Pirates: God Class Vice Captain

  Hearing Kenan's words, Burt's pupils couldn't help shrinking.

   "Changing six sides...? What do you mean by that?"

"Hehe... Burt, you should be very clear about what I mean by that... Haven't you noticed that the current Liumian is not what it used to be, I don't need to say it myself, you, because of your ability They are special and clear-headed, so they don't have to be on the topic, but the others...hehe, do I need to say more?"

  Burt couldn't believe it: "What are you going to do to them? Don't forget, you nodded to let everyone join. Now, you want to attack them for such a ridiculous reason?"

   "How could that be?" Kenan shook his head: "I'm also a member of Six Faces, and everyone's status is equal. What right do I have to do to them?"

   As he spoke, he handed Bert the bullet in his hand again.

   "Then, can I entrust you with this investigation task, Burt." He smiled, without opening his eyes, and just stretched out his hand again and said.

  Bert looked at the bullet in Kenan's hand.

  The story has been said for this sake, but it has actually been put on the table.

  Kenan's words are very clear, just ask him how to stand in line in this matter.

  If Bert chooses to bow his head to him, then everyone will be happy. Kenan has an extra right-hand man, and Burt will be spared.

   But if he refuses...

  I'm afraid that Kenan will not treat him with a smile, but directly shoot!

Thinking of this, Bert sighed helplessly in his heart, but his hands were already ready to grab the bullet—although he is a pirate, he is also the captain of the Night Shadow Pirates. Taking it for granted, he had to worry about his subordinates, especially...the guys under his subordinates seemed a little too weak in front of the other six sides.

   But at this moment, Kenan suddenly frowned and looked aside, where a voice suddenly sounded.

   "Mr. Burt, if there is nothing too important, my master would like to invite you to meet..."

   Kenan smiled slightly: "Why hide? If there is something to do, come out and say it."

  The voice sounded again: "I'm sorry... I don't have the guts to stand up in front of Blood Eye Kenan... I don't care about myself, but if the master's secret is revealed, I will die."

   Kenan didn't say anything, but the smile on his face deepened.

   "Your master?" Burt asked strangely, and the hand that was going to take the bullet also stopped in mid-air.

   "The owner's name is...John I. Rockefeller."

  The voice sounded faintly, but Burt's complexion changed drastically, and Kenan also showed a slightly astonished expression.

   "You mean...the number one intelligence businessman in the black market, the one...John who left the Rockefeller family many years ago and whose intelligence network spread all over the world?" Burt asked in surprise.

   "Exactly, if you have nothing to do, please leave immediately, the master has no time to wait for others to ramble."

  Hearing this, Burt frowned and looked at Kenan.

Kenan smiled slightly, slowly held the hand that held out the bullet, and took it back: "It doesn't look like a fake... Hehe, it's not easy for such a big man to make people wait too long, then... you should go ahead Let's go."

   "Hmm." Burt nodded, although he didn't know why the famous John Rockefeller would look for him, but anyway, it was a help to him.

  Following the voice, he slowly walked into the night.

Kenan kept smiling, stood there quietly, and watched Burt go away—with his strength, it was easy to follow, even if he wanted to follow the voice and catch the speaker, it would be no problem, but He didn't do that.

  There is no other reason—John Rockefeller, no one is willing to offend him casually. God knows, what secrets are hidden in the hands of this top intelligence dealer in the black market!

  As for Bert... Although he didn't make a clear statement, judging by his reaction, it's almost the same.

  Thinking of this, Kenan turned around.

"gone back."

  ...

  …

After walking not far, Bert met a short man in a black suit and a dog-like hat on his head. When he saw Bert approaching, he smiled strangely and turned around. , and walked with Bert.

   "That Rockefeller, why did you invite me?" After walking for a while, the two arrived at a house not far from the port, and Bert asked.

   "Hehe, the reason is actually very simple." The dog hat didn't speak, but there was a voice at the door of the room.

  Bert looked around and saw a man in a tuxedo walking in with a smile on his face.

   "Ordinary people...?" Burt glanced at this person with a puzzled expression.

  The other party nodded: "Yes... I am just an ordinary person. At best, my body is a little stronger than ordinary people, without domineering, and without fruit."

   "Are you Rockefeller?"

   "Hehe...Although I don't really want people to remember me because of my surname, there is nothing wrong with you saying that." The man in the tuxedo said with a smile.

   "Sorry, I was rude."

   "It doesn't matter." John I. Rockefeller waved his hand, "Speaking of which, you asked just now, why did I invite you?"

   "Actually, the reason is very simple... I just want to help you."

"help me?"

"Because...you are that Du Hang's friend, and I just want to make friends with Du Hang. I helped you, and then I got in touch with Du Hang. There is a reason... This can be regarded as what you need. .” Under Bert’s gaze, John said with a chuckle.

  Bert frowned: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. That Du Hang and I just met once, and we are not friends at all."

   "Such words are meaningless to me, an intelligence businessman."

  Seeing that John was so sure, Burt didn’t continue to do useless work. Anyway, the fact that he was helped by John Rockefeller has become a fact, and he can’t change it even if he wants to.

  He asked: "According to what you said, Du Hang is really on this island?"

"I do not know then."

  Although Rockefeller didn't say anything, Burt had already heard the implication.

  John nodded to him: "If you want to stay here to avoid Kenan, please feel free, and I will excuse you first."

   "Can I ask a question?" Hearing this, Burt said.

John tilted his head, "Ha... I am also an information businessman anyway, and if I want to ask questions, the price will be high... But this time, I used you anyway, and depending on the situation, I may answer you for free, just ask .”

   "Thank you." Burt said, "So, who the **** is Kenan?"

  Hearing this, John laughed softly.