NABC Chapter 307 CP0? CP9?
Chapter 307 CP0? CP9?
Chapter 307: CP0? CP9?
Click!
Rumble!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the deck of the Freedom, the storm that had previously blotted out the sky, accompanied by bursts of thunder, began to slowly shrink in size. Even the raging winds and large raindrops around them could be clearly felt to be diminishing.
"Hooray! Lord Slad succeeded!"
"Wow, that's amazing! A storm of that size was stopped all by itself?"
"As expected of Lord Slad!"
As the storm gradually subsided, the crew on the deck of the Freedom's crew began to gleam with excitement. They hugged each other, raised their glasses from who-knows-where, and cheered with joy.
call!
After a long while, accompanied by a sea breeze, the sky, which had been covered by dark clouds, finally cleared up. The blazing sun peeked through the clouds, and under its rays, blue sky and white clouds appeared.
"Hahahaha! Captain! I did it!"
Just then, a loud laugh suddenly rang out from the sky, and Slad, whose white robe was clearly torn, appeared in the air, looking radiant.
"Hehehe! Well done! Slard! Then don't come down yet! See if there are any islands around. The Liberty hasn't docked for three days!"
Seeing Slad's excitement in the air, Mu Chong first smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then asked Slad to observe the surroundings.
Thus, in just a short time, Slade, who had used his Cloud-Cloud Fruit powers to cover the entire area, quickly determined the direction of the island.
The Freedom then resumed its journey, speeding along the direction Slade had indicated.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island Slard discovered, a medium-sized ship flying a distinctive flag was also heading towards the island ahead.
"Commander Geweimo! Are you sure Mu Chong and his group will pass by that island ahead? If we just go there so openly, won't that......"
At this moment, on the deck of this ship, which flew a special flag and resembled a merchant ship, a man dressed in what looked like a butler's uniform was speaking with a helpless expression to a man in luxurious attire in front of him.
"Shut up, Ulmuro! How many times have I told you? Don't call me 'sir' when you're on a mission! No wonder you're practically nobody in CP9. How have you survived with a brain like that?"
Before the man called Urmuro could finish speaking, he was interrupted sharply by Goweimo, who even pointed at Urmuro and cursed him.
Upon hearing Goweimo's words, Ulmuro's face, covered in a thick beard, immediately turned extremely ugly, but he quickly regained his smile.
"Yes! I'm sorry! Young Master Ge Weimo!"
Ulmuro is now fifty years old, yet he grovels before a man more than ten years his junior, simply because the man holds a higher position.
"Hmph! What a troublesome fellow! This is the last time I'm warning you. If you do it again, you can go back to Mary Geoise and die!"
The man named Gowemo was in his thirties, over two meters tall, with a robust build and an excessively pale, square face. Despite being a man, he wore thick red lipstick.
As Goweimo's voice faded, Ulmuro lowered his head even further, his expression returning to calm, though a sinister glint remained in his triangular eyes.
"Hey! Has Cullen followed the orders and gone to the island yet?"
Just then, Gowemo on the deck spoke again, his tone still cold and indifferent.
"Yes! Cullen has set off a day ahead of schedule as you instructed, and according to the current time, he should have already arrived at the island ahead!"
Without pausing for a moment, Ulmuro replied immediately.
Swish!
"Hmph! Finally, there's one reliable guy here. If CP0 hadn't been so short-handed, why would I have sent the two of you to carry out orders with me? From now on, follow my instructions strictly, or you'll both die if anything goes wrong!"
Upon hearing Urmuro's reply, Goweimo's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained condescending. After finishing his sentence, Goweimo flicked his sleeve and left the deck.
creak!
Just after Gowemo left the deck, Ulmuro remained bowed, but his two clenched fists hanging at his sides made a cracking sound.
a long time!
"Phew! Cullen! You absolutely mustn't expose yourself! The other side is a pirate with a bounty of two billion! Sigh! It was all because of that phone call from the Kingdom of Sodler that that guy Goweimo came up with such an absurd idea—to follow Mu Chong and his crew along their route? Sigh!"
As a veteran member of CP9, Urmuro may not be outstanding in combat, but his abilities in intelligence gathering and covert surveillance are quite remarkable. Otherwise, Gowemo wouldn't have chosen him for this mission.
But at this moment, Ulmuro was filled with worry, because the target of this operation was the group of heroes led by Mu Chong, who could destroy even the Buster Call and dared to challenge the World Government.
Hurala!
The merchant ship continued its journey towards the island ahead. Ulmuro, his dark face growing increasingly grim as he gazed at the island so close at hand, his thick beard trembling slightly, and his eyes gradually hardening into a ferocious expression.
For an outstanding intelligence agent, the most important thing is to survive. This is one of the main reasons why Urmuro has survived this long. So this time, he must also survive.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, out of sight of Urmoluo, the Liberty had already docked.
"Alas! Three days have passed! We've finally found the island!"
"Idiot! What's there to be excited about? It's only been three days. Shouldn't sailing on the high seas be normal?"
"Hmph! You don't know anything! At the speed of the Liberty, the distance it travels in three days is equivalent to what others do in seven or eight days!"
Amidst the clamor and chatter of his underlings, everyone on the Freedom disembarked. This time, Mu Chong decided to let everyone relax a bit.
The island Slad discovered was uninhabited, but it wasn't desolate at all. On the contrary, the entire island was almost entirely covered with vegetation, with towering trees standing tall on it.
The island is flanked by mountains, perfectly symmetrically surrounding all the vegetation in the center. Such a vibrant environment is sure to let these capable underlings relax.
"Heroic sir! We're setting off!"
"Rest assured, my lord! We will definitely find enough food and return!"
A group of underlings carrying baskets of various sizes were seen heading deeper into the jungle, turning back to wave to Mu Chong as they went.
"Hahaha! Go ahead! Just be careful!"
Mu Chong was not one to spoil the fun either; he responded to the enthusiastic greetings from his group of underlings one by one.
"Hey! Barto! You, the former boss, have already forgotten about these lackeys!"
Just as this harmonious scene was unfolding, Slad's gradually rising voice suddenly rang out.
"What?! Hahaha! Brother Slad! The respect the underlings show to the captain is something I, Bartolomeo, specifically instructed! On the Liberty, the captain is the boss!"
In response to Slad's teasing, Bartolomeo waved his hand and laughed, then pointed to his own nose, making no attempt to hide his respect for Mu Chong.