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...to an uninhabited wasteland. Lush green weeds and scattered rocks were everywhere, and two figures stood there.
It was a similar setup to last time, but equally practical. The Fish-Man was ambushed for reasons that the Whitebeard Pirates had no clear idea of.
"It's been so long, they should be here by now, right?"
Teach's expression was grim and unpredictable, but he was somewhat confident in his own strength, and he abnormally craved the Dark-Dark Fruit in the other party's hands, which forced him to wait here. After painstakingly waiting for so many years, he finally saw a glimmer of hope. He truly didn't want to give up, and even less did he want to continue enduring. He had enough confidence because he hadn't yet betrayed the Whitebeard Pirates; he was still a member of the Whitebeard Pirates! The guy behind the scenes should be very clear about the consequences if World Government personnel laid hands on a Whitebeard Pirates crewmate.
"Wait patiently. I don't know when the higher-ups will send someone..." Before his words fell, Teach, somewhat impatient, suddenly lunged forward.
"Shatter!"
His face turned sinister and ruthless. He directly punched the man disguised as a smuggler.
"Ah! You bastard..." The World Government intelligence agent, his face contorted, half-knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. He glared angrily at Marshall D. Teach.
"Zehahahahaha, in the end, you're just an insignificant small-timer. You should be more respectful!"
Teach roared with laughter, a few teeth missing, his entire body's muscles twitching, carrying a hint of brutality and sinister intent: "The one who wants to cooperate with me is your superior. Even if I directly kill you, I doubt he'll say anything, zehahaha."
"Dead men have no value; only the living have value!" Teach chuckled chillingly, savagely kicking his right leg upward, full of ruthlessness and cruelty.
"Shatter..."
"Ah!!" The intelligence agent screamed, sent flying directly.
"Hmph..."
He fell heavily onto the ground, shattering it, his body covered in blood. But clearly, Teach had controlled his strength, deliberately not killing the other party directly.
"You are..." Before he could continue to laugh, his entire body stiffened, and he looked cautiously in another direction, his pupils contracting violently, his face turning pale. Faintly, a few drops of cold sweat dripped down.
"Hmph, hmph..."
Two figures, one tall and one short, both wearing white cloaks and masks, walked over.
The one wearing the ghost mask had undergone some changes in physique, and even his hair had turned white, making him completely unrecognizable as Itachi. He stared directly at Marshall D. Teach, with a mocking tone: "What you said is very good, dead men indeed have no value!"
The long sleeves of the two cloaks fluttered with the breeze, creating an inexplicable sense of pressure.
"Hey, hey, really, is it too exaggerated...?"
Teach's entire body felt a surge of pressure, as if he was trying to use laughter to dispel the tension in his heart: "Zehahahahaha~ a small-timer like me shouldn't be worth you guys showing up to this extent, right!" Having mingled in this vast sea for many years, he recognized the identity of the newcomers at first glance.
Being targeted by these dogs directly under the World Nobles was absolutely not a good thing. The highest-level intelligence agency under the World Government, CP0, was far superior to those wastes like CP9. Although it was impossible for every single person to be as strong as a monster, simply seeing these guys constantly chasing after rumors like "War Ghosts" and "Blood Devils," which were no weaker than the "Three Calamities" and "Four Commanders," with Revolutionary Army cadres running rampant around the world, one knew that this organization definitely possessed terrifying combat potential.
"You're no small-timer, Marshall D. Teach..."
Itachi's tone was playful as he assessed Marshall D. Teach in front of him: "Capable of leaving a few indelible scars on the left eye of the Four Emperors of the New World, 'Red-Haired' Shanks. If such a person is a small-timer, then wouldn't the Marine Headquarters's highest combat power be garbage?"
"You even know that..." Teach's entire body trembled. He widened his eyes in disbelief, an inexplicable chill rising in his heart.
"Zehahahahaha, that was all in my youth. At that time, Red-Haired Shanks hadn't fully grown yet. Defeating newcomers was a normal thing, zehahahaha..."
Teach forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart, not caring in the least about demeaning himself. He deliberately scratched his head and laughed, "Don't overestimate me. I'm no match for that guy anymore! At the same time, he secretly understood why the other party was paying attention to him. They had already discovered this secret long ago. After all, a man who left such scars on the face of an Emperor was certainly not someone to be taken lightly. Even if Teach didn't say it directly, he still felt a bit smug in his heart.
"Perhaps... Finger Pistol!" Itachi said without question, his finger suddenly flicking!
"Shatter!" A terrifying shockwave flew out. The intelligence agent, who was already half-dead, had his heart pierced directly, losing all signs of life.
"As expected of CP0, they show no mercy when killing their own kind!"
Witnessing this scene, Teach's small eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled darkly.
"Between people, after all, there are differences in talent. This is something no amount of effort can compensate for..." Tobi, wearing a tiger-face mask, said expressionlessly, somewhat despondently: "Being too weak isn't his fault, but his fault lies in letting the government be deceived!"
Both of them completely immersed themselves in the role of CP0, to the extent that even Teach felt no suspicion.
"This thing, I don't think you won't recognize it, will you?"
Without any intention of continuing to waste words, Itachi directly pulled out a pale purple Devil Fruit from his cloak and calmly spoke to Marshall D. Teach opposite him.
"That is..."
Teach's entire body trembled, his gaze unable to move away. He began to gasp. His whole person seemed incomparably excited!
"The Dark-Dark Fruit, indeed known as the most dangerous Logia type in history. To a certain extent, it counters users with weaker abilities, but it's far from invincible. It has drawbacks like double pain and inability to elementalize. It's far inferior to Admiral Kizaru's Glint-Glint Fruit..."
Itachi ignored the value of the Dark-Dark Fruit and even seemed to not know the secret of Marshall D. Teach's abnormal body structure at all. "Although I don't know why you're so intent on finding such a fruit, we won't just give it to you for no reason!"
"Zehahahahaha~ What do you CP0 want from me?" Teach forcibly suppressed the urge to rush forward and snatch the fruit, his gaze still burning. "Do you directly want me to poison Whitebeard? Or become your CP0 mole, reporting the movements of the Whitebeard Pirates at all times?"
A cold chuckle echoed in his heart. You short-sighted fellows, how could you possibly understand the value of the Dark-Dark Fruit?
"According to our CP0's investigation, it's very likely that you know how to steal other people's Devil Fruit abilities. Don't try to deny it; if there wasn't a shred of basis, we wouldn't have even speculated..."
Staring directly ahead, his face suddenly turned pale, and Marshall D. Teach, who was full of disbelief, Itachi said somewhat bluntly: "Be straightforward. Let's make a deal!"