A group of people looked at each other with affirmation.
Saitama was a little confused and waved his hands repeatedly: "Ah... I'm not..."
"That's right, it must be you, boss!"
Paula kept adding evidence in her mind without authorization, and said in a seemingly orderly manner: "First of all, Miss was alone all Sunday except with her boss, but you showed up with her tonight. This is the most powerful evidence!”
"That being said..."
Next to him, Mr. 4 seemed to have suddenly figured it out: "Mr. Saitama doesn't look like a new agent at all. On the contrary, Miss takes great care of you all Sunday and puts you first! Except for the boss, there should be no one who can make her act like a new agent." Do you treat it with that attitude?"
Saitama closed his eyes and continued to deny: "I'm not, I didn't..."
At this time, Mr. 1 Daz suddenly said: "It is also very strong, worthy of 0's strength."
Saitama scratched his head in confusion and said, "I told you I'm not..."
Feng Clay slapped the table playfully while raising his hands and shouting: "And he just issued instructions to us naturally... He said it was disbandment, stop joking, boss!"
…
"Okay, I'm the boss."
After Saitama tried every possible means to explain to no avail, he finally gave up and said with empty eyes, "Then will you listen to my next instructions?"
A group of agents nodded without any doubt: "Of course, boss!"
"Baroque Studio disbanded."
Saitama stood up, turned around and said: "Then... try to be a good person from now on, everyone." After that, regardless of the agents behind him who were already frying, Saitama strode out of the rain banquet and looked up at the moon on the street.
What a bunch of weirdos...
This is the first time I see someone rushing to recognize someone else as the boss...
…
Under the same night sky
Crocodile, the real boss of the Baroque Studio, was lying in a bloody state in the desert far away from Yuyan, his whole body twitching constantly.
That bald guy...
Far beyond my imagination!
With such a powerful navy, why is it just a major general
"Ahem..."
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Crocodile smiled weakly: "It's really... ugly... I could be defeated so miserably..."
"Since you choose to become a pirate, no matter who you kill, you should have no regrets."
The moonlight shines.
A cold voice suddenly sounded in the originally dead desert.
"On the sea, life and death depend on fate."
A shadow came from a distance, blocking the moonlight in front of Crocodile: "I remember that pirates probably like to say this most to show their status as desperadoes, right... One of the seven warriors under the king - Crocodile?"
"who!?"
Crocodile had a gloomy face and secretly thought something was wrong.
He had just been seriously injured by the bald demon king, and this guy who suddenly appeared was obviously evil.
We must find a way to kill him by surprise...
"Hmph... don't waste your efforts, Crocodile..."
The man seemed to have read Crocodile's mind and sneered: "Even if you are not injured, you are still no match for me. And now you are just a dying person. Are you still holding on to unrealistic illusions?"
By the moonlight, Crocodile finally saw the man's face clearly.
He wore a strange mask and a suit.
If it were someone else, they would definitely not be able to recognize them, because they are strong men hiding in the dark and whose reputation is not as famous as the sea - the strongest shield of the Tianlong people, CP0!
But Crocodile has been received by the World Government, and he knows the details of these guys very well!
"Asshole..."
Crocodile's breathing began to become heavy: "You are actually... the lackey of the Draco... Was it because I attacked Alabasta that the Draco sent you to kill me!?"
"Haha, it's not such a childish reason, Sand Crocodile."
The man squatted down and stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood stains on Crocodile's face. The pale mask looked like a seductive demon: "Although theoretically speaking, the king of this country can indeed be regarded as a Celestial Dragon, but the one who refused to move into the Holy Land 'Wild species' are not within the scope of our protection..."
"I have a few questions for you, Sand Crocodile."
The man tilted his head: "You have been entrenched in Alabasta for a long time... You don't seem to be a law-abiding guy... It just so happens that we have received some news recently, tell me..."
"You're looking for the ancient weapon - 'Hades', right?"
The secret plan that had been hidden in his heart was revealed in one sentence, and one can imagine Crocodile's shock at this time.
This was a plan that only he and Robin knew about!
Why did these bastards from CP0 get wind of it
Robin's hometown and all her relatives were destroyed by the World Government. There is no way she would inform these bastards!
"Looking at your expression, I must have guessed it right..."
The man's face under the mask smiled obviously, and then asked a question that puzzled Crocodile: "The navy called 'Saitama' who was originally stationed in Rogge Town, has he already come to this country... You Were you seriously injured by him?"
Crocodile gritted his teeth and spat: "Why do you ask this... Are the Celestial Dragons also interested in the struggle between the navy and pirates!?"
"Who cares about boring stuff like that."
The man shrugged, with indifference behind the mask: "I was just ordered to get Saitama's head. Before the assassination operation, I am really lucky to meet you, Crocodile..."
What!
The lackeys of the World Government... actually want to assassinate the navy
Aren't they in the same group
whispering sound…
I thought only pirates would kill each other!
These people are more vicious than pirates.
Crocodile secretly murmured about the filthiness and filthiness of political struggle, and said with a sullen expression, "If you want to die, of course it's up to you."
"Of course I know he is strong..."
The man stood up, took out a cane from somewhere and put it against Crocodile's head: "Otherwise, he would not be qualified to be called the secret treasure of justice, nor would he be qualified to bother me to kill him personally..."
Crocodile felt the breath of death spreading in horror, and struggled to get up to resist.
But he was injured too badly. Even if he moved a little, his whole body felt like it was being torn apart.
"Stop struggling, Crocodile."
The man raised his lips and raised the top of his cane slightly: "Seeing your miserable state, I probably understand that his strength cannot be underestimated. He needs to prepare more 'troops'..."
"By the way, let me tell you the good news at the end."
Under the moonlight, the cold light in the man's eyes flashed away: "The person who sent me here is not the group of imprisoned trash in the Holy Land... I was ordered by Master Wulaoxing to assassinate the secret treasure of justice and the sand crocodile who tried to spy on ancient weapons. …”
"Crocodale!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Crocodile's head had been stabbed with a cane and a gun.
The blood flowed like a stream, and there was no sound.
(End of chapter)