bookbashuk Chapter 81 Baroque Works
Chapter 81 Baroque Works
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
What a coincidence, she is too.
Having just been tossed around like a ball by Karp, Yelena wasn't in a good mood.
I just glanced at them as I was passing by, and these guys were actually swearing?
"What did you just say?"
Gudong.
Mr. 11 swallowed hard, his mouth trembling, and shook his head repeatedly, "N-nothing!"
Yelena's gaze fell on the ground at his feet, where a katana with a dark brown hilt lay horizontally.
"This knife..."
She sensed a different aura emanating from this weapon.
I remember now!
In the original manga, after Smoker chased Luffy to the Grand Line, he clashed with the Baroque Works.
Tashigi seized a famous sword from a certain agency agent, I think it was called...
"Famous sword [Huazhou]?"
"Yes, it's it!"
A flicker of pity crossed Mr. 11's eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he bent down, picked up the knife, and handed it to Yelena. "Please forgive my rudeness, Navy Commander."
After saying that, he stepped back to his original spot, turned his head away, and stopped looking at his sword.
Yelena took the [Flower Island] sword and drew it from its sheath with a whoosh.
The blade is sharp and straight, gleaming with a cold white light. Clear flame-shaped patterns are spread across the center of the blade, extending from the guard to the tip, making it extremely mysterious.
Yelena nodded; it was a beautiful katana.
After sheathing the sword, she raised her hand, and [Hua Zhou] flew back into Mr. 11's hand.
Feeling the familiar weight, Mr. 11 was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked over.
Yelena knew what the other person meant.
This is a fine, sharp knife! You only glanced at it before returning it!
Are you still a swordsman?
Yelena shook her head. "I have no interest in taking other people's things."
Aside from pirates.
Since setting sail, she has only ever robbed pirates, and of course, she also took their lives along with her.
She didn't really like using katanas, and the five swords she carried at her waist were just for show.
Furthermore, she was wearing the branch's naval uniform, and if word got out that she had stolen something, it would tarnish Colonel Lind's reputation.
Speaking of her identity as a naval officer, leaving these guys here and ignoring them doesn't seem to fit her current persona.
You should at least give them a couple of scoldings.
"You people are acting very suspiciously. Tell me, what ulterior motive do you have for coming to Svalo Island?"
Mr. 11 glanced back at his companions; they were in even worse shape than him, each one swaying and holding their heads.
With no one to offer advice, he had no choice but to tell the truth.
"We've come for the Black-Robed Hunter. We are... well, we're a bounty hunter organization from the Grand Line, and we'd like to invite him to join us."
Bounty hunter organization?
It's an assassin organization, isn't it?
Yelena didn't expose him, but continued to press, "The Black-Robed Hunter? I've heard of him, but who told you he's on this island? Even our navy can't find any information about him."
Mr. 11 shook his head, "We don't know exactly where he is either. We can only search for him island by island in the nearby waters."
"I heard about his deeds on the island of Notis not long ago, but unfortunately we were too late and missed meeting him."
"We searched that island for days without finding a trace of them, so we had no choice but to try our luck on Swallo Island. Before we even landed, the ship was..."
"We can figure out a way to get the ship, but if we still can't find the Black-Robed Hunter, then..." Fear appeared in Mr. 11's eyes.
Yelena wisely stopped asking questions.
If she continues, given her current status, she should start to question the legitimacy of the organizations behind these guys.
Look how scared Mr. 11 is, he almost wet his pants.
Which reputable organization's HR department would be silenced by their boss if they failed to meet their recruitment targets?
"Hey, you guys..."
Not only Yelena, but the other naval personnel on the dock also spotted Mr. 11 and his group and lined up to approach.
"Sir, so you've returned? Colonel Linde was planning to search for you in the woods himself."
The leading naval officer recognized Yelena.
Clearly, the scene of her being thrown off the warship by Garp was witnessed by the navy personnel standing near the berth.
"Ahem, I've spotted a group of suspicious-looking guys. Send a few men to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't cause any trouble. I'm heading back now."
"yes!"
The leading naval officer instinctively saluted, but after completing the gesture, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.
"Why should I obey her orders? She's not...
The Navy didn't say the rest. He turned to look at Mr. 11, who had a fawning smile on his face.
"Rest assured, we will not cause any trouble during our stay on the island!"
He glanced at Yelena's retreating figure in the distance, raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat, and sighed, "The waters of Beihai run deep."
Yelena returned to the dock square and ran into Colonel Lind and his group.
"You're back?"
"Um."
The colonel looked curious. "What happened on the warship? Why did Vice Admiral Garp abandon you...?"
"Go fill in your hole, adults should mind their own business when it comes to kids."
Garp, that stingy guy, is clearly just an old child!
Yelena dragged her suitcase toward the branch.
"What happened?"
Colonel Linde turned to look at his subordinates, who also looked puzzled, and the group scratched their heads in unison.
In the following days, Yelena stayed in the branch office practicing her swordsmanship and didn't rush to see Mr. 11 and the others.
It's not a good deal to rush things; she's not the one in a hurry anyway.
In the restaurant, Yelena was having dinner when a navy officer sat down opposite her.
"The bounty hunters have returned to the inn, and from their conversation, it seems they intend to leave Swallo Island."
"I see. Then you don't need to keep an eye on them anymore. Tell the brothers they've worked hard these past few days. I'll have Colonel Linde give you some extra help later."
The navy officer's face instantly turned panicked. He waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't go! Don't go! We're not tired! Please, please don't tell the colonel."
Their small squad of soldiers, tasked with monitoring the bounty hunters' activities, enjoyed a few comfortable days, much to the envy of their comrades who were undergoing grueling training at the branch.
I finally gained some weight, I can't let the colonel's "special training" make me lose it all.
The navy officer quickly left the table, not wanting to stay a second longer.
"It's just extra practice, is it really that scary?"
Yelena swallowed the last piece of meat, looking puzzled.
At night, she put on a cloak, opened the window, and quietly left the branch.
In a hotel room on the top floor in town, a dozen people were chatting together.
Mr. 11 looked distressed. "We've searched every town on the island, every tavern, casino, and dance hall, but we haven't found even the slightest trace of the Black-Robed Hunter! Those people don't even have as much information as we do!"
"This guy is so strange! Ordinary bounty hunters spend their money like crazy – drinking, gambling, chasing women – but he never shows up in any of those places!"
"What should I do? My superiors will contact me again in two days!"
Mr. 11 looked expectantly at his partner, "Miss Thursday, how about you contact the higher-ups next time?"
"Why should I? You're the team leader!"
"You and Miss. are surrounded by women all Sunday, she probably won't give you too much trouble..."
Miss Thursday slammed her hand on the table. "Bullshit! In our line of work, there's no distinction between men and women. If you don't complete the task, you're dead!"
Mr. 11 looked at the other people in the room.
Everyone who met his gaze lowered their head.
Mr. 11 stood up and started cursing: "You bastards, what good will it do you if I die?! Don't think you can inherit my position as a mid-level agent; it's not your turn!"
Miss Thursday reached out and pinned the person down.
"Stop cursing. You'd be better off using that energy to find people. The Black-Robed Hunter was directly ordered by the club president, and Miss Quan is personally in charge. We must recruit the club's strongest members!"
"Easy for you to say, where am I supposed to find that?"
As soon as Mr. 11 finished speaking, the window in the room suddenly opened, and a cold draft rushed in.
"Who's looking for me?"