Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 146 Armstrong!!

After leaving the office, Ron released his Observation Haki and sensed that Zefa was not in the training square, but had returned to the recruit camp. He was standing on the podium, talking to a group of recruits.

Without disturbing him, Ron teleported to Zefa's office and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

Not long after, as the playground became noisy, Zefa came back.

As soon as he entered the door, Zefa was stunned for a second, then suddenly became furious.

"You didn't even knock on the door! Is this my office or your office?!"

After saying that, a fist as big as a sandbag came crashing down!
"Fuck!"

After a while, Ron rubbed his chin, which looked completely normal, and made a pot of tea for Zephyr with a smile.

"Calm down, teacher. I saw you talking outside, so I waited for you inside. By the way, what were you talking about with the new recruits just now?"

Zefa snorted coldly at Ron's deliberate attempt to evade the topic, took the teapot, poured out a cup and took a sip, then slowly explained: "The annual actual combat exercise is about to begin, I have to give these little guys some eye drops in advance."

"Actual combat exercise? Oh, I remember now."

There were three biggest things in boot camp, and Ron had only experienced two of them.

First, the year-end evaluation determines the ranking of new recruits among their peers.

Second, the Hell Island survival training at the beginning of the year is a shortcut to success.

Then there are the actual combat exercises happening now, in late summer, which get the new recruits out there and see blood, and teach them that the Navy is not an ivory tower.

Ron joined the Navy by coincidence. He was eligible to participate in the Hell Island Survival Training after only undergoing the year-end evaluation. He was then directly discharged from the camp and became a major general, so he had no idea about the actual combat exercises.

For ordinary soldiers, Hell Island survival training is the least of their concerns.

They spend the first half of the year preparing for actual combat exercises, and spend the second half working hard to shine in the year-end evaluation. It is normal for the best to participate in Hell Island survival training in the second year, and the mediocre to do two or three years.

"Ron, by the way..."

Zefa suddenly remembered something and said to him, "Do you want to come with me? The actual combat exercise is such an important matter. I must follow for safety. I don't have time to teach you."

Ron looked shocked and held up three fingers: "I still have three months of vacation!!!"

"You can practice on the boat too!"

Zefa said as a matter of course: "And you have nothing to do now!"

"Ganfor brought out a blueprint for an airship called the Ark. Vegapunk has sent back all of its airship units for modification. If you want to trade with them, it will take a few months. For now, you don't need to go to Jaya... No, the G-10 branch is in charge."

No wonder there were no airships on Gaya Island. It turned out that they were transferred back for renovation...

Ron thought silently, and suddenly looked up: "Wait? Ark? Is the full name 'Ark Maxim'?"

"It seems to be called this name, you know?"

Ron: "..."

It seems... this butterfly effect is a bit exaggerated!

With Vegapunk's scientific research technology and the design drawings of "Ark Maxim", then won't Ark Maxim be mass-produced? !

Then they are equipped with Qinghai's advanced weapons, and lined up in a mighty row to fill the sky.

Isn't it the Air Force?!
Ron couldn't help but sympathize with the pirate camp for three seconds. Before he could risk the world's disapproval and create the three ancient weapons, the pirates would face a challenge they had never faced before. The war model in this world is backward and fixed, and the strong decide everything. Facing this attack that transcends time and space, there is no way to avoid it.

In war, if air supremacy is controlled by the navy, the outcome will be...

It’s exciting just thinking about it!

Dozens of golden lions are dropping things from the sky. If they can't kill you, they will annoy you to death. Even the Four Emperors can't stay immune!
However, regarding the matter of escorting the new recruits with Zefa, Ron gloated for three seconds, then thought about it and agreed.

He didn't need to settle down now, he would have plenty of time to settle down when he was bored in the future. Now there were still three months of vacation, so the right thing to do was to learn more new things from Zefa, it was difficult to gain anything by working in isolation.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Okay, got it. I'll let you know when we leave. If you have nothing else to do, get lost and stop hanging around me!"

Ron: "..."

……

That night, at the headquarters of the Naval Science Force.

Caesar, wearing exaggerated makeup and a pink jumpsuit, huddled behind the door and looked out. His slender waist and cloud-like belt made him look like a cheap street gigolo.

The second phase of the lightning stimulation device was completed, and Caesar's house arrest order was naturally lifted. However, he did not return to Vegapunk immediately. Instead, he stayed at the Marine Headquarters and tried to produce the third phase. Then, he would show off in front of Vegapunk with his amazing achievements that would shock the world.

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Caesar: "What are you looking at?"

"Don't bother me, I'm waiting for someone... Ugh!!!"

Caesar replied subconsciously, then suddenly turned his head and shouted in surprise: "Major General Ron!"

The person who came was Ron. Except for the Marshal's office and the bedrooms of the bosses, the rest of the Marinford was unguarded to Ron. Of course, the first few were also unguarded, but Ron just couldn't afford to offend them. Ron used his Observation Haki to capture Caesar's position, and teleported over directly. As soon as he arrived, he saw the big butt twisting back and forth, and was immediately speechless.

"Stop! Stop it! Let's keep some distance!"

Seeing Caesar about to rush over, Ron took a half step back and raised his hand. A height of 2.5 meters was considered a giant in front of Caesar. As soon as he raised his hand, Caesar suddenly lost his direction. His steps could not help but slow down, and he stared at Ron by the corner of his clothes like a woman in the boudoir.

"Major General Ron, do you dislike me?"

Including the time at noon, it has happened twice!

I didn't seem to provoke him, did I?

Holy shit! !
Ron's scalp instantly went numb and goose bumps appeared.

Could you please be a little self-aware of this appearance?
Can you please not use such ambiguous words? !
Ron's mouth twitched a few times, and he turned his face away and sneered, "Oh, what else? How can you expect me to be nice to a guy who swindled experimental funds?"

Caesar: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is your new cannon?"

Seeing this, Caesar immediately became interested and waved at Ron.

"Here! I hid it in the deepest part of the lab. Not even Kizaru can find it!"

No, actually I have found it.

In the monitoring room, Kizaru drank tea silently and complained silently. Then he tilted his head with a weird expression.

"Ron is actually afraid of Caesar? What's going on?!"

Although there are transsexuals in the One Piece world, they do not understand the terrifying lethality of "coming out" to a straight man. Coupled with the previous "beautiful misunderstanding", Kizaru concluded an astonishing fact:

Ron, afraid of ghosts!

……

The Science Corps has ten floors above ground and five floors underground.

Taking the elevator down, the scientific team still had the familiar formula and the familiar taste along the way. Even though it was late at night, the laboratories were still brightly lit, and the weird researchers were experimenting with their weird inventions. From time to time, there were explosions and screams, and the scene was "full of fun".

Unlike projects like Vegapunk and Vinsmoke Judge, which are supported entirely by one person, the Science Corps has many skilled craftsmen, and its development to this day is due to the persistent efforts of countless people.

Most of these inventions will be rejected as having no practical value and will be kept as personal collections by researchers, but the accumulated experience will be sealed and protected so that it can be retrieved in time in the future. The technology of Den Den Mushi was developed from this, and the original thing was called Telegraph Mushi... So, understand?
When it comes to technology, the same is true of Caesar's new cannon.

Ding, senior scientific researcher card.

Drops, exclusive card.

After going through layers of identity verification, Caesar brought Ron to his own laboratory.

It's more like a factory than a laboratory!
Previously, most of the laboratories of various researchers were less than 20 square meters, and sometimes several people shared one. However, Caesar's laboratory on the bottom floor was huge, as big as a football field, with various robotic arms and parts piled up in their respective locations, filling up the football field.

As soon as he entered the door, Ron's attention was attracted by the huge can in front of him.

NO.3!

This is the number printed on the white metal can, and it is also the third phase of the lightning stimulation instrument in the experimental stage.

"Major General Ron, this way!"

However, Caesar did not explain anything to him. The Phase III instrument was only in the experimental stage, so there was nothing to explain. He waved mysteriously and led Ron to a metal door.

This door has no verification device and its opening and closing depends entirely on a winch. Caesar holds the winch with both hands and pushes forward with all his might.

"Ron...Major General..., can you... lend a hand?!"

"Tsk, trouble!"

Ron walked forward and grasped the edge of the winch with one hand. The winch, which caused Caesar to strain several muscles every time he opened it, was easily turned open by Ron with one hand.

Strange...monster!
Caesar was sweating and touched his forehead.

Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...

The dull sound of metal collision echoed in the quiet laboratory, as if a ferocious beast was about to wake up from behind the door.

When the door finally opened and the light shone into the secret warehouse, Ron looked at the huge, ferocious beast in front of him that exuded endless metallic murderous intent, and his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuck!"

It was a silver-white cannon with a barrel more than fifteen meters long and a caliber of over one meter, but it had a unique shape with only a fist-sized groove in the middle.

Looking at the unique shape, Ron was shocked.

"Is that you? Armstrong Spin Jet Armstrong Cannon?!"

(End of this chapter)