The fact that someone tried to kidnap Makar did not spread within the Baroque News Agency, but through the unique contact information, all core members of the organization felt the pressure of the coming storm.
Taking action against Makar was equivalent to slapping the Black Earl directly in the face.
What happens next?
"Oh? What's the reason?"
Chambord Islands, Baroque Press Headquarters.
Makar, with a bandage wrapped around his clothes, looked at the phone bug with a cold expression.
Hearing this, the employee on the other end of the phone said: "They said that the merchant ship that purchased goods this time was attacked by pirates, so they were unable to provide more paper."
"ridiculous!"
Makar snorted coldly: "Don't talk about such a coincidence. If they don't even have this ability to resist risks, how can they have the qualifications to maintain a cooperative relationship with the World Economic News!"
"This is for us!"
After a pause, Makar continued to ask: "Where are the other suppliers?"
"Seven of them are temporarily closed and cannot be contacted. The remaining three said that someone has already placed an order for the goods in hand. At most... they can only provide half a ton of newsprint."
Makar laughed angrily.
"Half a ton?"
It’s not even enough to fill the gap between your teeth!
Although the Baroque News Agency has only just emerged, it has already occupied a large share in the press world. Taking the thickness and size of news paper as its center and radiation range, it requires at least one ton.
However, Makar was not hysterical. He hung up the phone and looked at other people in the office.
“How long will the inventory in the warehouse last?”
"At most... hold on for three periods!"
Yakemei, a former member of the Baroque Working Group who was sweating profusely, thought for a moment and answered quickly.
"Fifteen days!"
The newspaper in the Pirate World is updated every five days instead of daily, which is the envy of all online writers. After all, considering the inconvenience of transportation in this world, newspaper delivery relies entirely on the wings of a news bird.
A maximum of three sessions are allowed.
This means that the printing of the sea areas to be expanded in the original plan had to be cancelled, and it was just maintained as before.
For a rapidly developing enterprise, there is no doubt that it is quite unhealthy.
"President, why don't you suspend publication?"
Akma asked cautiously.
As a warehouse manager in the organization, Yakemei has never seen such a clean warehouse. After this issue of the newspaper was printed, nine out of ten warehouses were empty.
"No, publication must continue."
Makar shook his head: "Otherwise, the morale that was just raised will soon fall again, and it will be impossible to get up again."
"And... no matter how powerful they are, they can't stop businessmen from making money."
Makar sneered: "It's okay if the time is short, but if the time is long, those suppliers are not fools."
You have to deal with the Black Earl as soon as possible, and it will delay everyone's making money. Don't blame me for not turning your back on him.
"That's it. Let's all go back to work. Everything will be business as usual. The focus is still on the selection of the best employee of the year. I will take care of the rest."
Hearing this, although Yakemei and others were confused, they could only nod and leave the office.
After they left, there was a "click-click-click" sound of gears turning, and the bookshelf behind Makar suddenly rotated. Ajin sat on the chair and propped up his chin with one hand, and followed the bookshelf platform as it turned to face the office.
"Those who can do such a thing must be those giants of the dark world mentioned by the master."
Ah Jin's tone was neither sad nor happy, and his golden skin gave him a faint light, like a god.
In response, Makar bowed slightly: "Yes, otherwise those suppliers alone would not have the guts to provoke Mr. Lovett. It would be a huge pressure to take action against the forces under the command of King Shichibukai!"
"Oh, there is no pressure."
Under Makar's strange gaze, Ajin grinned.
"Dead people cannot feel pressure."
hiss……!
Taking a sudden breath, Makar noticed at this moment that the other black knight who was supposed to be in the secret room did not appear with Ajin!
Tick!
Standing up, Ah Jin walked to the window.
"Those people took action against us. The master's one-year agreement with Big Mom was just the trigger. The massacre and looting when the Baroque News Agency was established was the explosive barrel."
"Because we broke the rules and took advantage of legal robbery rights to touch too much cake."
"So they chose to threaten us in this way to let us know that in their world, some things must be done according to the rules."
"Ah!"
Having seen too many strong men, Ajin has become more and more calm, similar to Lovett's sense of majesty, but the ferocity buried in his bones destroyed this aura, making people dare not forget his former name.
:Ghost!
Ajin smiled contemptuously and said lightly.
"But do we need to play games with them?"
Bang!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, flames shot up into the sky in Area 26 in the distance.
The mighty fire dragon set the mangrove roots on fire, and countless people screamed and ran away, crying in unison.
Makar knew that there happened to be a paper mill in Shampoo that was one of the suppliers that refused to supply this time!
How reckless!
He couldn't help but think.
"Underworld tycoon" is a general term. They don't even know who is responsible for the crime. Doing so can easily arouse public outrage.
But then he clenched his fists.
But it’s so damn cool!
Not only did Makar not resist in his heart, but he was looking forward to it!
"The Baroque News Agency has risen too fast, so this lifeline is in the hands of others. After the fire is put out, you can ask around. You can get a lot of money from an abandoned factory where people died."
Ajin's expression was so cold that Makar couldn't help but shudder.
"yes!"
"In addition, please inform me that one will be burned every three hours."
"The target is up to them, as long as it is the factory of these ten suppliers."
Under Makar's frightened gaze, Ajin issued a cruel order: "There is no need to solve the problem, only the person with the problem needs to be solved."
"In this way, the mastermind behind the scenes will soon be unable to hold on anymore and will have no choice but to show up in person."
Speaking of this, Ah Jin smiled: "Isn't it much more convenient than your step-by-step investigation and collection of intelligence?"
"Yes...yes."
Cold sweat soaked his back and clothes, and Makar finally discovered why when he asked to follow Lovett after his breakthrough in strength, adults said he was not qualified enough.
Even if he was a pirate, had been a killer, and even received a bloody transformation, Makar would still subconsciously take human life seriously.
They will think that they are their own kind, they will enjoy the pleasure of killing their own kind, they will feel pity, and they will even feel the same.
But the Black Knight, obviously not!
They don't regard humans as ants, which is a kind of recognized contempt.
Do they treat humans as... kitchen knives?
Even if they accidentally cut their hand, the kitchen knife is insignificant in their eyes.
…
Shampoo Islands, Area 11, Chaos Zone.
"Sir, 'Hidden Division' Gibson has agreed to help us transport the arms into Chambord, and the first batch is on the way."
This is an extremely luxurious room.
It is even worse than the black market parlor in Lissendale. The crystal chandelier is inlaid with gold foil, making the light in an intoxicating bright golden color. Each of the ornaments and antiques used to decorate the walls can make ordinary people work hard for three generations.
, but here, they are not even properly disposed of, exposed to the sweet air filled with cigarettes and wine.
After hearing the report from his subordinates, on the goose-yellow sofa, Field's chubby face rested on the chest of a scantily clad young woman. At this moment, he turned his head and put his ear to her chest. He sat across from her with a large golden sword in his hand.
Umit of the wine glass said.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, this guy Gibson doesn't want to contribute but he also wants benefits. He's really getting an advantage."
Two women in red clothes who were accompanying the wine sat on both sides of Umit, their whole bodies almost pressed against Umit's chest, their cheeks were flushed, and their breath was blue.
It's a pity that Umit was not Fidel, and he didn't even look at them twice, his expression was still fierce.
"The opponent is the Shichibukai after all. He has one foot in the coffin, so it's natural that he won't take risks."
After that, Umit asked.
"Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"
"Just grabbing the newsprint won't make them submit. What are you going to do next?"
"Ah, let me think about it."
Field said with a smile: "News agencies have nothing more than three important factors, reputation, news quality, and delivery channels."
"Letting them run out of ammunition and food is just the beginning, don't worry."
"And those branches are far away, and the Black Earl cannot protect the entire Baroque News Agency. When necessary, we can start from the most basic parts."
Suddenly, Field's voice turned bone-chilling.
"people!"
The strict pyramid hierarchy makes their spies inside unable to do anything, but the largest number of people in the Baroque News Agency are still ordinary people. For them, who are at the commanding heights of the dark world, there is a lot to do.
"Humph, as expected of you, Field."
A hint of a sinister smile appeared on Wumit's face: "It would be great if you are willing to join forces with me."
"To each other, blah blah blah blah!"
The cold laughter caused the temperature of the room to drop sharply, and the barmaids trembled.
They knew that the more they knew, the more likely they would not be able to leave the room, so they tried their best to please Field and Umit, hoping that they would be merciful.
Being weak is really just a kind of sadness.
But just when Field couldn't help but tear open the thin clothes, suddenly, a loud noise made everyone stop.
Bang!
Boom!!
Immediately, a terrifying vibration came from the ground, and the room kept shaking. Amid the screams, the two people quickly rushed out of the door and entered the open space outside.
"Damn it! Why is there an earthquake at this time?"
Field yelled unhappily.
"No, this is the Chambord Islands, there is no possibility of an earthquake."
Suddenly, Umit said seriously.
Feeling something, Field raised his head in shock.
"What a big fire!"
When Wumit and Field started a series of repressive measures, Akin's counterattack left everyone dumbfounded. He used bloody and brutal methods to tell the dark world that either he would stand up and become our enemy, or he would stand aside and watch the show.
Anyone who dares to join forces with Umit and Field has no excuse for innocence.