With the ability to bloom ears and eyes, Robin soon found the place to be the killer of the work club.
It was a wax house built in the jungle.
The person who built the wax house was MR.3 of the Baroque Works Club. A man who likes to drink black tea and has a hairdo of three. He is a abilities to wax fruit. He can freely manipulate the wax liquid made from his body. His partner is Miss. Golden Week, who can use pigments to suggest people's hearts.
After receiving the task of chasing Roche and his group, MR.3 has absolute confidence to complete it smoothly.
The failure of the MR.5 duo did not attract his attention, because he always believed that both of them were mediocre people who only rely on fruit abilities. Not only did they not know how to fight with their minds, they also developed fruits very early. Being able to defeat them is not enough to show how powerful the opponent is.
But now he no longer has this confidence.
Because the candle house that he thought was absolutely hidden had been found by the other party, when Roche sat down in front of him, the president's partner Miss standing next to him was Miss. All Sundays, the MR.5 duo was as docile as a little sheep.
This is a bit too exaggerated, right?!
What's wrong with those two trash MR.5, why did Miss. rebel on Sunday?! That's a senior cadre with the status of the entire organization second only to the president! The outrageousness of this matter is simply a rebellion of the emperor!
"You don't mind being my prisoner, do you?"
Roach said politely: "Or do you want to have two tricks with us?"
"No need to fight, let's admit defeat!"
The person who spoke was a cute Miss. Golden Week, while she was still eating sweet cakes calmly.
"Hey hey hey?! What are you saying!"
Although the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable, not only is the number of people on the other side, but Miss. He also has a powerful and mysterious master who is in charge all Sunday, but he immediately admits his conscience when he sees the limelight is wrong. This behavior really damages the reputation of the Baroque Work Club!
"We don't have to be enemies at all, so how can we admit defeat?"
MR.3 stood up and bent down to pour Roche a cup of black tea with a flattering smile on his face: "Actually, I have long wanted to break away from the president's high-pressure rule. If I have any dereliction of duty, I will be executed immediately. This kind of thing is too much. It is really our fate to meet you aspiring people today!"
"It seems we have a very consensus."
Roqi smiled and picked up the black tea, and pointed to the phone bug on the table: "Since you are willing to make friends with me, please help me and contact your president, and you will say that you have successfully wiped out us and no longer have to send anyone to chase and kill Princess Vivi."
"Didn't you say you want to defeat each of the pursuers?"
Robin raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Why have you changed your mind now?"
"Because you can't catch big fish anymore."
Roach held the black tea and explained with a smile: "MR.3 has been attracted by me, and the only ones above are MR.2 and MR.1, but they all have more important tasks to complete and are unlikely to perform such an extremely time-consuming pursuit task at such critical moments. Instead of attracting a group of insignificant fish and shrimps, it is better to give your president a fake news and catch him off guard!"
"You know our organization very well?"
Robin narrowed his eyes and said, "Plus with the information about the historical text...how did you get the secret information?"
"This is my secret."
Roche could not justify his God's perspective, so he could only pretend to be profound and reveal a calm smile. Anyway, the other party could not guess that he was a time traveler if he wanted to break his head. So use this method of keeping the mystery to let them figure it out.
This will help him establish his majesty.
"Contact your president quickly." Roach picked up the phone bug on the table and handed it to MR.3, who had not responded for a long time: "You don't want to reject my friend's request, right?"
"Haha, how dare I?..."
MR.3 quickly reached out to take the phone bug, but he was secretly yelling in his heart. In fact, he pretended to bow his head and just wanted to numb Roqi. In essence, he still regarded himself as a member of the work club. He wanted to find an opportunity to slip away after fooling Roqi, and then tried to lure the giants on the island to fight with Roqi and his group, so that he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.
It’s a pity that my idea is very beautiful and I can’t take the first step.
If you don't help Roqi deceive the president now, you will definitely have to write a word death on the spot. But if you really release false news to the president, even if he solves the enemy's crime and makes meritorious service, and asks the president to explain the real situation, then nothing will be possible. With the president's personality, even if he spares his life, he will never reuse him again. The status and contributions accumulated before will be gone in an instant.
MR.3 is an absolute realist. He followed the Sand Crocodile to gain wealth and prosperity after establishing an ideal country. But his future has been ruined, what is the point even if he helps the president usurp Alabastan?
This is such a dilemma!
After some struggle and hesitation, MR.3 finally decided to stand on Roche's side. At least now, he had to save his life first so that he could have a chance to make a comeback. So after answering the phone, he did not make any small moves and said sincerely that he had eliminated Roche and his group.
Clockdal did not doubt his words, but said that for the sake of safety, he would not use telephone bugs to contact him again, and the subsequent orders would be conveyed by letter of appointment, and the unlucky combination would soon send a permanent pointer to MR.3, allowing him to arrive in Alabastan as soon as possible to implement the final plan.
Then the contact between the two parties was hung up.
Roach was very satisfied with MR.3's performance. He patted his shoulder and recognized him as his friend, and then asked MR.5 to tie him up with a rope. Then he went out and waited for the unlucky combination to appear, and he easily defeated and captured the two animals.
"The plan is finally halfway through."
Roche held the permanent pointer in his hand, and the big rock in his heart had already been put down half. From the beginning of entering the great channel, he had been thinking about what to do when facing the Baroque Work Club. Although he had considered several different complex situations, luckily so far everything went smoothly.
“So far, everything has been going well.”
After finishing the call with MR.3, Klokdal was in a good mood. He turned around and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Behind him were several senior cadres who had arrived in Alabastan: "It's time to start the final battle!"
"Of course, there is still a small problem to deal with now..."
Clockdal glanced at MR.1: "You go and arrange someone to search Miss. The whereabouts of the whole Sunday, I don't want to lose her at the last critical moment!"
Chapter completed!