As a well-known Bounty Hunter organization, Baroque Works has established many strongholds centered around the ancient kingdom of Alabasta, with Whiskey Peak being one of the most important among them.
Baroque Works arranged four Advanced Agents at Whiskey Peak.
As soon as the town’s bell rang, the four gathered to discuss how to deal with the pirates.
Whiskey Peak is a mountain in name, but it is actually a small island.
The Bounty Hunters on the island all belong to Baroque Works, but unlike those foot soldiers, the four of them are Advanced Agents and have their own exclusive code names within the organization.
Riding a pet duck and running in like the wind, the one who is a Bounty Hunter on the surface but actually the Princess of Alabasta—and a Transmigration soul at heart—is Nefeltari Vivi, whose code name in the organization is Ms.
Wednesday.
A middle-aged man, two meters tall with strange curly hair, nodded slightly when he saw her arrive; this was Igaram, the Captain of the Alabasta Royal Guard.
The middle-aged man and Vivi had joined forces to make quite a name for themselves among the Bounty Hunter community.
After becoming famous, they were recruited by Baroque Works.
To prevent suspicion, the organization’s high-level management intentionally separated the two.
Now, Igaram’s code name is Mr.
8, and his partner is a dark-skinned woman with knotted muscles.
The woman’s code name is Ms.
Monday.
Unlike Chang Wei, this woman possesses a literal, innate Divine Power.
Vivi’s partner is a young man with the code name Mr.
9.
He wears a bright green suit with a thick red scarf tied around his neck, looking quite arrogant as if he is afraid people won’t notice the crown on his head.
The crown is definitely fake.
This guy has just read too many stories about princes and princesses and somehow came to the bizarre conclusion that he is also a prince.
His actual combat ability is a total mess; his only advantage is that he is exceptionally brave when he gets hot-headed.
Of course, to put it bluntly, that behavior is just being incredibly reckless!
Baroque Works has truly grasped the essence of “men and women working together makes the job easier.” With Mr.
8 Igaram partnered with the naturally strong Ms.
Monday, and the hot-headed Ms.
Wednesday, the four of them are the Advanced Agents in leadership positions at Whiskey Peak.
In the group of four, two are spies, one is an easily agitated idiot, and one is a simple-minded woman with more brawn than brains.
This is the current state of Whiskey Peak…
Princess Vivi’s predecessor wanted to find Baroque Works’ plan to subvert Alabasta and the mastermind behind it.
This problem is not a big deal for a transmigrator at all.
She could reveal the truth, go back to a life of luxury, wait two years for her cheap old man to fall ill, play the role of a filial daughter for a few days, and then succeed the throne as Queen.
However, considering the actual situation, she cannot do that yet.
She has the memories of the language, living habits, and daily actions, but she is not the original person after all.
It has only been a month since she left the royal palace to go undercover at Baroque Works.
If she goes back now, some clever people will surely notice her abnormalities through small clues.
Another reason is that the royal palace’s protection is too good and too comfortable; her cheat wouldn’t have any room to be used.
Considering several factors, she plans to continue this promising job as an undercover agent.
She can’t say for sure, but she wants to work here for at least a year.
After a year, even if her abnormalities are discovered when she returns, she can use her undercover experience as an excuse.
The predecessor needed to keep a low profile and dance on the edge of a knife, which was the right choice.
She doesn’t dare to be too reckless, but she doesn’t need to be that cautious either.
Since the beginning of her Transmigration, she gained leadership over the entire Whiskey Peak without spending much effort.
As soon as Vivi arrived, she didn’t bother with pleasantries and directly assigned tasks to the others.
“Mr.
8, you will still handle the welcoming duties.
Smile more and let those pirates see our kindness.”
The middle-aged curly-haired man nodded vigorously.
This was an old retainer who had come undercover with her.
While his abilities might be questionable, there was no need to worry about his loyalty; he followed Vivi’s orders with unconditional obedience.
“Ms.
Monday, you and I will lead the Sales Team.
I’ll be responsible for making them shell out money, and you’ll be responsible for beating them up.”
Ms.
Monday resembled those female bodybuilding champions from Vivi’s past life; her muscles were so developed she hardly looked like a woman.
However, her voice was very thin and sounded quite gentle, with no trace of hostility at all.
At this moment, she accepted the job as a thug.
“As for the rest…” Vivi pointed at her partner, Mr.
9, who constantly claimed to be a prince.
“You’re more of a joker…
no, I mean, you have more royal majesty.
You’ll be in charge of…
in charge of the Hype Team.
Didn’t you say before that you hired a few acrobats?
Call them all up and liven up the atmosphere.”
Similar arrangements had been rehearsed before, so the three of them had no issues.
They left to prepare for “welcoming” the pirates coming from afar.
Mr.
8 Igaram stayed behind.
His face was long, and his expression toward Vivi was full of concern.
After Mr.
8 and Ms.
Monday had walked a distance away, he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
The young girl waved her hand casually, signaling him to speak if he had something on his mind.
Igaram coughed once.
“Princess, Your Highness…
*cough cough*, Ma-ma-ma—”
The girl quickly interrupted his unique intro, which sounded like he was warming up his vocal cords.
She didn’t know if this uncle had a throat problem or was naturally short of breath, but he had to say “Ma-ma” twice every three sentences.
Since her Transmigration a few days ago, she had already heard it over a dozen times.
“Stop, stop!
Mr.
8, we are in the enemy’s nest.
If you say ‘Princess, Your Highness,’ won’t we be exposed?
Don’t call me by my name, call me by the code name Ms.
Wednesday.
In public, we aren’t supposed to be that close!” Vivi earnestly advised the old retainer.
What could she say?
A princess of a nation, the sole heir to the country, plus a Captain of the Royal Guard with a distinctive personality and prominent appearance who says “Ma-ma” at every turn—in this world where photographs exist, these two famous people ran into enemy territory to gather evidence without any makeup or identity processing.
Was there any intelligence to speak of in this operation?
This kind of infiltration was practically child’s play!
But to avoid exposing the fact that she had replaced the original Vivi, she had to continue acting out this child’s play of an infiltration.
She would stay undercover as long as she could, and if she really couldn’t keep it up anymore, she would deal with it then.
The middle-aged man warily covered his mouth as if he had leaked some critical information.
He lowered his voice to the extreme: “Ms.
Wednesday, have you found any clues related to Mr.
0?”
Clues?
I know exactly who he is, so why would I need to look for clues?
But saying that now would be completely meaningless.
The young Vivi had to put on a thinking expression.
After pondering for a while, she replied, “No, not a single clue.
Mr.
9 definitely doesn’t know.”
The old retainer also nodded with a troubled look.
“I’ve asked; Ms.
Monday doesn’t know who Mr.
0 is either.
This person is too mysterious; no one knows his true identity.”
You didn’t just go and ask Ms.
Monday directly, did you?
Vivi’s forehead was covered in black lines, her heart full of worry about the old retainer’s espionage skills.