One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel was on the phone, his wry smile suggesting he was quite aggrieved; few people could elicit such an expression from him.

Loya stood silently at the door, waiting for Lieutenant General Momonga to hang up the phone before knocking on the open door.

"come in."

When the flying squirrel saw Loya, his head started to throb. The person he had just spoken to was Teacher Zephyr.

I wonder what Teacher Zefa sees in this kid that makes him so protective of him. Could this kid really become a great general?

Shit!

With such a despicable character, if he were to become a general in the future, he would devour the entire table, leaving not a single crumb!

The flying squirrel came to the sofa area and said in an annoyed tone, "Sit down and let's talk. Don't be so formal. I can at least be considered your senior brother."

"Yes!"

Loya sat up obediently.

Senior brother has a higher seniority, so listen to him!

The flying squirrel sized up Loya, growing increasingly annoyed. The more obedient the kid was now, the more ruthless he could be when provoking people.

Forget it, I don’t have the same knowledge as him.

The flying squirrel said in a deep voice, "Loya, I originally planned to assign you to the Ninth Squadron, which is the Prison Squadron, but you brought more than two hundred people, which disrupted my plans."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, senior brother."

Loya was very cooperative, even addressing him as "senior brother".

From now on in the G-1 branch, Senior Brother Flying Squirrel will be like a brother to him. Anyone who dares to bully him will have to ask Senior Brother for permission first!

The flying squirrel's lips twitched. How could he not see through Loya's little scheme? He was just being polite. Teacher Zefa had thousands of disciples. Did he think he could build connections with all of them?

"Ahem, you should just call me Lieutenant General."

"Okay, I'll listen to my senior brother."

"I said call me Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!"

"I understand, Senior Brother Flying Squirrel."

Loya started to play dumb, saying, "You were the one who said we were fellow disciples. If you're so capable, go and complain to Teacher Zephyr!"

The flying squirrel's face darkened.

Damn it, I taught that kid a lesson yesterday, how could I have been so careless? That kid can climb to the sky if he keeps following the same path!

"Junior brother, cough cough cough, Luo Ya!"

The flying squirrel straightened its face and said, "I went to see your men this morning. From now on, you will be in charge of leading them."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Loya's eyes lit up.

My senior brother is a really nice guy.

"You're welcome."

The flying squirrel sighed softly, its gaze distant.

Damn it, junior brother, do you think I wanted to arrange things this way? Nobody wants those idiots, okay?!

The officers of each squadron in the branch were at least major generals, and none of them wanted to take over that group of rogue marines.

Who wants to cause trouble for themselves?

As the base commander, he could indeed force Loya's subordinates to be assigned to various squads, but he could not completely ignore the wishes of his colleagues.

The flying squirrel was also somewhat troubled.

"The current situation is that all the formations are at full strength and cannot accommodate more than two hundred marines at once."

"I understand, senior brother!"

Loya rubbed his hands together, looking very expectant.

"Since all the major fleets are full, how about we create a new fleet? I noticed that each fleet has its own responsibilities, but there isn't one specifically responsible for suppressing pirates. How about we call it the Pirate Extermination Squad?"

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The flying squirrel was a little confused.

Junior Brother Loya, you're just a lowly colonel, yet you're already trying to form a squadron, and a pirate-slaying squad at that?

The G-1 branch does not have a dedicated squadron for fighting pirates.

There are three main reasons.

Firstly, the G-1 branch's duty is the same as the headquarters: to guard the sacred ground. Without permission from higher authorities, it cannot send out large numbers of troops. Suppressing pirates can only be considered an extra task.

Secondly, the Four Emperors are the true rulers of the New World. Currently, the Navy and the Four Emperors maintain a state of non-interference, so the Navy cannot enter the territory of the Four Emperors without authorization, and its actions are restricted.

Thirdly, there is also the G-5 branch in the New World. They are the main force in fighting pirates, although they don't have much practical use and are mainly just for show.

In addition, the 10th squadron of G-1 is a patrol and security squadron. If pirates appear near the branch, the 10th squadron will be responsible for suppressing them.

The flying squirrel fell into deep thought. He wasn't considering the profits from the pirate extermination team, but rather using this as a reason to send Loya out, so as to prevent him from causing trouble within the branch.

"Let me think about it!"

Chapter 114 Senior Brother Flying Squirrel is Not a Chicken!

G-1 Branch Training Ground.

Bartolomeo and his men trained alongside the branch marines, exhausting themselves but their spirits remained undiminished.

Their stylish mohawks are what fuel their running!

"Men, give it your all! Don't let them look down on us!"

"The Mohican is the best in the world!"

Dazzling, extremely dazzling!

Inside the solemn fortress, the Mohican phalanx stood out as the most eye-catching figures, attracting the attention of all the marines.

Many officers and soldiers came to the training ground to watch the news, and they were all speechless for a long time when they saw the colorful mohawks.

"puff!"

Many officers and soldiers tried hard to suppress their laughter.

However, not all officers could tolerate the ostentatious Mohican formations parading through the streets; some even felt it was a desecration of the branch.

"Stop it right there!"

The commander of the 10th squadron, known as "The Thousand-Man Killer" Yuchimura, stood in front of the Mohican formation, his scarred face filled with rage.

He had just returned from a mission when he witnessed this outrageous scene.

"Whose subordinates are you?!"

"hold head high?"

Bartolomeo casually picked at his earwax, then flicked it with his finger, sending the earwax flying onto Juchimura's face.

Yuchimura's pupils trembled. He raised his hand to touch his cheek, looked at the earwax on his fingertips, and his mind went blank.

But what's even more infuriating is yet to come.

"Hehehe, you're asking who our subordinates are?"

Bartolomeo sneered arrogantly, "What's it to you? I'm not telling you. Come and hit me if you dare!"

"what?!"

Yuchimura's eyes were bloodshot.

Not only did they flick earwax at him, but they were also so arrogant and domineering!

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Enraged, Yuchimura drew his sword, leaped up, and charged at Bartolomeo, wielding the blade with both hands to slash at Bartolomeo's shoulder with all his might.

Although he was furious, the other party was, after all, a marine, and he hadn't lost his mind and wanted to kill him; he just intended to teach him a lesson.

However.

"Qiang!"

The blade stopped abruptly in front of Barto, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cut it down even a fraction.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginable force rebounded from the blade back onto his body. Caught off guard, Yuchimura coughed up blood and flew through the air, crashing heavily to the ground.

silence!

"Major General Yuchimura!"

Yuchimura's men rushed over and quickly helped him up, their eyes filled with anger and hostility as they looked at Bartolomeo.

"You bastard, what did you do to Major General Yuchimura!"