Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 557: Kizaru’s Call (34)

In fact, in his mind, Sihai is no longer a threat.

So what if there are many legendary figures coming and going?
Ron is confident that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the unknown legend, or even surpass it!

What he needs now is foundation, a lever that can pry open the government's authority, instead of continuing to waste time in the four seas and pirates, wiping out the supernovas of the worst era.

Standing at different heights, "being enemies" is a joke in itself.

Under this premise, the four seas are just a place for him that needs to be closely monitored but there is no need for it.

Just like when you wake up in the morning, there is a glass of milk and a bowl of spicy hot pot on the table...

You can eat it, but you don’t have to!

Seeing that Ron did not stop him, Wazzat continued, "The establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption and the several major investigations conducted by the headquarters have left the East China Sea pirates in a state of collapse, leaving them with almost no room for resistance."

"As long as there are no problems with the supervisory bodies, this situation will not change."

This is an inevitable truth. Corruption always starts with the rulers, not the people.

The chaos of the Great Pirate Era can be summed up in three words.

"Gold from the sky"!
It was the Celestial Dragons who sent the world into the abyss with their own hands. On the one hand, they angrily scolded the untouchables for their audacity in violating the will of the God of Creation, and on the other hand, they continued to do as they pleased and refused to repent.

"So relatively speaking, the value of my existence can hardly be reflected."

"With the ICAC in place, Donghai is as stable as a rock."

Wazzat said sadly: "Plus... I am old, Lieutenant General Canglong."

"I'm not a fighter, and I can clearly feel my physical fitness rapidly declining. My energy is not as good as before."

"After the organization was rebuilt, I had to handle even the smallest bit of official business until late at night."

Wazzat raised his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.

"So I think that the assassination unit has been reborn, and it's time for me to step down and give opportunities to more energetic young people."

In other words, give Ron the space to cultivate his confidants.

Will the older generation of assassination team members be reused?

Yes, but only a very small number.

If Chatun is willing to return to the assassination team, Ron doesn't mind giving him a position second only to the emperor.

But more often than not, they won’t.

Because they belonged to the "previous batch" and had no connection with Ron, and because of the betrayal in the New World, they were labeled as suspicious in Ron's mind.

One advantage, one disadvantage.

Wazzat believed that Ron could understand what he was trying to say.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but every second felt like a year to Wazzat.

The whole person felt like being in a furnace, extremely hot and unbearable, but dared not move at all.

Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead to his lapels, and the tingling sensation was extremely uncomfortable, but Wazzat held back.

It wasn't until a gust of sea breeze blew in from the window behind me, bringing a cool feeling to my sweat-soaked back, that I felt a little better.

After a long time...

"Congratulations on convincing me, Mr. Wazzat."

call!
Hearing these words, Wazzat let out a long breath that had been stuck in his chest. He felt his legs go weak and he almost couldn't stand.

"Thank...thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome. I just want to believe that a guy who is willing to take risks and act tricky in front of me to protect his family has the guts to do something irrational."

"I……"

In an instant, a terrifying murderous intent enveloped him, and Wazzat could no longer stand still. With a plop, he sat down on the ground.

With the gaze of death locked on him, Wazzat turned pale and trembled all over.

"but……"

Swish!
The murderous intent was instantly withdrawn, and Ron shook the red wine glass as if nothing had happened.

"I need you to stay alive and send a signal to the outside world."

"Tell those guys like you that as long as they follow me and work hard, the rule that the assassination team walks in and leaves sideways can be changed."

There is no despair where there is hope.

Without despair there is no resistance.

When there are no worries, there is almost no soil for the development of incidents like the New World.

The betrayal of the regional manager was hilarious. After the assassination unit was disbanded, he made use of his intelligence network to conduct many transactions with pirates and enriched himself.

Later, when the army was reorganized, he was afraid that his crime would be exposed, so he chose to conceal the information and take no risks.

It was such a trivial threat, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, that triggered the complete defeat of the New World Front.

The psychology of the people is actually easy to understand.

No?
Ron thought that it would be better to treat the management of the assassination team as a training exercise, to do some...simulation test questions for ruling the world in the future. Killing is just a means, not an end.

"Yes, I will always remember your kindness, sir. I will do my best to help... uh..."

From heaven to hell and then from hell to heaven, Wazzat's heart was beating rapidly and he spoke without thinking.

But halfway through the conversation, I suddenly realized that this was not something that should be said out loud.

"Okay, take this card."

Ron waved his hand and placed a gold card on the table.

"I will erase all traces of you in the assassination unit. Your achievements, your past, your grudges, whatever they are, will no longer exist."

"In the future, you will no longer be the manager of the East China Sea Branch of the Navy's Assassination Force Intelligence Department. You will just be a pirate who escaped from the Grand Line, met me by chance, and sold intelligence under the cover of being a chef. Do you understand?"

In other words, all the efforts and hard work that Wazzat had put in over the past thirty years would vanish into thin air.

This is the price you have to pay for leaving.

Without light, shadows will disappear.

Wazzat was silent.

Then he stretched out his hand and reached for the gold card with determination.

Compared with one's past youth, the future of one's family is more important.

Brubru...brubru...

At this moment, the voice of Den Den Mushi suddenly rang out. Ron frowned silently, wondering who would call him at this time.

Taking out the blue Den Den Mushi that represented his private phone, Ron motioned for Wazzat to leave, then answered the call.

"Moshimoshi, Ron?"

With this opening, Ron remembered only one person.

"General Kizaru, how come you have time to call me today? And..."

"I actually got the right Den Den Mushi!!!"

Ron looked horrified.

Kizaru: “(╬◣д◢)!!”

I'll give you a chance to reword your words!
"Right, I told you that something was wrong with you today, old man!"

"Just go in and find the right Den Den Mushi!"

From a distance, Ron heard Sen Taomaru's voice coming from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.

Ron nodded deeply at this.

"I think he must be a fake. There's no way Admiral Kizaru can find the right Den Den Mushi!"

"Let's do it, Zhan Taomaru! Let's take him down first!"

"Ok!"

Zhan Taowan spat and took down the giant axe, shouting, "We are in Shampoo Land, Vice Admiral Canglong, please help me contact the headquarters and request support!"

Then...

"You dare to pretend to be an old man? Take my axe!"

Kizaru: "..."

Should I be happy that you defend me like this, you bastard?!

But please change the way you address me first, you bastard!

Whoosh...Bang!!
The Den Den Mushi pouted its mouth cutely and turned its head along with the volume of "whoosh", trying its best to imitate the sound coming from the other side.

This sound effect, this explosion volume, hmm, it's definitely Kizaru.

Ron took a sip of wine as if nothing had happened. "Come to think of it... I don't know what you want from me, Admiral Kizaru? Let me make it clear first. I'm in trouble now. Don't mention anything."

“Cough… cough cough… bastard!”

However, he didn't wait for Kizaru to answer. On the other side of Den Den Mushi, Zhan Taomaru stood up with an axe in his hand: "Be careful, Vice Admiral Soryuu. He not only imitated the old man's appearance, but also his movements."

"But I won't tell you!"

Zhan Taomaru leaned back slightly and pointed his index finger at Kizaru: "The old man always kicks me with his right foot, never with his left foot! He always kicks me in the face, never in the stomach!"

"I am the most tight-lipped man in the world!"

Kizaru: "..."

"Sorry Ron, I'll call you back later."

"Uh, please."

Ron hung up the phone in a daze, and suddenly felt that he had discovered some incredible secret.

At the same time, he deeply doubted whether Zhan Taowan would be killed to silence him.

(End of this chapter)