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Vinsmoke Ichiji! Blueno's gaze fixed on the figure walking in. A cold sweat silently permeated his back.
He had already heard about what happened to Jabra and Fukuro. Their CP9's strength was not at the same level as this monster's.
"Get me a rum, thanks!" Ichiji sat directly at the bar counter, a faint smile on his face, looking calm and composed. He didn't intend to point out Blueno's CP9 identity, seemingly just treating him as a familiar acquaintance.
"Tch, I thought you, Ichiji, were in a rare good mood to have a drink with me and Yonji, but you brought us to a place like this..." Niji complained, scanning his surroundings with some dissatisfaction, but still sat down with Ichiji, urging Blueno: "Be quick, give me a few bottles too!"
"I just said I was going out for a few drinks. It's you two who couldn't stand it and insisted on following along..." Ichiji said nonchalantly, lightly flicking a gold coin with a "66" pattern and a Germa Kingdom crest between his fingers.
"You really can't stand this guy!" The noisy environment made Yonji somewhat uncomfortable.
"This place has been paid for by our Germa. I've already paid for your drinks..." Yonji strode to the front of those drunken guests, stepped heavily onto a table, and directly threw down a large pile of Beri, somewhat domineeringly saying, "Get lost, you poor devils!"
Being forced to lower himself and drink with such a group of disheveled, low-born drunkards, Yonji was clearly quite put off.
"Gulp! Germa!!!"
"Really??"
"Quick, don't talk about it. It's too embarrassing..." The drunkards in the bar, who were originally drinking heartily and laughing loudly, were all startled.
One by one, they couldn't help but break into a cold sweat and shiver. Some were startled and at a loss, fleeing from the bar as if possessed. "Ah~~~ My guests, they've all been chased away..."
Blueno, with his burly physique and surprisingly agile movements, quickly poured several cups of rum for Ichiji and the other two, complaining slightly.
Thinking that Germa was one of the World Government's allied nations and not some pirate, and that they had a shallow relationship with Spandam, he had already resigned himself to his fate. After all, last time Jabra and the others were tortured beyond recognition. Spandam, that useless chief, wanted to send the three of them to spy on Germa, completely ignorant of the dangers.
However, ancient weapons were a serious matter and absolutely could not be leaked.
"Pathetic~~~"
"Ichiji, do you know this bull-like fellow?" Yonji directly drank a full cup of rum as if it were plain water, then stared at Blueno with a hint of suspicion.
"..." Blueno was somewhat speechless. To be spoken of like this in front of him, if he weren't Blueno, the CP9 agent, he would have really wanted to punch him.
But he didn't know at all that these two, who came with Ichiji, were arrogant and powerful enough to instantly kill him.
"Although I don't know what you few are trying to achieve by lurking here, I can probably guess..." Without responding to Yonji's words, Ichiji sat there holding his wine glass, as if he knew nothing about the ancient weapon Pluton. Between his five fingers, gold coins flowed like water, turning with a hint of mockery: "Anyway, Spandam, that useless fellow, is likely to give you any kind of unreasonable mission..."
"No way..." Blueno's expression was wooden, and he spoke with some helplessness.
Ichiji's words hit him right where it hurt. But one rank higher crushes people, so these people could only obey orders. At the same time, he discreetly wiped away the sweat from his palms with a cloth. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the other party didn't know about the ancient weapon "Pluton," and he didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing the matter to the end.
"Lurking here? Spandam?" Niji raised an eyebrow slightly, looking strangely at Blueno: "I remember that guy is the chief of CP9, right? Are you a member of CP9?" He truly hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary bartender, who was familiar with Ichiji, to actually be a member of CP9.
"So that's how it is. No wonder you, this ox-like wooden fellow, actually know Ichiji..." Yonji shouted loudly, not caring about any of this.
Ichiji naturally knew a bit about the CP9 matter. During that time, that family was basically treated as "hostages." It was a response from CP9 that he obtained.
"Go over there and drink your fill, less nonsense..." Ichiji pointed directly to the bar table, somewhat impatiently. "Tch..."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Niji and Yonji shrugged. Too lazy to provoke this unreasonable scoundrel, the two each picked up a few bottles of rum and sat down at a nearby table, drinking by themselves...
"How's Kalifa?" Ichiji continued drinking, casually asking.
"She's been gone for about five or six years now. Her figure should be getting better and better, right?" He had always missed that spicy, curvaceous, naturally clumsy woman.
"...She's alright!" Blueno's eyelid twitched, but he still replied. He was a bit confused; what was the purpose of this demon from Germa?
"That's good!" Ichiji smiled slightly. Without further nonsense, he directly took out a transfer order, stamped with a public seal, which he had obtained from Spandam, and handed it to Blueno.
"This is..." Blueno was startled, but still took the document.
"Personnel transfer?" His eyes couldn't help but constrict, and his entire body seemed to freeze. Unable to maintain his composure, he stared at Ichiji, somewhat disbelieving...
Half an hour later. On the deserted rooftop of Galley-La Company.
"What did you say? That shameless bastard!" Suddenly receiving Blueno's notification, Kalifa couldn't help but stomp her foot in anger.
Make her a secretary for that Ichiji fellow? And she has to be there before 6 PM this afternoon? What kind of joke is this?!
"That disrespectful fellow, where did he even get such a document?" Recalling how he had once threatened her a few years ago, boasting that he would make her his 'collection's' hated little ghost, Kalifa couldn't help but grow somewhat frantic, unable to maintain her usual calm and rational demeanor.
"The transfer order is real, stamped with the highest CP9 chief's official seal. I just telegraphed Spandam, and he said this is an order issued by Spandam himself..." The Den Den Mushi mimicked Blueno's face, also looking somewhat helpless, but could only add: "Our superior said, 'You must comply!'"
"The mission is to infiltrate Germa. You must gain Vinsmoke Ichiji's trust. Sometimes, necessary sacrifices..." Blueno could completely imagine Kalifa's fury. The meaning on this document was too obvious.
CP9 itself was one of the secret intelligence agencies under the World Government. How could it not see the hidden darkness and crooked paths within this?
Kalifa had been sold out by the Spandam father and son!