The night is very dense.

Feiniao squatted on the roof, looked down at the sneaky Mr. 3 carrying a small package, and asked.

"Hey, Mr. 3, you're not going to run away, are you?"

"Ah~"

When Mr. 3 heard a voice coming from behind him, he immediately stopped and turned his head carefully to look. Then he found that the navy had arrived behind him without knowing when.

Snapped!

Asuka put his arm on Mr. 3's shoulders and smiled as he led him back.

"Don't go. I have arranged your future. You are going to join a new organization, and those people are going to jail..."

With that said, Asuka took Mr. 3 back to the room, while he stood guard outside the door and continued to help them keep vigil.

...

The next day, morning.

Mr. 3 looked at the handcuffs on his hands and drank the porridge silently. He knew that the organization must be an unreliable organization. If it was a reliable organization, why couldn't I know the name of the organization?

Yesterday, after he learned that he was on the death warrant of the Baroque Working Society, he asked Asuka what the name of the organization he was planning to join was, and whether it could help him block the killing order of the Baroque Working Society.

Then he saw Asuka hesitating, and Mr. 3 felt half-hearted.

That night, he packed his things when he got back and prepared to run away. Then he would go to the world and open a small restaurant anonymously.

The plan was good, but I didn't expect that I would be caught as soon as I left the room.

Thinking of this, Mr. 3 said to himself while drinking gruel.

"I always feel like my future is a little unclear."

"Don't be confused. The person who picks you up will be here soon. You can just go with him then. The organization pays you well..."

After listening to what Asuka Balabala said, Mr. 3 pushed up his glasses. He didn't believe anything the navy said now. The navy had rescued him from the beginning, maybe with the intention of selling him off.

idea.

"well!"

After Mr. 3 sighed, he continued to drink the gruel in his hand. Since he became useless to this navy, the food treatment has obviously dropped a lot.

...

After eating, the group continued on their way.

Three hours later, a group of people passed by a small town. After Feiniao found the hidden house according to the address described by Betty, he directly knocked Mr. 3 unconscious, locked him in the house, turned around and left.

The revolutionary army is cautious in doing things and does not even show their faces.

Not long after the birds left, a man walked out of the shadows and came to the small house.

Squeak!

Pushing open the old wooden door, the man looked at Mr. 3 who was sleeping on the chair, nodded, then took out the phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"I have completed the handover, and now I will take him to [Bridge Country - Techila Wolf]."

"be safe!"

"yes!"

As he said this, the man put Mr. 3 into a sack, carried him and walked into the room.

When Mr. 3 woke up again, it was already dark. He felt the bumps in the carriage and the fiery sight next to him, and couldn't help but swallow!

"Gulu!"

"You're awake!"

Mr. 3 nodded slightly and said nothing. He has now discovered that he must have been successfully traded this time.

After a moment of silence, Mr. 3 looked at the guy in front of him and asked.

"Who are you?"

"Ahem~"

The man cleared his throat, looked at Mr. 3 solemnly, and said in a deep voice.

"Hello, my companion.

I am Barney Joe, a revolutionary soldier and the person in charge of the East China Sea [Bridge Country-Techila Wolf]."

"Revolutionary Army???"

After Mr. 3 heard what the man said, his voice immediately rose an octave.

Good guy, if there is anyone in this sea that the government hates more than pirates, it is the revolutionary army.

Barney Qiao looked at Mr. 3 who looked panicked and raised his eyebrows, and said with some uncertainty.

"Didn't the person who put you in that room tell you about us?"

Mr. 3 looked at Barney Joe with a dull look on his face, his eyes expressionless.

"He told me to join an organization that has a great goal!

"

"Yes, that organization is our Revolutionary Army. Our goal is to overthrow the Celestial Dragons who dominate the world government and overthrow those unequal rules.

No organization in the world may have such a great goal."

"He told me that that organization often sends out missions to overthrow the kingdom of so-and-so. My machinations and tricks, bah, my intelligence will have greater room to be used in the organization."

"That's right... Your mission this time is to follow me to overthrow the [Bridge Kingdom - Tecila Wolf]. When the time comes, you will provide me with a strategy, and I will choose... Let's die in order to survive for 700 years.

The innocent souls of the Qiaoshang Kingdom fight side by side."

"He also told me that that organization has good benefits and is very safe."

"That's actually true. Our revolutionary army generally travels at public expense. We go to places all over the world at public expense, so we don't have to spend our own money.

As for safety?

There are people in the Undersea Prison of our Revolutionary Army... If you are accidentally caught by then, you will just go home..."

...

Mr. 3 glanced at this man and said nothing. With his clever brain, he should have thought of it a long time ago. Apart from the revolutionary army, there are so many crazy organizations in this world who want to overthrow other people's kingdoms every day.

At the same time, somewhere hidden in Alabasta.

"Kosa, we have purchased weapons."

After the man finished speaking, he saw that no one was paying attention to him in the tent, so he immediately opened the tent curtain and walked in.

"Kosa, we have bought weapons, but not many."

Looking at Kosha lying on the bed, wondering what he was thinking, the man said it again.

"Well, I made you do dangerous things, thank you for your hard work."

"Well, it doesn't matter!"

After saying that, the room fell into dead silence again.

Kosha crossed his arms behind his head and looked up at the top of the tent with a worried look on his face.

"Kosa, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

When Kosha heard this, he slowly closed his eyes and said in pain.

"This country is in ruins. King Kobra has not found any way to save the country until now. He has watched his citizens die one by one in this drought, while his royal capital is still going on.

A miracle on earth."

"Now that the king is dead, it is impossible for this country to remain peaceful no matter what. Although many people have joined us now, we do not have enough weapons or food to support the huge number of people.

As for dancing fans..."

Having said this, Kosha sat up straight, shook his head at the man at the door, and continued.

"Let's forget about using dancing powder to rob the water vapor from the royal capital, but we can also prepare some. We can't let the soldiers who join us die of thirst...

As for weapons, go to the underground world and buy some from JOKER. The more expensive it is, the more expensive it is. We want to change this country, and we can’t do it without the support of weapons.

Let’s accumulate strength first. Compared with the Royal Army, our numbers are still far behind!”

"yes!"

The man bowed to Kosha, exited the tent, and looked up at the sky.

[The weapons at JOKER are not cheap. I hope there will be some discounts for large orders...]

Thinking of this, the man took out the phone in his pocket and called Joker, a subordinate of the middleman.

...

The flying bird walking in the desert also encountered an unexpected situation.
To be continued...