Pirates Never Work Overtime

Chapter 283

In this sea, intelligence is very important, very important.

Every powerful force has its own exclusive intelligence system, such as the Information and Intelligence Department of the Navy Headquarters, the World Government's spy organization CP0-9, the fifth ship of the Blackbeard Pirates, the migratory bird reporter of the World Economic News Agency, and so on.

In the new world, mastering intelligence is equivalent to mastering half of the victory of a war.

In this regard, the World Economic News Agency is the most special one. This semi-public intelligence organization founded by the king of the underground world, Morgans, is relatively reliable in news matters. Dare to expose any incident.

What?Why don't you say that Morgans didn't manipulate news content to make money or please the powerful?

That's because the major forces who know the truth don't care about these things at all except the world government, and what if the people who don't know what to do know, what can really affect is nothing more than a group of newcomers at sea, pirates, and hot-blooded justice. That's all.

And how much impact can they bring to the world?

This is a microcosm of the cruel reality in this sea.

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Today, the sky is clear and the wind direction is stable, so it is advisable to travel.

After Gnar threw a large amount of dividends to Moores, and took away Xiong Er in the name of dividends, if he was not afraid that Morse would kill him, he would even take the green bull away. After all, what he was going to do next was to go to the territory of the two four emperors, and he was really worried without two powerful thugs.

After Moers collected enough so-called debts and fines, Akainu had no way to ground him in the G1 fortress, so Moers could go out again.

This year's retirement has turned Moers, a model worker who has always yearned for never working overtime, to a life of freedom at sea. He hasn't smelled freedom for a long time.

It's just that when he heard the little Radar Pole of the navy talk about the wind direction and taboos with a record pointer in a serious manner, he couldn't help but want to beat him up. If it wasn't for this bastard who suddenly fell to the ground a year ago, I won't be unlucky enough to face hard steel with Kaido and his group, and end up being grounded in the end.

"That's enough, you can shut up quickly! If your sailing knowledge hasn't improved by leaps and bounds like your strength this year, then you are ready to go to the sea to feed the fish!"

"???"

Bohr looked at Moores with a question mark on his face, why did he go to feed the fish again? The one-year grounded life of love still hasn't changed General Moers' bad taste of letting people feed the fish every now and then.

But I have to say that today's new world is really calm, with a sea breeze mixed with a sense of freedom, which makes people feel cheerful. It would be even better if there is no unreliable Bohr.

"Brother Luniu, Brother Kongming, I will leave the next matter for the navy to you. This time I am..." Before Moers finished speaking, he found that the two elders were already waving their hands, and they were facing the office building. Orientation returns as if sending him off was nothing more than routine.

"..."

"Woohoo...it's the wind! Uncle Weissman, it would be nice to bring two bottles of cold beer and side dishes in such a fine weather!"

With the slow start of the White Snake, on the deck of the bow area, Moers lay on his deck chair again, basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze, and couldn't help but want to have two bottles of cold beer to celebrate.

Bohr also expressed a lot of emotion: "Time flies so fast! General Moers, a year has passed in the blink of an eye."

Moers glared at him unhappily and said: "Bastard, where do you get so much emotion, it seems that I am the only one who has been grounded this year! You, brother Green Bull, and old man Garp have been grounded this year! But I didn’t go out much.”

"Eh! Is that so? Why didn't I feel that I had gone out?" Bohr, who was leaning on the bow of the ship and playing with the record pointer in his hand, subconsciously refuted when he heard the words, but he felt as soon as he spoke. I feel cold all over.

Then look at Moers looking at himself with a murderous look, and suddenly turn around to look at the sea, as if observing the course.

Moores shook his head when he saw this. Ever since Bohr started hanging out with Garp, he has become less and less of a navy. How difficult it is!

"So, where is the first stop? My Mr. General." After a while, Bohr put away his beloved record pointer, folded his arms and asked frivolously.

In his eyes, there is no place in the New World that General Moores can't go to, even the headquarters of the Four Emperor Pirates is no exception.

Moers was taken aback for a moment, suddenly thought of something interesting, casually took out a somewhat worn-out nautical chart from behind, and unfolded it carefully.

"The first stop... let's go to this mysterious ancient island first!" Moers said and handed the dilapidated nautical chart in his hand to Gnar: "According to that fat man Gnar, there will be some interesting things in this place recently." things happen."

Bohr subconsciously took the chart, with some doubts on his face: "General Moers, you mean...?"

"Well, that's right, it's the mysterious ancient island. It is said that there is a 'Fantasy Island' that allows people to fulfill their dreams."

Moers raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I don't know if it's true. Anyway, Gnar said all of this, and even this nautical chart was provided by him, so I will work hard on you next, If we miss the time to open the island in the end, you should know what will happen!"

Boer frowned, as if you didn't believe my strength, and roared proudly: "Isn't it just an island, if I can't find the place with the nautical chart...then I'll jump into the sea by myself Go feed the fish."

What he said was very strong, but Bohr was still a little flustered in his heart. This kind of broken nautical chart that has existed for an unknown number of years is the most unreliable in the new world where new changes are made every day. The development of his fruit ability has deepened a lot in the past year, and he dare not promise anything with Moers here.

Even so, he still carefully identified it on the chart for a while, and drew a small circle heavily in a certain area with a pen.

Uncle Weissman, who had just put the beer side dishes next to Moores, also came over to look at the chart at this time, and then said with a hearty smile: "'Neverland' is a good place, if you are really sure To go there, we need to speed up now! Calculate the time, if everything goes well, we may be able to catch up with the first wave of admission opportunities to open the island."

"Uncle Weissman, what do you mean by that?" Hearing this, Boer felt a little bit of something bad for no reason, as if he had been tricked by General Moores again.

"Hmm! It looks like there are less than ten days left before the date of opening the island. If we have a smooth journey, we should barely be able to reach this distance."

"Uncle Weissman, why are you so clear?" Even Moores was a little curious this time, how could a navy chef know such a secret thing.

"Ah! Don't you know, this 'Fantasy Island' was on the front page of the world economic news report more than 10 years ago! I was a sea chef pursuing my dream at the time, but I temporarily joined a very powerful sea chef. Thieves, went searching hard!"

"Oh! Uncle Weissman, do you still have such an interesting experience?" Moers and Boer immediately forgot about Neverland when they heard this, they held beer and ate side dishes, and listened to Weissman telling his old stories. look like.

"..." Seeing this, Weisman reluctantly picked up a bottle of beer and drank it while telling stories about the past.

Oh!
Excuse!
How amazing is Weissman!
Let's do one, respect our dream chef, Mr. Weissman.

Under the scorching sun, a group of excellent navy voices echoed in the uninhabited sea.

Following Bohr's command, the sailing direction and coordinates were quickly communicated, and the White Snake corrected its direction and began to accelerate sailing. At the same time, thick fog began to appear in the surrounding sea area.

Moores, who has been grounded for a year, once again started his overtime life without rest time, but this time he is voluntary.

(End of this chapter)