, Ciri lifted Messer's arm and threw him inside. He said coldly, "You sleep here tonight. You can get out in two days. Behave yourself."

Messer was thrown hard into the arms of the little black-haired girl, knocking down the three of them.

Accompanied by several cries of pain.

Ciri sneered, locked the door, dropped the key as she passed through the doorway, and walked out of the dungeon with a "clatter".

Seeing the person walking away, Zhu Jie angrily slammed the door and spat, "What a thing, a dog relying on the power of others."

The other two thin guards smiled bitterly and said:
"After all, my cousin is the boss."

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