Chapter 867 G-Three Big

A new world, a certain island.

A group of hippopotamuses in black suits sang loudly in the river on the island. On a tree stump beside the river, a man in a black fur coat and with his hair combed back was sitting there biting a cigar and holding a newspaper in one hand. look in.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After a while, he let out a weird and high-pitched laughter, which made the hippos in the river roar more vigorously. Faintly, the voices of these hippos overlapped together like Crocodile.

"Mr.1, the world is in chaos."

Crocodile said with a smile: "After every world conference, the world will be in turmoil for a while, but this time is different. The sea is so turbulent now, and now the sphere of influence of the world government is also making trouble. It will only give time to those pirates. Moreover, the revolution The army seems to be moving."

As for the news that the chief of the revolutionary army's general staff died in battle, Crocodile did not believe it. If he died, the world government would not be able to use such a simple space for propaganda.

"The golden dragon has mastered the Seven Martial Seas, and there seems to be a new trend on the side of the Four Emperors. This world is more chaotic than before." Crocodile said: "But this is also our opportunity."

Mr.1 nodded with his arms folded and said with a stern face, "But, boss, that Jin Ni once said that he invited you to be Qi Wuhai. But now the rumors in the sea say that this Jin Ni Prepare to abolish all Shichibukai and recruit again."

Crocodile hooked his mouth, "It's just a rumor, he's not that stupid."

Swish——

Suddenly, a strong wind came from the side, and Mr.1 stretched out his hand and grabbed the object with his big hand.

A black bat flapped in his hand.

"The government's messenger bat." Mr. 1 said in a deep voice.

The bat flapped its wings twice, and a sound came out of its mouth suddenly.

This kind of message bat is not in the form of newsbirds sending newspapers and letters, but directly transmitted by voice.

What's inside is the sound recorded directly by Kuro.

"Hey, crocodile, come to the G-3 fortress for a meeting."

Simple and straightforward.

"Have you started..."

Crocodile glanced at the messenger bat, biting the cigar and exhaling smoke, he got up slowly, touched his golden hook, and said with a smile: "Let me see what you want to do, ha, Hahaha!"

...

after one day.

"Is this G-3?"

A small raft slowly approached the port of G-3. On this raft, a little girl with an umbrella stretched out her hand to her forehead, looking towards the huge fortress, "Didn't I hear that Barrett destroyed G-3? Why, why does it look so good?"

More than just screaming, Perona looked at the cannon facilities outside, her eyelids jumped, and the firepower was too dense.

Mihawk raised his head, revealing a pair of eagle-like eyes, "It's a navy after all, so it's normal to have this kind of mobility."

The raft was approaching, and there was already a navy waiting at the port, but before the raft docked, Mihawk stood up, jumped up from the other side, landed tall and straight, and walked with his windbreaker shaking.

The navy on both sides saluted at this time.

For Qi Wuhai, they also have to be polite.

At the end of the port passage, Crowe was waiting there. When he saw someone coming, he pushed down his glasses, "Hawkeye."

"Crow?"

Mihawk looked over and said, "Where's Kuro?"

"Mr. Crow is waiting for you at the conference hall." Crow said, "Please follow me."

"Hey, is there a room for me?" Perona called from behind.

"Yes, everything has been arranged," Crowe said.

The G-3 fortress is huge, no matter if it is the navy, Shichibukai and their subordinates who came to the meeting, they all don't have to bear it.

When they arrived at the conference hall, Kuro was already sitting at the huge round table.

"your."

As soon as Mihawk saw the person, he touched it from his arms, took out a box of cigars and threw it over.

The cigar box stopped in the air and slowly floated to Crow.

"Yo, the box is nice."

The box alone emits a faint woody fragrance. There are exquisite carvings on the box, and the carvings are engraved with gold. The box alone looks very nice, not to mention the things inside.

He held the box and looked up and down. At the bottom of the box, he saw a skull with crossed knives. The head of the skull was lowered. There was a word like 'm' in the engraving of the captain's cap.

"Pirate?" Crow asked in a daze.

"I got it from the pirate, of course it belongs to the pirate."

Mihawk sat directly next to Kuro, picked up the wine in front of Kuro, took an empty glass and poured a glass.

"good..."

He took a sip and nodded, "It tastes good."

"Of course, who is I?" Kuro said, then opened the cigar box, and said, "I mean, this thing seems to be produced by pirates."

What was seized from the pirates is what was seized from the pirates, and what was produced by the pirates is what was produced by the pirates. The two are not the same.

One is to rob others, and the other is to sell it by oneself. In this world, pirates are not without industries.

The humidor was opened, revealing a pack of ten exquisite cigars. This cigar was different from ordinary ones. It was full of intersecting patterns of gold and white.

Craw took one and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

"Oh? Edible gold? There's also a smell... how to put it, it's a bit gushing, strange."

His old cigars are strange, and he has a deep research on this stuff. He can smell good or bad as soon as he smells it, which is similar to the eagle-eyed wine tasting skill.

Putting this cigar into his mouth, Kuro took out the lighter, and with a snap, a flame lit up the cigar head, and it was evenly lit.

Kuro took a sip and brewed it in his mouth for a while, then suddenly his eyes widened, and a stream of direct gas like steam was ejected.

He quickly took out the cigar in his mouth, staring blankly at the smoke in front of him, "This thing..."

"What's wrong?" Mihawk asked.

"No... it tastes good."

Kuro smacked his lips, "Sweet but not greasy, but the strange thing is that this stuff stirs like steam in my mouth after taking a sip, shaking my mouth, very strong taste."

He stared at the white lines on the cigar, and touched it with his fingers, "The key is this thing, which has such strength, this is a great product, Mihawk, you can kill all the pirates. where? Where are they stationed?"

Mihawk took the cigar box, looked at the logo at the bottom, shook his head and said: "It's not the same pirate group, it's probably snatched from someone else."

"That's also strange, this kind of goods should belong to the special grade, why I've never heard of it." Crow wondered.

He has smoked too many cigars. He has high-end cigars sold in the sea, special editions for the Navy, including the one smoked by Sakalski, but this kind of cigars is obviously more advanced than his special edition. Never heard of it.