Chapter 408

As Saab flew the Pluto warship across the coastline, the noise of the future kingdom came to an end.

But a storm sweeping the whole sea has just begun!

Donghai, Rogge town.

"Extra! Extra! Unprecedented in history, ancient weapons are now available, and the black count is defeated by the revolutionary army!"

"Great event! The real body of Pluto has been exposed, and the times may have changed greatly!"

Smog, who had just finished his breakfast and came out for routine patrol at the base, immediately choked on the peddling sound of the newsboy, took down his cigar and looked at the familiar gray uniform bordered with purple and black. Smog frowned silently.

"Baroque news agency?"

As a branch colonel of Rogge town in Donghai, smog is certainly different from most ordinary people in Donghai. He knows who is the behind the scenes boss of Baroque news agency.

To tell the truth, when he first found that Baroque News Agency began to establish branches all over the world, smog was firmly opposed. Even if the other party seemed very honest, it seemed that he was sincere only to expand his business scope.

But it was strictly prohibited.

Because the world's two largest newspapers, the other one, the behind the scenes boss of the world economic journal, Morgan, the "big news", is not very clean.

Since everyone is not clean, why can he or I?

Is this still a "legal" business?

So Smog's proposal was banned and no more mention was allowed.

The qiwuhai system has been abolished, which has destroyed the other party's largest source of income. If you haggle over such a small matter, you really annoy the black count. What should you do?

He said he didn't love money and didn't even touch money. Do you believe it?

Can you believe it?

But Baroque expansion does have other reasons.

I know that my next breakthrough must rely on the energy of the soul net, which will lead to the exposure of the soul net in the eyes of the world. At that time, all forces will send strong people to investigate its scope limit.

In order to hide people's eyes and ears and prevent them from connecting the big net overhead with their sphere of influence, lowett ordered the Baroque news agency and the underground market to extend outward in advance.

Anyway, the distance is too far, and the energy that can be transmitted is close to zero, so these people really come only for business and do not bear the heavy responsibility of nodes.

So the night of disaster has passed for so long that no one has connected the soul network with the Baroque news agency as the main node.

But.

There is no doubt that the black count is the behind the scenes boss of Baroque news agency.

They now release this news, obviously with ulterior motives!

"Hey, kid, give me a newspaper!"

Thinking of this, smog shouted to the newsboy passing by.

"Yes, sir!"

The boy with short orange hair quickly pulled out a newspaper with ink smell from his satchel and looked at smog with a smile: "thanks for your patronage, 300 Bailey."

Smog: "

Creak!

As soon as he grabbed his collar, smog stared at him fiercely: "kid, do you think I'm the kind of navy who doesn't know how to live high?"

After sitting in Rogge town for so many years, smog has memorized everything in Rogge town.

You can't hide anything from him.

The simplest truth is that if the prices of some things suddenly fluctuate in the town, it means that there is something wrong with the transportation line. It is rare that things are expensive that leads to a rise in prices.

The most common problem is being attacked by pirates.

Smog's nickname is "white hunter". If the hunter can't even notice the appearance of prey, he will blind his eyes.

Well, of course, because he is too capable, the pirate business in Rogge town has been cut down, and there have been price fluctuations. This is another matter.

Smog resolutely refused to admit that he was wrong!

The price of a newspaper between 100 and 200 Bailey is normal, 300 Bailey

"I'm being ripped off!"

(♪♪)

Smog looked at him sadly.

"Don't be timid, asshole!"

If ordinary people were grabbed by the Navy or a gangster like smog, the navy would have been panic stricken, but the newsboy still smiled very sunny, said.

"Listen to me, sir. This is the exclusive news. No one knows except us. In addition to the labor cost and material money for urgent copying, this price has been sold at a loss."

"Otherwise..."

The newsboy turned his eyes and said, "I still have a regular newspaper that should have been published here. Why don't you buy this?"

Then I hold my nose to rub other people's newspapers?

Smog twitched at the corners of his mouth and snorted.

"That's not necessary. Since it's an urgent copy, give me a copy."

"Remember, if you let me know that you deliberately bid up prices, I can't spare you!"

"Yes, sir, no problem, sir."

After receiving three Bailey, the newsboy took out the newspaper with a smile and continued to shout along the street.

Smog, the colonel of Donghai Rogge Town Branch, has a feud with count black, the boss of the boss. The employees of the Baroque News Agency branch in Donghai know this more or less. Smog also knows it. He just doesn't like their existence and doesn't get angry with a child.

Seeing the newsboy quickly surrounded by a group of people, smog shook his head, bit his cigar and began to look at the contents.

The more he looked, the more dignified his expression was.

Looking at the blurred picture, my lips closed seriously.

"The black count can't joke about such a big event, that is to say, the revolutionary army may really get it!"

"And!"

Noticing the small line at the end of the article, smog gasped.

"Something big is going to happen!"

That sentence is written like this.

[according to incomplete statistics, the number of casualties of the Navy stationed on the organ island in this incident was more than 1000, and less than 500 soldiers survived; while the dead troops under the black count...]

Smog doesn't care what's written behind it.

He cares about the first half.

"A Navy survived"!

Then these people are iron proof, which can help the black count clear his suspicion and make the revolutionary army the target of public criticism!

"Colonel, Colonel smog!"

Suddenly, a call came from a distance.

Smog looked up, and a few years later, the slim little and bandas Qi ran to him anxiously.

"You're just in time, Darth Qi. Go and inform the soldiers to prepare. I need to go back to the headquarters immediately."

"Ah?"

Before gasping for breath, she heard such a sentence. Darth Qi looked confused and asked subconsciously, "didn't you say you didn't want to be the base leader of the East China Sea general base, so you didn't go back?"

"That was before. Now the situation is different!"

Biting his cigar, he folded the newspaper and put it into the pocket of the jacket transformed from the navy uniform. Smog picked up the gloves on his beloved little motorcycle, put them on and looked back.

"I don't trust you to give the East China Sea to others!"

Once the revolutionary army can't bear the next storm, the East China Sea can't stay out of it.

Buzz! Buzz!

After that, smog ignited and shifted gears, rode an amphibious motorcycle called "Bilong a" and drove away quickly.

Darth Qi was stunned for two seconds before she reacted and shouted.

"Colonel, there's a call from Marshal red dog. Where are you going?"

But there was no answer.

Smog didn't seem to hear it and continued to move towards the scaffold.

Over there, a brand-new building stands on the edge of the square, which is the branch of Baroque news agency in Rogge town.

Since you decide to leave, it's the same when you answer the phone.

But in Rogge, some people have to knock now, just in case.

………………

Dashu swore that the title of the previous chapter was "driving? No, sailing!", which was issued after I actually checked it.

But what's the magic word swallowing judgment?

puzzled face

There's a little Carvin today. 3000 words in the next chapter is not enough to split two chapters, so we'd better be two watchmen.

I feel like I'm losing!

I didn't make up for it, and there were too many words [spitting blood]