Morgans is a birdman.
Bird-Bird Fruit·Albatross form.
Since his debut as a reporter, he has maintained his orcish form, with a big beak, small eyes, white feathers, a big tail, and wing-shaped hands.
No one has ever seen his true face.
He also knows that he has offended many people and is afraid that his appearance will be remembered.
If the news about Artificial Devil Fruit hadn't been so exciting this time, he wouldn't have come all the way here.
Follow Crocodile into Rain Banquet, enter the VIP room, and the room suddenly begins to sink.
The two bodyguards brought by Morgans were both shocked:
"It's actually an elevator!"
"Be careful, Mr. Morgans!"
The two bodyguards did their duty and were alert to the surrounding situation.
Crocodile put one hand in his suit trouser pocket, took out the cigar from his mouth with the other, and said with a low smile:
"This is my secret base. To outsiders, you are the first to visit."
"So this is the headquarters of the intelligence organization Baroque Works?"
Morgans The bird hand touched his chin.
Baroque Works is an intelligence organization that has emerged in Underworld in recent years. Its scope of activities is mainly concentrated in the first half of Grand Line and some areas in the southeast Northwest Four Seas.
As long as you give money, any information will be sold.
In the same way, as long as it is interesting information, I will spend money to buy it.
Especially the information related to Devil Fruit only provides that someone holds Devil Fruit. This alone can get millions of Beli bonuses.
However, in today's sea, Devil Fruit is not just Devil Fruit, it also means the ticket to eternal life.
Therefore, the value of this thing has also increased.
The most recent transaction price on the black market was 500 million Beli.
The buyer was a certain king of the South China Sea. After buying the fruit, he was robbed on the way back.
I heard that there is a traitor among my own people.
Morgans recalled the information about Baroque Works, combined with Crocodile, suddenly took out Artificial Devil Fruit...
"Could it be fake news? You want me to help you promote Artificial Devil Fruit, and then make money from those people who have the dream of immortality?"
"Ah?"
Crocodile frowned, what is this guy talking about?
But then I thought about it and reacted immediately.
"This thing is real, you will see it soon."
The elevator stops at the deepest point underground.
Under the leadership of Crocodile, Morgans came to a living room.
The bodyguard was blocked outside and only Morgans was allowed to enter.
In response, Morgans just waved his hand and followed Crocodile through the door.
As the door behind him was closed, Morgans saw an unexpected person on the sofa in the living room.
"Hundred Year Swordmaster, Yamamoto Genryusai!"
Morgans raised his brows and showed an expression as expected:
"After so many years, your appearance has not changed at all. Sure enough, you also got Elixir of Immortality at the Hachinosu Island trade fair."
Dimon was sitting on the sofa, holding a cane, raised his chin, and signaled:
"Sit."
"It's really surprising. There is more than just Crocodile behind Baroque Works... No, it should be said that the person behind it is you."
Morgans calmly sat across from the sofa, crossed his legs and crossed his chest with his hands.
"Big News Morgans, this is Big News Morgans. If it is published in the newspaper, it will definitely cause a sensation."
"I should have thought of it earlier. Crocodile was also at Hachinosu Island back then. You two were acting together!"
"So, was it your idea to make money by selling fake Devil Fruit?"
What fake fruit?
Dimon's eyes narrowed slightly, Observation Haki listened to Morgans's voice.
[Devil Fruit is now anchored to Elixir of Immortality. There is very little circulation on the market. Any one that appears will cause competition.]
[At this time, if you take out Artificial Devil Fruit for auction, you will definitely make a fortune. What a genius idea!]
[Should I do this business? If so, what percentage should I charge...]
What is this all about?
Dimon had a speechless expression on his face.
Should I say that Morgans's mind is too clever, or that common sense constrains people's imagination.
Is there a possibility that Artificial Devil Fruit is real?
Don't you think about it in this direction?
"Go get the stuff."
Crocodile nodded, quickly took out a treasure box, placed it on the tea table and opened it.
Morgans saw Artificial Devil Fruit in the treasure chest, and his face was filled with wonder:
"It's very well made, for a fake. However, are you too careless? The pattern on the peel is wrong."
"Guhahaha, the bird in the well." Crocodile mocked. "It's true. If you eat it, you have a one-tenth chance of becoming a Zoan ability user."
Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he must believe it if his elder brother says so.
"What?"
Morgans was stunned for a moment, looking back and forth between the two of them. After confirming that it was not a joke, his eyes gradually brightened.
"Big News Morgans, this is Big News Morgans! It's really better! However, how much benefit are you prepared to give me..."
Before he finished speaking, Morgans stood up suddenly, clenched his two feathered hands into fists, and assumed a fighting posture.
"I am naturally very sensitive to malice. Just at that moment, Yamamoto Genryusai, did you want to take action against me?"
"Malicious?"
Dimon smiled slightly, slowly stretched out his hand, and pointed at the other party with his palm in the air. "Are you talking about this kind of thing?"
[Fa]!
Life Energy was released from the body and turned into the invisible Haki. After injecting malice into it, it clung to Morgans like the devil's minions.
"What is this!?"
Morgans's pupils shrank, and he seemed to be standing naked in the ice and snow, a chill coming from the spinal cord spreading throughout his body.
His face was covered with fine cold sweat, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
With a plop.
Morgans's knees softened and he fell to the ground. With a horrified expression, his breathing was very rapid.
"This is called malicious intent. I was just thinking about how to take you in."
Dimon stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand to pinch Morgans's neck, and lifted the birdman up.
Morgans doesn't understand. I shouldn't have offended this old man, right?
"Wait, wait a minute... what do you want?"
"I accept your News Bird Group."
"Impossible!" Morgans opened and closed its beak and spoke with great effort, "Only I can order those News Coo. They are all creatures raised since childhood and will not obey other people's instructions..."
"Of course I know this, otherwise World Government would have killed you long ago. You are still alive now, thanks to those lovely News Coo."
Dimon smiled faintly and activated Demon Creation:
"But you have offended me many times before, as punishment..."
When did I offend you?
Morgans was speechless, and darkness swallowed him up.
After a while, a featherless birdman reappeared.
"Feathers, where are my feathers?!"
Morgans screamed from his mouth, the scream was full of despair.