Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 736: The Pink Feather Man on the Uninhabited Island! (33)

Grand plans?
Smoker was shocked.

He had already smelled something bad. The man in front of him, who was a generation younger than him, seemed to have bad thoughts about those supreme celestial dragons.

This is a very simple truth. If the government gets the fruits of time, who will be the beneficiary in the end?

It is undoubtedly a Celestial Dragon!

"Oh, by the way, the Marshal also acquiesced to this matter."

Suddenly, Ron threw another bomb, which knocked Smoker dizzy.

"Impossible, the Marshal... the Marshal Akainu who is loyal to the government, how could it be possible!!!"

Ron shrugged.

"Believe me, if you knew what was going on, you would make the same choice. It was a last resort."

Any idea what happened?
As a last resort?
Smoker forced himself to calm down and looked at Ron seriously: "General Canglong, if I refuse, will you kill me to silence me?"

"will not!"

"why?"

"Because I will tell you the truth and force you to choose to join us. I have the confidence to do so."

Ron smiled easily and said, "Besides, it would be useless even if you report this to the Five Elders. They already know the truth. But in order to prevent any accidents, they will kill you to silence you."

"What? Even the Five Elders...!!!"

It has to be said that this series of news brought Smoker several times more shock than the existence of the Time Fruit!
He felt like his heart was about to stop beating out of nervousness. The cigar in his mouth had burned to the end at some point, and ash was all over his body.

Silence, endless silence.

After a long while, Smoker clenched his fist and asked, "What qualifications do I have to be recruited by you?!"

"Akainu" Sakaski, a veteran naval warrior and contemporary naval marshal!
"Blue Dragon" Ron, the new generation admiral of the navy, was known as the "strongest in the navy" after Garp was knocked away by Luffy's punch!
A plan endorsed by these two people is definitely extraordinary.

Smoker asked himself, what qualifications did he have to be able to join in?
"We don't want fists, fists are enough, we want heads!"

Ron thought for a moment and replied.

"Admiral Akainu has always been optimistic about your thorny style, but he hates the trouble you might cause even more if you don't know your limits."

"And now, as the head of G11, you have successfully found the balance between the two."

"Plus, G11 is located deep in the heart of the New World, far away from the emperor, which is very suitable for us to carry out some operations."

"In this way, do you understand?"

Based on strength alone, Smoker is definitely not a qualified candidate.

But he had the right time, place and people, and accidentally formed the most perfect match, which made him successfully enter the sight of the two.

Just one or two top fighters are not enough to complete Akainu's plan. They need the support of a larger army to protect world peace.

Thinking this way, Smoker becomes the best candidate.

They begin to have their own ambitions, are willing to take action to realize their ambitions, and have a sense of justice, so there is almost no possibility of them falling into depravity.

"I see……"

Smoker leaned back on the sofa weakly, covering his forehead: "...So from the first day you came to the East China Sea to find me, you were preparing for this moment?"

"No, it's not."

"Okay, I agree to join the plan! But I need to know the truth of the matter! If you do anything that is against the law, I will stop you even if it means death!"

“So I said, no.”

"General Canglong, please give me your guidance!"

A cross appeared on Ron's forehead and he threw a punch.

"Listen to me, asshole!"

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……

New world, uncharted island.

"It's so strange. There are obviously signs of living here, so why can't I see anyone?"

In a small hut deep in the forest, Kin'emon scratched the back of his head with a strange look on his face.

"The charcoal marks were left not long ago. Maybe they saw us coming, so they hid themselves?"

Kanjuro came out from the other side of the room and dusted off his shoulders.

"Really? We are definitely not pirate scum! Have we been misunderstood?!"

"Rather than that, hurry up and cook, Kin'emon!" Momonosuke sat on a chair and slapped the table. The big bump and blood on his head made him look extremely miserable.

"Yes, young master!"

Kin'emon nodded, walked to the corner and took the bag they had carried back.

"Although I don't know who put the shrimp cage on the beach, I will never forget your kindness. I will enjoy it with gratitude. Sorry for the rudeness!"

After saying that, he opened his pocket and took out a lively crayfish.

At this moment, Kin'emon's eyes fixed.

"Murderous!"

"Who is it? Who's here?"

Putting his hand on the hilt, Kin'emon said with a vigilant look on his face: "I am Kitsune Kin'emon, and these two are my companions! We were unfortunately shipwrecked and lost our food. We are definitely not thieves! If possible, please show yourself!"

Samurai are a group of people who value persistence more than life.

As retainers of the Kozuki clan, their every move is closely related to their master, so Kin'emon emphasized his tone to indicate that he and others are not thieves.

However, the room was silent, with only the three of them present.

After waiting for a while, Kin'emon put his hand down and pinched his nose.

"Huh? Could it be that I made a mistake?"

"What? Don't scare me, Kin'emon."

Kanjuro loosened his grip on the giant pen and said, "You take care of the ingredients first. I'll go outside and collect some firewood."

"Oh...oh! I see."

Scratching his head curiously, Kin'emon looked around, then squatted down and took out a lobster.

At this time...!
"Let go you bastard! There are so many fish, why do you have to eat lobster?!"

From the blind spot of vision, a pink unidentified object shot towards him, and the voice was full of anger.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, Kin'emon screamed and danced wildly, waving his arms around.

"It hurts, it hurts! Let go, let go!"

Momonosuke and Kanjuro: "..."

"Hey, Kanjuro."

"I am here, young master!"

"Am I dazzled? Is that... a stuffed toy on the cabinet?"

"Yes, young master, it is indeed the stuffed toy on the cabinet..."

Suddenly, the two looked horrified and hugged each other in fear.

"Monster!"

"The stuffed animal is talking!!"

At this moment, seeing that its attack was ineffective, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the pink plush toy's eyes. It opened its mouth, flapped its wings and flew onto the table.

"What a fuss! I am Dover... Lord Pink Feather. What's so strange about being able to speak?!"

"No, it's weird, okay?!"

Looking at the Flamingo stuffed toy's matter-of-fact look, the three of them roared with fangs.

"Tsk, they are just a bunch of ordinary people who don't know about the existence of the Fruit of Childishness..."

Flamingo... Doflamingo thought with disdain, and suddenly grinned, with his beak raised exaggeratedly to the left and right.

"But this is good, it proves that they can trust you temporarily."

Thinking of this, he crossed his wings in front of his chest with an arrogant expression.

"I wanted to steal your boat and drive it away, but it ended up in such a mess. You must be a bunch of idiots to drive a broken boat like this in the New World, right?"

"Hey, what you said is dangerous in every sense of the word!"

Kanjuro's mouth twitched as he looked at the flamingo doll on the table, which looked harmless but was actually despicable and evil.

"However, the fact that you can say this proves that you are indeed the owner of this house."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Kanjuro. If possible, could you give us some food? Of course, I'm not a thief. As a reward, you can ask for anything you need."

(End of this chapter)