One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

"Sell to whom?"

"Sloan Population Trading Group."

He swallowed, it's no secret, everyone in the Betis Pirates group knows.

"Oh."

Sherlock searched his memory and did not remember this trading group. He patted Laurent on the shoulder, "Since they are all slaves, ask if you want to follow us and let them go."

"Yes, Captain."

Laubran nodded.

Basically, once it is him, this group of people is destined to flow into Taita Island and become a fresh labor force.

Sherlock actually knew it, but he still walked through the process habitually, using Laubran to set off his democracy, and showing it to the captains of the White Regiment.

Let them know what a great person they have followed.

The face project is always done well.

From Lao Lao's mouth, Sherlock basically mastered the situation of the island.

If you want to completely occupy this island, you have to fight a rebel army.

But Sherlock was not prepared to do this.

In fact, there are abundant rubber resources on this island. Rubber products can be produced and sold to other islands. Sherlock seems to have seen a road to wealth.

Sherlock asked the other two warlord leaders to call for a meeting.

The address is chosen in the small town of Mige in the middle of the island.

The town of Mige belongs to the neutral zone and is left alone for the time being.

In order to get in touch with the wariness of the two warlord leaders, Sherlock only brought Pipisia to kiss a fat bat.

The small town of Mige, which was originally sparsely populated by the war, seemed very lively at this time. Groups of plainclothes militiamen disguised as people dangling on the streets, while the real people were hiding in the dark corners and lingering, many broken houses and buildings. Compared with the ruins, there is only one name difference.

In a vacant bar, two warlord leaders sit opposite each other.

Their men have surrounded the small town of Mige.

In this bar, wherever there are obstructions, bodyguards are basically hidden.

Sherlock walked into the bar, and the bells jingled at the door.

The two warlord leaders turned their heads and looked at Sherlock warily.

It turned out to be here alone.

Even Jones Island, whose news is blocked, knows the name of Leah D Houston.

They noticed that Houston really came alone.

"Oh, it's all here, sorry, I'm late."

Sherlock said with a smile, he stretched his hand over a wooden chair and sat next to them, acting casually and feeling familiar.

"You pirate, what do you have to chat with us?"

Said the bald warlord leader.

The other warlord was a red-haired woman who was very ordinary and even masculine.

She was smoking a cigarette right now and turned to look at Houston.

"The famous Pirate Houston, what can we talk about with little warlords like us?"

Her voice is also a typical alcoholic and tobacco voice, which does not attract any interest.

Sherlock pulled out a candy, threw it in his mouth, changed his lazy sitting posture, leaned on the back of the chair, his whole body exuded a sense of pressure, and the two of them instantly felt that their breathing became rapid.

The cold sweat wetted her back, and the smoke in the female warlord's mouth instantly lost its taste.

The hands of the bald warlord were also sweaty. He was always ready to take out the pistol from his waist. At the same time, as long as the wine glass held in his right hand fell to the ground, the bodyguards in the dark would fire at Sherlock, and his men would be too. Rush in to rescue him.

All these arrangements are equivalent to three layers of insurance, but his heart is still up and down, like an ant on a hot pot, unable to calm down.

Seeing is better than hearing, Leah D. Houston is so frightening.

Sherlock rubbed the dull hair on Pipicia's head and glanced casually across the bar's internal facilities. He found a total of 30 bodyguards with a blood volume of about 1,000. They were out of the ranks of ordinary people, but they weren't enough. .

"I have seen the situation here on the way here. People are displaced, or trafficked into slaves, or begging on the street, joining the army and rebels and becoming pirates have become the only way out."

"Yes, this is the status quo of Jones Island, so I, Coles, is determined to defeat other warlords, establish a unified regime on the island, and end this war."

Bald warlord Coles said.

The female warlord glanced at him with a look of contempt, "You are just seeking more profit in the chaos."

"Aren't you?"

Coles blew his beard.

The female warlord took another cigarette to relieve the emotional tension.

"I can make this island better, and I won't destroy you. Your army can be incorporated into my outlying team and exist as the city's defense force on this island, but it must abide by the rules I set."

Sherlock said slowly.

The expressions of the two warlords became very rich, from surprise at first, to panic, and finally to unbelievable.

"What do you want to do? Houston!"

The grumpy bald warlord drew his pistol and pointed it at Sherlock's head.

Sherlock looked at him, his left hand seemed to be controlled by some unnatural force, and with a click, it broke directly, and the pistol fell to the ground.

He smashed the glass with his right hand, and the bodyguards shot at Sherlock.

These bullets stopped 1cm away from Sherlock, as if they were blocked by an invisible barrier. Not only that, the bullets bounced back instantly.

The 15 Coles' bodyguards all took their own fruits and fell in a pool of blood.

Coles was completely frightened this time.

The plainclothes officers on the periphery heard the movement and immediately rushed in and raised their submachine guns: "Leah D. Houston, you are already surrounded. Don't move."

The troops of the red-haired female warlord were not to be outdone, and surrounded them, also holding hot weapons.

There are also a group of hidden bodyguards in the bar, ready to take action against Sherlock at any time, but they see the bald bodyguard's end, and their psychological pressure increases sharply.

"Calm down."

The red-haired female warlord stood up and scolded her troops.

She is not as impulsive as a bald warlord, she is better at thinking and weighing.

Just now, she also discovered that Houston is not someone at her level who can resist, he is very powerful.

"You are killing me."

Sherlock's eyes swept a little cold, and the bald warlord retreated rationally.

In the next second, he found that his head and body had been separated.

Sherlock just pointed his finger slightly, and Finger Pistol made him feel strange.

The bald warlord fell in a pool of blood, and his men immediately focused on Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his fist and the air vibrated, directly blasting the group of people out dozens of meters away. The bullets and artillery burst into the air, completely unable to reach Sherlock.

Shock Fruit!

The female warlord's eyes were wide open, Xing Qing herself was not as impulsive as the bald Coles, otherwise today would be her death day.

"I really just want to come to have a good communication."

Sherlock sighed, "Why can't you listen to people well?"

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