A ferocious shadow of a ship flowed down from the entrance of the East China Sea, splashing water all over the ground. The grayish-brown hull was shaped like a shuttle, and the keel at the stern extended outwards. The end of the stern was some kind of mechanical wheel and axle device that could help the hull accelerate and turn faster. It looked like the tail of a poisonous scorpion hidden under the sea, swaying back and forth.
There were hook-shaped ripples on the surface of the water, and both sides of the ship were covered with a row of openable holes. Behind the holes were fixed iron cannons. The muzzles of the cannons were thicker and longer than normal cannons, exuding a cold and ferocious aura.
Behind the cannons stood more than a dozen crew members who were operating the cannons. They were using a moisture-proof cloth to wipe the black cannonballs. Unlike the usual solid cannonballs, there was a very thin white line in the middle of the surface of the cannonballs. It looked like two pieces of a bowl that were buckled together and glued together.
A huge criminal organization, especially one as notorious as Baroque's Workshop, would not simply have a few assassins and spies. They had already extended their tentacles into various areas of the underworld, especially when it came to arms and intelligence, which were related to their main business. They had an industry and power that could not be underestimated.
At the stern of the ship, there were a few fierce-looking people walking around. These were the assassins of Baroque's Studio. Mr. 8 and Miss Wednesday were among them. They had taken the initiative to transfer into this mission through some of the connections and operations they had accumulated in the organization. It was a sniping operation aimed at the East China Sea.
"Who is that man? I've never heard of him in the workshop." Miss Wednesday's gaze was faintly discernible as she looked at the tall man leaning against the mast. He was more than three meters tall, and his whole body was covered with terrifying wart-like muscles. His golden hair was like a lion's mane that almost reached his heels.
Such a unique appearance, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura, as if hot steam was coming out of his nose … If he was a member of Baroque's Workshop, Miss Wednesday would have heard of him.
"He should be the mercenaries outside of Baroque's Workshop. They are all villains who kill without batting an eyelid. As long as they are paid enough, I heard that they will accept any job." Mr. Eight whispered in Miss Wednesday's ear, "These mercenaries are purely employed by the studio. You can say that there is some relationship between them and the studio, but you can also say that there is no relationship at all."
As he said this, the crew replaced the flag on the ship with a ferocious pirate flag. The cold sea breeze blew the scarf on Miss Wednesday's face, and the sun shone on her side face with a layer of milky white luster. There was a hint of worry and anxiety in her eyes. "Baroque studio doesn't want this colonel to arrive at Alabasta alive and take over Colon's position."
"As for that Colonel Yarlin, how's the information you've gathered?" Miss Wednesday stroked her hair.
"Other things are not completely certain, but one thing is certain. The Colonel seems to hate pirates. I heard that the sea under his jurisdiction is about to become a restricted area for East Blue pirates. As long as a pirate enters, he will quickly be hunted down by the 153 Branch Navy, and there are very few survivors left. The whole ship of pirates is executed, and the bodies are pulled back to the branch base as fertilizer for the garden." Mr. Eight wiped the cold sweat on his head. Using the bodies to water the flower beds and fertilize, even against the ferocious pirates, this method seems to be too cruel and frightening.
On the other side.
A warship that set off after receiving the transfer order has sailed out of Shields Island. The warship stopped in Shuangyue Village for a while to pick up the last batch of Marine sergeants who had completed their training in the dojo. Soon, they turned around and did not head directly in the direction of the Grand Line. Instead, they made a little plan on the course and prepared to pass through an unnamed island on the edge of the East Blue.
Yarlin spread out a sea map in his hand. In the corner, there was a small island marked with a red circle. There were more than a dozen islands marked in this sea map, but this was the only island in the East Blue, and most of the others were concentrated on the Grand Line.
This sea map was folded in a stack of world newspapers and sent to Navy Branch 153. Yarlin almost didn't have to guess who wrote this and what the red circle marked on this sea map meant.
The sea map was made of a special sheepskin cloth. Using his fingernail, he tore a hole in the roll of the finely polished halo, revealing an inconspicuous ball of thread. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled out a very thin piece of grease cloth. On the cloth, there were virtual frames outlined by dotted lines. Each virtual frame corresponded to a red circle on the sea map, and the virtual frames were filled with dense text information using a black pen.
Name: Hodgdon
Gender: Male
Age: 33 years old
Occupation: Collector, Archaeologist
Appearance Characteristics: Two eyes, one red and one blue.
Fruit Ability: Paramecia Devil Fruit Ability, Ability Judgment: Refining. (Note: The density of objects can be refined and purified. For example, by touching, one can quickly refine fine iron from rusty iron, or purify precious metals such as gold.)
Combat Style: Can refine the density of one's bones and muscles, thus possessing a steel-like physical quality, or through physical contact, refine certain substances in the enemy's body, causing the body to harden or be poisoned.
…
Lines of text information were scanned, and Yarlin stuffed the cloth back into the sea map and put it in his pocket. "How many days will it take to arrive?"
"At the current sailing speed, if there are no accidents, we can reach this island in nine days at the latest." As the most outstanding Captain in this batch of One Heart Gymnasium training, Sen Dou was promoted to Yarlin's deputy. He was also one of the first core members of the Freemasonry. He stood behind Yarlin and looked at Yarlin's back with fanatical worship.
"Speed up, I'll reach this island in seven days." Yarlin said lightly.
Sen Dou nodded and quickly passed down the order. The warship's speed began to rise steadily to the highest, galloping through the surging sea like a hurricane.
The whole island was surrounded by a sunken basin in the middle of the mountain range. It was surrounded by primitive forests and giant trees. All kinds of strange plants hung down from the east and west, looking a little scary at night. If one looked down from the sky and focused at a certain height, one would find that the whole island was like a painted human face. The mouth of the human face was open and concave, as if it was roaring at the sky.
Strange roars reverberated through the dense forest. As the leaves rustled, a bald head could be seen hiding in the middle of a huge shrub. One red and one blue eyeball was staring intently at the bonfire in the forest ….
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