Pirates Never Work Overtime

Haiyuan calendar year 1520·Beihai

Branch 76 Naval Base, Lieutenant's Office, Morse put his legs on the desk, listening to the ticking of the clock, leaning back on the office chair and rocking gently, humming an unknown ditty, it was really comfortable.

Already.

The clock kept ticking, and when it reached 12, a little bird suddenly popped out of the small door at the top of the clock, and at the same time it kept chirping "Cuck, Cuck, Cuck."

"Bang", the sound spread from the ensign's office to the entire office area. However, after the navy outside the door heard it, they were not affected at all and were still busy with their work without stopping.

At the same time, a white figure was seen passing through the crowd. Although it was fast, it did not affect anyone. Until the figure rushed out of the naval base office building, the final sound of the door closing still echoed in the corridor.

An old navy man looked at the figure flashing in front of him, with a wry smile on his lips. He looked at the young navy man beside him, who was still slightly shocked:

"Second Lieutenant, you are really full of energy! Look at this speed, it is really enviable. You kid must hurry up and train. When the time comes, you will be promoted. Remember to support me, this old guy."

"Haha, Uncle Harman, don't make fun of me. You don't know my qualifications yet. I've only been doing odd jobs at the base my whole life. Lord Morse's off-duty time is really accurate!"

"boom"

The old navy jumped up and gave him a hard blow. A big bulge was visible on the young navy's head. The old navy looked at his aggrieved look and was very angry.

: "You brat, pay attention to the attitude of your words. You can also comment on the second lieutenant. This is the treatment that a strong person should have. You kid should train hard. If you are not good at nature, you can make it up the day after tomorrow. Maybe one day you will be lucky enough to be able to eat and drink with the second lieutenant.

A devil fruit like an adult can also become an esper."

The surrounding marines all laughed when they saw this scene. Only those who have worked in the 76th branch for more than three years know why the old navy said this.

Morse quickly rushed out of the naval base and rushed into the only tavern in the town as fast as he could. He walked to his fixed seat, breathed a long sigh of relief, and lay lazily on the table facing the bar.

He waved his hand casually in the direction.

When the tavern owner saw Morse entering the store, he skillfully picked up the drinks and barbecue that had been prepared on the bar, and walked easily from the not very crowded crowd to Morse's seat, and gently

He placed the tray filled with food on the table, smiled, shook his head, and slowly walked back to the bar.

Mers's nose twitched slightly for a few times, and then as if he had been shocked by electricity, his whole body suddenly became energetic. He skillfully picked up the barrel wine glass, took a big gulp of cold beer, and shouted:

"Cool"

When the guests in the tavern heard this sudden shouting, they were not surprised at all, as if they were used to it. After all, one thing happened at the same time every day, so no one would be surprised anymore.

While Morse was drinking beer and slowly enjoying the barbecue on the tray, Haman rushed into the tavern in a panic and ran to Morse's side. He was out of breath and said while gasping:

"Mo... Mo... Mers... Sir, it's not bad..."

Seeing his appearance, Mers gently handed the wine glass over, patted his shoulder, and spoke gently with a hint of comfort in his tone.

"Uncle Haman, don't rush and have a drink first. Speak slowly."

Haman took the wine glass with a respectful expression. Feeling the strength coming from his shoulders, he slowly calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief before speaking in a very anxious tone about the purpose of looking for Mers.

"Reporting to the Second Lieutenant, Commander Kaiwen Base was attacked by pirates and is now seriously injured and still in a coma. The Adjutant ordered me to call you back as soon as possible."

Mers looked at the beer and barbecue in front of him with some reluctance. He sighed with regret on his face and muttered, "I have to work overtime again, it's true!"

Although he spoke reluctantly, his movements with his feet were not slow at all. He pressed his palm lightly on the table in front of him, and he had already passed Haman. In the blink of an eye, the real person had rushed out of the tavern. If anyone looked carefully

If you look at it, you will find that his movements are abnormal. He is clearly using an advanced technique that only a naval officer can master, the Sixth Style of the Navy - Shave.

Morse had returned to the naval base in the blink of an eye, and immediately saw Kevin lying on a stretcher, about to be carried to the infirmary.

At the same time, Kevin's adjutant also saw his figure, hurried to his side, pulled him aside with an anxious expression, and explained the current situation very quickly.

"On the way to escorting the pirates, Lord Kevin led us to be ambushed by the pirate group under the command of King Shichibukai Donquixote Doflamingo. Not only did they steal the pirates we were escorting, but the most important thing was

They also took away the Devil Fruit that the Celestial Dragons had planned. The other party was a Devil Fruit user. Mr. Kevin was accidentally attacked without checking. In addition, in order to protect us, he was seriously injured. If the other party's main goal was not for the Devil Fruit,

It’s not certain whether we can come back. It seems that it’s up to you this time. You must get back the Devil Fruit of Mers, otherwise the entire branch will be implicated, and your good days will come to an end. As for those sea people

Thief, you can take care of it yourself!"

When he said this, the adjutant's expression was very serious, but there was no doubt in his tone about Morse's strength, as if retrieving this Devil Fruit was a very simple matter for him.

Mers looked at the adjutant speechlessly. When he heard that his good days were coming to an end, he opened his mouth, and finally nodded helplessly. Although his tone was a little impatient, he agreed very seriously:

"I know, I will get it back. Remember to record overtime work for me this time. I will use it to compensate for my time off."

After speaking, he waved to the navy who had followed Kevin and the others back not far away, and motioned for them to lead the way.

Seeing his gesture, the navy quickly ran over and gave him a serious military salute before he could speak.

"Take me on board, and let's set off to chase those pirates who are so bold and brazen in attacking the navy!"

"Yes, sir, you come with me."

The adjutant looked at Morse's retreating back and showed an intriguing smile. He walked slowly to the base commander Kevin who was lying on a stretcher, leaned down and whispered in Kevin's ear:

"Sir, Morse has already set off. It seems that our plan has been successful."

As Kevin lay on the stretcher, a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and then he passed out with a smile on his face.

When the adjutant saw this scene, a trace of worry appeared in his eyes. He looked at Kevin, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of the plan that Kevin's base commander told him hesitantly when he and others were attacked:

"Lal, since the execution of the Pirate King, the sea has become more and more chaotic. The appearance of the King Shichibukai has added an accelerant. Now the pirates have begun to blatantly attack the navy. Morse

His strength must not be wasted here, he should go to the sea to defend the justice of the navy."

It is precisely for this reason that Kevin deliberately lets the other party steal the Devil Fruit easily, and even goes so far as to seriously injure the other party. At the same time, what Lal said to Morse came about.

Mers quickly boarded the warship following the lead of the navy, with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, and said softly to the navy beside him, "Let's go, hurry up and find those pirates and trash!"

It had been a long time since Mers was as angry as he was today. His hands tightly grasped the slender white knife handle at his waist.