In the chilly wind, leaves rustled as they fell onto the moldy stone platform. Faulkner sat on the cold and damp stone platform, occasionally raising his binoculars to look towards the shore.
"Is that the ship?"
This was a desolate island, the island where Faulkner and Yarlin had agreed to meet. Faulkner was currently sitting on a high platform on the island, which allowed him to have a panoramic view of the shore. He abruptly stood up and looked towards an unremarkable merchant ship that slowly docked by the shore.
He looked through the binoculars, but strangely, there was no one walking on the deck that was piled with junk. Suddenly, a strange figure walked out from the cabin and was reflected in the binoculars.
That person was strange because his face was covered in strange green moss. The moss squirmed as if it was alive, and a layer of faintly discernible rust worms shuttled back and forth between the moss and his pores.
"Is there moss growing on his face?"
Faulkner subconsciously turned his head to look at the stone platform he was sitting on. His mouth opened into the shape of a nest, and he saw that the moss was strangely multiplying and splitting. The moldy stone platform cracked open, and a human figure formed from the squirming moss appeared.
The green moss merged into a human figure, and it looked exactly like the person on the deck. Faulkner looked at the person's sunken eye sockets, and a ball of moss was strangely growing in the eye sockets, as if it was blooming.
"Colonel Yarlin invites you over!"
Faulkner suddenly turned his head to look at the ship. There was clearly another identical figure standing there, and he was also looking towards him. The moss-covered mouth seemed to be repeating the same lips.
Half an hour later.
Faulkner looked up at Yarlin who was standing at the bow of the ship and looking down. He stopped on the beach, and was five meters away from the bow of the ship. The closer he got to the ordinary merchant ship, the more instinctively he felt a dangerous aura, as if it was passing through the rough ship walls and diffusing into the air. It was as if there were countless terrifying monsters hiding behind the invisible ship walls, breathing quietly behind the ship walls.
As a spy who lived in the shadows, Faulkner had a keen sense of danger. He met Arlen's gaze, and his throat felt dry and itchy. He was secretly shocked. 'How long has it been since we met? He's already grown to such a terrifying level. Just the pressure in his eyes makes me feel as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. If I'm not careful, I'll be reduced to ashes.'
"Colonel Yarlin, I'm glad to see that you're still alive." Faulkner was good at walking on steel knives. His heart was undulating, but he did not show it on his face. The fake smile on his wrinkled old face made him look even more sinister.
"What's even more worth being happy about is that I've brought a Devil Fruit." Arlen opened his palm, revealing a pitch-black fruit covered in strange and complicated patterns. It was eerie, cold, and deathly still. An evil aura emanated from it, but even from a distance, it couldn't hide the desire and desire in Faulkner's eyes.
"It is indeed a fruit very suitable for spies to survive. I'm a little reluctant to give it to someone else." Yarlin licked his lips, and with a light flick of his finger, the fruit flew into the air in a black parabola, and was caught by Faulkner.
"Sound Track Fruit. The shape and patterns do match the appearance of that fruit. It's not a transfer of ability, but a direct extraction of the fruit from the body of the ability user? What an unimaginable ability … "Faulkner's eyes spun around, and all sorts of thoughts surged in his mind. After a while, he swallowed his saliva." The fruit is black? And what's with this eerie cold aura? "
Yarlin rubbed his fingers, and strands of intertwined black lines swayed back and forth on his fingertips. The dark and deep eyes were dyed with a cold aura. "It's just some insignificant coloring. If you think the fruit has gone bad, you can return it to me. Hahaha ~"
"What are you saying!" Faulkner licked his dry lips and muttered to himself for a while. Suddenly, he bit down on the Devil Fruit. There were very few people in this world who could refuse the gift of a Devil. The cold flesh of the fruit melted, and an invisible shadow seemed to seep into the juice.
Faulkner could feel the indescribable changes in his body. His ears were vibrating strangely, as if the bones in his ears had melted and formed a complicated and special structure. Rings of reverberating sound patterns resonated in his ears.
The air was filled with sound waves visible to the naked eye. The intricate patterns seemed to affect the whole body. Faulkner's heart was extremely agitated. Then, he heard nine indistinct sound waves coming from the back of the ship. They seemed to have strangely overlapped to form the same voice, "My — Army — Apostle — — —"
"Army? Apostle? " Faulkner did not understand. His ears trembled slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Yarlin's position. Then, he felt as if his mind was about to explode. Countless terrifying and strange sound tracks attacked him from all directions. It was as if countless blurry shadows were looking at him in an instant. It was also as if there were terrifying shadows hibernating in the depths of the sea of stars staring at him indifferently.
Faulkner's scalp went numb, and his ears were filled with a cacophony of noise. He felt as if his head was about to explode, and his scalp went numb as if it had been electrocuted. He widened his sinister, bloodshot eyes to see Ya Erlin grinning at him, revealing his neat, white teeth. "Don't even think about reading my thoughts.
Faulkner touched his ear. There were traces of black blood seeping out. His heart trembled violently. After a long time, his brain seemed to have woken up from its dizziness. He scratched his stiff head with lingering fear. Then, he took out a rolled-up profile picture and handed it to Yarlin. "Is this the person you want me to investigate?"
He was wearing a black bowler hat and had a cold profile. There was a white dove in a suit standing at the edge of the hat. Ya Erlin glanced at the photo and said, "That's right, this is the person. Who is he?"
"Sure enough, it's him!" Faulkner said with a dignified expression. "Rob Lucci, one of the members of the CP9. The CP9 is the highest-level and most secretive spy agency under the World Government. At my level, I can only inquire about his name. I only know that he has never failed a mission. Other secrets are difficult to find out. However, with the ability of this fruit, it will be much more convenient and secretive in the future …"
"CP9, World Government, haha ~ Should I say that they are indeed ruthless politicians? Then, what role did the respected and wise Fleet Admiral Sengoku play in this?" Yarlin's heart was cold. He has never been afraid to speculate about others with the greatest malice. "The news of my death was passed to the ears of the big people very on time, but there was a slight deviation in the process. I died in the hands of Doflamingo!"
The day of Yarlin's death was the same day that Smoker arrived at the Alabasta Naval Branch and took over. Was the calculation of the time in between just a coincidence, or was it deliberately arranged by someone?
Or was it a compromise?
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