Another me?
The moonlight shone through the window and reflected a faint silver glow on the floor. The sound of footsteps echoed softly in the room. It was as if two Kram were looking into a mirror in a dark room, one sitting and one standing, looking at each other with a strange smile on their faces. The scene was slightly creepy.
"You don't have to pretend to be me every time to enter this base, right?" Although he knew that the face opposite him was fake, Kram still had a faint feeling in his heart.
"This is the most convenient." Even the voice and expression were exactly the same.
Kram had never seen the other person's real face. His eyes unconsciously moved away from 'his' face and pointed to the report and transfer order on the table. "The headquarters may have noticed some problems, so they want to transfer a Captain from East Blue to me. This is the information of the Captain."
"Yarlin!" Kram, who was standing, picked up the report and opened the page. A name jumped into his pupils. His eyes moved to a half-body photo next to him. He was wearing a tall Navy uniform, and his face was cold without any expression. Especially his eyes were particularly special, like two pupils that strangely overlapped together to form a circle of strange nothingness. "East Blue, Navy Branch 153, Paramecia Devil Fruit Ability User, Devil Fruit Ability is tentatively judged to be Black Thread Manipulation …"
"This is really bad news. I will bring the news back to the president." He glanced at the report roughly, then rolled it up and tucked it into his arms to hide it.
After taking a sip of the wine, Kelum, who was sitting on the sofa, had a tyrannical look on his face. He clenched his five fingers and crushed the bottle. The wine splashed through his wide fingers. "Kill him!"
"What?"
"I said to kill this Captain Yarlin and create the illusion of a pirate attack or something else. As long as he dies, I can continue to stay in Alabasta. You don't want another strange Marine Captain."
"I will pass on your request as well."
"We have been cooperating very happily, and it will be a happy cooperation in the future. But if you change people, you may not be able to maintain this situation." Kram shook off the glass fragments in his palm. He stood up and stood in front of the fake Kram and said, "Kill! Kill! Him! "
"I'll pass on your request, including your tone and expression." Fake Krum gently pinched his broken right ear, pushed the door open, and left.
… ….
Thump thump thump thump thump …
A series of small footprints stepped on the desert, stirring up a cloud of dust behind it. It was a Kolu duck that ran very fast. It had a water bottle hanging around its neck, and it would take a sip from time to time. On its back was an army green satchel.
In the distance, behind a buried building in the desert, a human figure was waving his hand at the Kolu duck. The Kolu duck quacked twice as if it had been injected with chicken blood and dashed towards the human figure.
"Thank you for your hard work. You ran fast."
She was wearing a slender dress, and her face was covered by a silk scarf, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. She squatted down and took out a sealed letter from the bag on her body.
Opening the letter, there was a short note inside. After skimming through it twice, her breathing became slightly hurried, but she quickly regained her calm. She took out a match and lit the letter to burn it to ashes.
She stroked the feathers of the Kolu duck, took out an iron bottle filled with water and put it on the Kolu duck. Then she quickly walked towards the sand. In the distance, surrounded by the sand wall, she squatted down and groped at the foot of a wall. Then she pulled up a buried iron ring. Hooked to the iron ring was an iron plate stained with rust, revealing the hidden space below.
This was a hidden place in the Baroque studio. There were many hidden or disguised places in Alabasta.
The stairs extending down from the entrance of the underground looked like it was leading to the esophagus of a monster. The wall next to it was very rough, and the visibility was dim. Only a faint light came from the innermost part, and there was a faint voice, but it was not very clear.
The exit of the stairs turned, and a middle-aged man with strange curly hair came into sight. Circles of wavy curls fell on both sides of his shoulders, and his expression seemed a little stiff. It was not until he saw the person coming down the stairs that his expression eased.
"Mr. Eight, you're too nervous. You should be more relaxed." She took off her scarf, revealing a young and beautiful face under her smooth, aqua blue hair. Her gaze swept past Mr. 8 and looked inside. Under the dim light, there were some figures walking around. Occasionally, they would glance over, but they would quickly retract their gazes.
These were some of the intermediate agents of the Baroque studio. They came to this gathering place to receive tasks arranged by the higher-ups, or to privately inquire about and communicate some information.
"Miss Wednesday, I just acted like I was constipated. No one will suspect anything." Mr. Eight looked at her with a trace of affection in his eyes. He whispered, "I heard a rumor in the room that some time ago, a senior agent seemed to have a problem in an operation."
"What rumor?" Miss Wednesday seemed to be a little absent-minded. She was still digesting the information in the letter just now.
"The specific details of the operation are not clear, but what is certain is that Mr. 3 and Mr. 5 seem to have lost contact with each other during that operation. They have not reported back to the studio." Mr. Eight glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. He lowered his voice even more and said, "I paid attention to the rumors I heard and analyzed them together. I feel that their operation is very likely related to the dancing fans."
"Related to the dancing fans?" Miss Wednesday was stunned for a moment, and then her tone became nervous and serious. "I finally found information that may be related to the Baroque studio and the dancing fans. Can you confirm it?"
"There's a very high probability, but it's very difficult to continue investigating. Those who know some inside information are all high-level agents, and they're very tight-lipped." Mr. 8 frowned. "But I heard a name, Longshi Trading Company."
"Longshi Trading Company?"
"Yes, it seems to be a trading company established by a Donghai businessman," Mr. Eight replied.
Miss Wednesday's slender eyebrows twitched slightly, and the look in her eyes was slightly strange. "The news I just received is also related to Donghai."
However, she was only a little surprised and didn't think too much about it. She thought it was just a coincidence. After thinking for a moment, she said firmly to Mr. 8, "We have to find a way to go to the East China Sea and investigate the Longshi Trading Company. Even if there is only a little clue, the people of Alabasta are about to collapse."
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