Pirates Never Work Overtime

Mers leaned against the smooth wall of the Snake Cave, smoking a cigarette leisurely, watching Gnar shamelessly talking nonsense to the top leader of the world government, the Five Old Stars, and couldn't help but secretly

I admire it, even if ten of me put it together, I may not be able to spray it alone. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but grab Senbonzakura at the waist. As expected, it is more suitable for me to do it directly.

"What? You want me to take Morse back? Old man, what are you kidding me? It's not like you don't know this guy's strength. The few people I brought are not enough to kill him with one strike!" Nal finished.

He pretended to shout in the direction of Morse.

"Morse, you are going too far. You are my direct leader after all, why don't you just go there to save face? Forget it, let me explain it to the old men!" Don't say anything to Morse at all.

Taking the opportunity, he continued to speak directly to the phone bug: "Old man, you just heard it, but I asked, but he is also an admiral of the navy, and besides, he is a direct subordinate of Marshal Akainu, so we can't do too much.

Let's do it! Let's do this. I will confiscate all the gains he made on Snake Island this time. That's all right, not to mention that guy Wobi is not a good guy either. He actually hid important information like the 'Historical Text' secretly.

Not loyal to our world government at all..."

Mers was too lazy to continue listening until he was halfway through. This guy was just talking nonsense. Three out of 10 sentences were true. This guy was being honest.

Another person who had the same idea as Morse was one of the five old stars opposite the phone bug. He was wearing a dark green suit, bald, with a splayed beard, and a birthmark on his forehead. He was slightly chubby.

This person also knew Nal's character deeply, so he didn't believe Nal's words at all.

Moreover, the Five Old Stars are also very clear about the relationship between Nal and Mers. Of course, they understand that the fat man Nal is trying to cover up and cover up Mers's mistake in killing Wobina this time.

But how did Nal know that he was completely concerned about chaos. Regarding Morse's actions this time, the new Navy Marshal Sakaski had already said hello. Of course, the price was that Morse should go to the new world as soon as possible and let the new world

The monsters should be quieter, and the navy will also help the world government to suppress the revolutionary armies all over the world to a certain extent. This was also reached through multiple communications between the two parties.

As for why they proposed to take Meres to the Holy Land Marigioa, it was entirely because the Five Old Stars were too curious about the new navy commander. What kind of monster could sweep away the previous one at this age?

The king of the era has the power to suppress the new world.

"That's enough, Nal, I haven't settled the matter with you for sneaking out of the training camp! You should know that the rules of the training camp cannot be broken. If there is no satisfactory explanation this time, you should be able to imagine the consequences. I

I don’t mind letting Zero take you through a special training on what the rules are.” Although the bald Five Old Star’s tone was still so calm, Naal was inexplicably trembling, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Without thinking, he just blurted out: "What, my application for leaving the camp has been submitted. Those bastards must not have taken it seriously and didn't show it to you, but don't worry, I will question them when I get back.

You don’t even understand the rules, and I’m simply unworthy of your leadership.”

"You guys, forget about the harvest on Snake Island, we should handle it according to the old rules. Bring back the historical text as much as possible. I'm not talking about rubbings. And tell that guy Morse, the other companies behind you should try not to be too harsh. This

The most important thing is that the period is stable. And if you have had enough fun in the training camp, get out and go find trouble with the revolutionaries. They have been a lot more active recently, so stop here! You guys

Don't die, I'm still waiting for you to come back and beat you up!" At the end of the sentence, the bald Five Old Star's tone became rare and gentle.

"Hahaha, old man, are you worried about me..." Before he could finish his words, Nall found that the other party had hung up the phone, and then murmured: "You too! Old man, I still can't.

It hasn’t grown to the extent you expected!”

The sentimental atmosphere disappeared in a second. Nar looked at the huge historical text in front of him. He moved forward with a headache and tried to move it out. As a result, the "historical text" did not move at all, but he was panting from exhaustion and almost fell to the ground.

"Morse, come back here and help me get this thing out. I really can't do anything with him."

Mers, who had already walked halfway, shook his head helplessly when he heard this. This damn fat man really wanted to come out all the time, but he was just a friend! Since he had something to ask for, what else could he do, he could only do it.

Let’s talk about the top of the Red Continent, the Holy Land, Mariejoia, and the Right.

In the splendid hall, five old men with different shapes and serious faces were sitting or standing. The bald five-old star who had just put down the phone returned to his original expression again, as if the old man who cared about Nar just now had never appeared.

"We had a good guess before. That brat 'Wobbina' really hid a piece of 'historical text'. Now that guy is dead, I asked Nar to bring the thing back. Then we will know if it is what we are looking for."

Part of the content, after all, Shedao was also one of those guys’ allies back then.”

The other five old stars just nodded. These things had been communicated to everyone before, so of course no one raised any objections to this result. As for Gnar leaving the CP0 training camp without permission, there is nothing worth paying attention to.

, even if there is a problem, only the bald Five Old Stars are qualified to teach the other party a lesson, and the others have no interest.

"It seems that we won't be able to see that interesting kid this time. It's a pity that we once again missed the opportunity to see his demon sword. But it will take a long time... the longer the time goes, the more blood the strong man drinks in that sword.

The more there are, the more exciting it will be when the time comes to chop." Wearing a white Taoist robe, bald head, wearing glasses, and holding a demon-like sword, the tone of Daidai Guite Wu Laoxing's voice was filled with an unconcealable expectation and excitement.

Said slowly.

Among the few people, he is the only one who is really interested in Mers. After all, there are very few demon swords in this sea that can grow to the level of a harmless sword, not to mention that the opponent is a sword that can compete with Hawkeye.

Hao, how could he, who is also a swordsman, not be excited?

"You guy, forget it, if you do it then, restrain yourself. After all, that guy is still one of our own." After saying this, the huge power regained its tranquility, and the five old stars each played with their own things.

...

West Sea·Land of Flowers.

In the palace, the king, the 12th generation pillar Qingjiao, the 13th generation pillar Lao Cai, the 13th generation deputy pillar Abu and a group of ministers gathered here to argue about the next path of the new navy general 'White Snake' Morse.

Non-stop.

Qingjiao: "If that bastard navy brat dares to come here, I must let him know that the West China Sea is not a place where he can show off his power. We are not the trash like Wobina."

Lao Cai: "Old man, don't be joking. That guy didn't come alone. What's more, the navy in the West China Sea is not comparable to that group of guys in the South China Sea."

king:"........."

Ministers: "......"

Abu has only one thought in his mind now, and that is to be ready to intercept his boss, Lao Cai, who loses control at any time.