Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Today I'm going to kick your sign over.

“The person has been brought.” Thohir said and then walked down to his seat.

A man in a black overcoat rested his chin on his hands in the audience: "I don't like to mince words. Just tell me your cards, otherwise there's no point in continuing this discussion if I want to cooperate."

“Very good, then…” Number 002 walked steadily to the center of the room.

Play the role of a masked "elite agent" for five hours.

An Ran was not stingy in using these props. In fact, these props were only effective in the early stages, and it would be a waste to save them for later.

If she were strong enough, she wouldn't need to rely on Night Owl's platform.

"and many more!"

The bearded man, Boswell, slammed his hand on the table, interrupting Number 002.

"Before you give your explanation, I expect you to explain why you attacked my men. If you can't give me a satisfactory reason, well, heh heh." Boswell's smile was somewhat cruel.

"That's a good question!" Number 002 remained expressionless, because An Ran hadn't given her any facial expressions at all.

～(￣▽￣～)

It's just a layer of skin; the deeper reason lies in...

"I have two trump cards: my own strength and the power behind me."

"We hit him partly to get to this position as quickly as possible, and partly to test your average level. Even the worst gatekeeper can't be that bad, right? But now it seems that if you're not pulling strings or using back channels, you really need more external help."

“You…” Boswell clenched his fists.

Luo Wei stopped Boswell: "Don't rush."

“She hit my men!” Boswell roared.

"and then?"

Boswell gave a sly smile: "The robot isn't speaking now, is it? So all we need to do is leave a communication device here. She hit my people, so I'll just..."

"I think everyone needs to calm down," Number 002 said calmly.

"Calm down my ass, I'm going to..."

Boswell, who was roaring, suddenly noticed that Number 002 had lifted his shirt—

The flat steel plate was exposed.

But that's not the point. The point is that the steel plate was opened, revealing a disc-shaped object surrounded by rings.

The meaning is unclear.

Boswell sneered, "I thought you were going to use your body to seduce me, but it turns out you just..."

Luo Wei helped Boswell again.

Hey!

Lao Tzu has already left several sentences unsaid.

Having already recognized it as a natural disaster fire rain bomb, Luo Wei quickly whispered a reminder to Boswell.

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone calmed down, and Boswell sat down decisively.

I won't stoop to your level, you mere robot.

Normal conversation became possible, but in the time that followed, Boswell looked at Thohir and Marjorie with very unfriendly eyes.

"Could you please remove those people hiding outside before we begin the formal dialogue?" Number 002 asked.

"Ok?"

"The three men at the door are all carrying miniature cannons. There are twelve more people hidden around the outer edge of this room. There are four windows in the ceiling that can be opened at any time. One of the men hiding in the back is pulling out his pants. Oh, and there are three strangers too."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Luo Wei waved his hand: "No problem."

With the natural disaster fire and rain bombs already out, he wasn't surprised at all what An Ran could possibly do next. While the bomb's power wasn't exactly exaggerated, its small size and portability made it extremely difficult for the Imperial military to control, and it wasn't something that could be obtained casually.

Number 002 pulled his clothes back up to prevent the spread of bad influence: "Our cooperation will benefit you in two ways: a stable source of weapons and a stable source of intelligence. I think that speaks volumes. Aren't these exactly what you're lacking right now?"

A blond pirate shook his head: "It sounds wonderful, but even if you really are from Night Owl, how can you transport weapons here under the Empire's blockade? As for intelligence, I don't deny the strength of Night Owl's intelligence organization, but this is Nagoria."

"The weapons don't need to be transported over."

"Can you conjure it out of thin air?"

“It’s impossible to conjure something out of thin air, but making it isn’t a problem.” Number 002 stared intently at the golden retriever, preventing him from interrupting for a moment. “Everything here now was made by my own hands, including this bomb inside my stomach.”

What?

The audience was immediately shocked. A mechanic who could create the Cataclysmic Fire Rain Bomb?

"This is something that can be easily verified; you have absolutely no doubt about it. Intelligence is far more important than weapons. Do you really think that even if you all united as one, you would have any hope of winning a direct confrontation with Vesa?"

Boswell chuckled: "Of course, no problem."

"Are you serious?" Number 002's emotionless gaze now seemed to be looking at a fool.

projection.

A 3D model of the Imperial Standard Frigate appeared in the air, and then Anran pulled out an even larger model, finally revealing a spaceship that was only 1/3 the length of the original.

"So, Commander Boswell, how are you going to take down this nearly kilometer-long warship, the Visayas?"

"..."

"How many spaceships would you need to deploy one of these frigates?"

How many spaceships do you yourself have?

Hey!

"You're just a mouthpiece sent by Visa to try and get me to surrender. Tell him to come and take it himself if he dares."

"Heh." Number 002 sneered, "If I wanted to kill you all, I would have detonated this bomb long ago."

With one shot, Anran was certain she would reach at least level 63.

Ok?

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt a spark.

No sooner said than done, so Number 002 pulled open her clothes again...

“Wait! Continue.” Boswell sat down with a thud.

Number 002 silently pulled up her clothes. This was her trump card. She planned to cooperate with the Federation first. If she really couldn't hold on, she would drop a bomb and run away. Even if she lost the faction war, she would still make a huge profit.

"A direct confrontation won't work. The only way to win is to make full use of intelligence, strike Visa's rear, and force them to choose to engage in a landing operation with us."

"It's unrealistic to attack the rear."

"Then we'll need to use outsiders."

“Stranger? Impossible, absolutely impossible!” Boswell reappeared.

Can you please say less? We don't want to see that bomb again!

"While you were rambling on, Vesa had already sent many outsiders to the nearby settlements. A clandestine organization not only issued assassination missions against you on the Assassin's Ladder, but also has many people lurking in this base. Thohir and Marjorie should know this all too well."

The two nodded.

"Although I don't know the name of that organization right now, I do know the location of one of its branches. Besides that, I have more intelligence, but I'll tell you after we officially start cooperating."

This is thanks to the faction forums.

Peeping through walls is indeed a very interesting thing.

Luo Wei nodded: "That makes sense. As long as you can verify your identity and the accuracy of your information, we can cooperate."

The others nodded in agreement.

"This is very simple."

Now it's Nadia's turn to appear, even though he only shows his face and doesn't say a word!

As the character who appears most frequently, Night Owl once again received his "meal" in the Pirate Alliance's meeting room, with the already conquered Blue Forest mining area in the background, the special blue crystal ore serving as strong evidence.

“Nadia, if you’ve seen the Empire’s bounty list, you should be familiar with him. He’s currently the deputy director of the Night Owl Foreign Affairs Bureau.”

Nadia nodded to the others with a serious expression.

"If you have no objections, I hope the Shadow Pirates can cooperate with me for the time being. I will spend half a day finding the hidden spies," Number 002 said calmly, turning off the call screen.

All eyes turned to Thohir.

Thohir hesitated for a moment: "I have no objection, but what about the Federation..."

"I have no objection." *5.

Things seem to have been settled.

"Is it alright if I borrow those strangers from out of town who you don't value?"

"no problem."

“Let’s begin now.” Number 002 glanced at his bracelet subconsciously. “I’ll trouble Commander Thohir to come with me.”

She turned around and calmly walked down from the high platform in the middle. Her coat swayed gently as she walked, and her boots made a clattering sound on the ground. Her petite figure had a strange magic, an invisible veil woven from the magic conveyed by her words.

As I approached the door, it opened automatically.

The guards on both sides also unconsciously retreated to the sides.

Even players watching from a distance noticed the difference.

It seems that some subtle changes are taking place.

The sound faded into the distance until the door closed again, leaving everything still somewhat unreal.

"Do you really think what she said is true?" Boswell was finally able to catch his breath.

"At least it doesn't look fake."

"What if she's a spy sent by Vesa? What if everything we just heard was fake? What if..."