Pirates Never Work Overtime

"Mr. Morse, goodbye! Can you lend me your Senbonzakura next time we meet to take a closer look?"

Rogue Town Port.

Dasqi said goodbye to Morse with an embarrassed look on her face, but she still couldn't forget about Senbonzakura, which she had never pulled out with her own hands. Before, she had never pulled out Morse without permission when he was in a coma, and had always carefully placed it on the ink.

Charles's bedside.

Seeing his shy look, Mers was a little amused and nodded gently. But he couldn't help but think to himself, Dasqi is really obsessed with knives!

"Okay, I'll lend it to you next time we meet! Colonel Smoker, I'm so sorry that I bothered you to send it off in person!"

"You guys, are you in a hurry to leave just after you can go to the ground? Even if you go to the headquarters, you can't participate in this elite training camp. Why don't you take a good rest in Rogge Town for a while."

Smoker looked at the bandages on his body that had not yet been removed, with a hint of worry in his eyes, as well as a reluctance that a free coolie was about to leave.

"It's okay. This minor injury can be taken care of by the headquarters, so I won't trouble you here. Otherwise, it will be bad if I delay your task of suppressing the revolutionary army."

Looking at Dusqi, whose eyes were full of expectations, Mers still resolutely rejected Smoker's offer to stay. He always had a feeling that if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave at all in a few days.

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"Miss Dusky, goodbye Mr. Smoke! Rocco sets sail!"

Morse waved goodbye to the two people who saw him off. Instead of using the usual honorifics in his address, he said goodbye as a friend.

"Well! Then we will send you off not far away. Remember to contact me when you get to the headquarters and tell me if you need anything. I still have a few classmates in the headquarters."

"Goodbye, Mr. Morse! You must lend me Senbonzakura next time we meet!"

Meers just waved his hand, turned around and slowly boarded the warship that was about to stow away the anchor, without saying anything else.

.......

Standing on the beach, looking at the warships going away, Smoker lit a brand new cigar.

"Dasqi, we have to prepare too. It seems that this time we have to help the government guys to suppress the revolutionary army."

"Well! Everything is ready. The person in charge of the World Government's operation has been contacted, but he doesn't seem so anxious. Instead, he asked us if we need to prepare for a while, so we don't have to be in such a hurry."

Dasqi was very puzzled by the attitude shown by Nar, the person in charge of the CP4 operation of the World Government when he communicated with him before. The fat man did not pay too much attention to this operation to suppress the revolutionary army. He seemed not to care at all.

Care about whether the result of this action is successful.

Looking at the depths of the sea, Smoker's consciousness drifted a little, and he recalled some things that happened after Mers was injured that day.

"Dolag, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be running around for your great cause?"

"Smog, your temper has not changed at all. You just came to send a junior to chase his dream."

"Is that so? But if Mr. Garp knew what happened today, he would definitely be very heartbroken! The son he raised with his own hands first quit the navy and went against the World Government. Now he even attacks his former colleagues and almost colludes with him.

You are no different than a pirate. If we meet him one day, I don’t know what he will do to you."

"I believe the old man will understand. Let's meet again when we are destined! Smoker, thank you for today's business!"

"Well! I won't let that kid offend me next time I see you!"

"Whatever! Now that you have made a decision for your dream, you don't need help from others. This is true for all men in the sea."

After Smoker sent Morse to the hospital, he once again came to the execution platform where there was no one there. He was smoking a cigar and Dorag, who was hiding his body firmly with a green hood not far behind him, looked like

Chatting like old friends, but Smoker has been testing the relationship between Drago and Straw Hat.

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted in the end, he also knew that the relationship between the two was not that simple, otherwise why would someone like Dolag come here specially.

"Ahem! What, I'm sorry, I just got distracted and remembered some other things."

Smoker choked on the cigar in his mouth before he came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and said:

"Of course the fat man won't care. He is different from ordinary CP personnel. He works exclusively for the Tianlong people and is almost only responsible for the Tianlong people. It can be said that this operation to suppress the revolutionary army went completely wrong because of

We are fully responsible, he is just in name. And that guy should have just completed a task assigned by Tianlong, and he is waiting for Tianlong to ask for credit for him! Now, out of the blue, he is suddenly asked to be responsible for the task of suppressing the revolutionary army.

The fact that he didn't yell angrily means that this guy hasn't lost his mind yet. We don't need to worry about him and just do our job well. We don't need to take it too seriously when the time comes. We just need to stop the revolutionary army from rioting for the time being. And that group of people

This guy should have gotten wind of the news, and it should have calmed down a lot recently."

"Understood, Chief Smoker, I'll give the order now and ask everyone to pay attention."

"Well! Go ahead!"

"Straw hat boy, sooner or later I will capture you and see if that guy is really that indifferent."

Smoker's eyes became very determined, he threw half the cigar in his mouth to the beach, and returned to the naval base office without looking back.

Then turn the camera back to Morse who is sailing.

Morse was lying on the deck chair, smoking a cigarette, next to him was a special blood-tonifying drink specially prepared for him by Chef Hill.

At this time, Mers had a lazy look on his face, as if he had finally gained freedom, and his wounds no longer hurt. "Rocco, how long will it take for us to arrive?"

"Sir, at the current speed, if no accidents occur, it only takes us seven days to successfully reach the Navy Headquarters, Marineland."

Rocco took a look at the clear sky and weather, and then answered Morse's question uncertainly.

"What do you mean by this? What do you mean by no accident? I feel like you are targeting me! Rocco!"

After Mers heard this, he questioned angrily and at the same time subconsciously took a long drag on his cigarette.

Rocco is really becoming less and less lovable. He wouldn't have said such things when he first came out.

Alas! People's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Rocco has changed.

Rocco didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly with a smile on his face, as if to say, why do I say this, you don't know.

When Morse saw Rocco's expression, he felt weak in his heart, and the voice in his mouth subconsciously dropped a few degrees.

"It's not my fault, it's all those guys who came to the door. Besides, it didn't take long. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Please go ask Uncle Hill when the meal will be ready. I'm already hungry. Drink.

After eating porridge for a day, I almost turned into porridge."

Mers quickly changed the subject and asked Rocco to stay away from him.

Rocco smiled and nodded, but still said: "Sir, you can only drink porridge for the time being. Before departure, the doctor specifically told you that you can only drink porridge these days. After all, the punch has damaged the internal organs.

It’s not appropriate to indulge in big fish and meat for the time being.”

"It's really troublesome. I know, just drink porridge! It's better than tuna salad."

Three days passed slowly like this, and the two warships slowly left the windless zone and entered the Grand Line area. Morse had already taken off the bandages on his body, picked up a customized barbell on the deck, and performed rehabilitation exercises. Since then,

After fighting against Dolag, he found that he was knocked unconscious by the opponent in two hits. He knew that there was still a long way to go between himself and the top powerhouse in the sea.

At that time, I decided to strengthen my training. I couldn't be complacent like before. I even gave up my daily training and only thought about becoming stronger by fighting against strong people.

Rocco trotted to the vicinity of Mers: "Sir, we are officially entering the Grand Line area ahead. The navigator informed us that we need to take precautions against unpredictable weather in advance."

"Have we entered the Grand Line area so soon? I want to see if the weather here is as unpredictable as the rumors. I inform everyone to be prepared, and tell the navigator to pay attention to the next time.

It’s going to be hard on them.”

After Mers finished the last set of movements, he picked up the towel on the side and gently wiped the sweat on his body, and was about to put on his clothes.

Boom! After the sound, the sky suddenly turned dark. Under the thunder and lightning, huge raindrops poured down.

Mers looked at the wet clothes in his hands speechlessly, shook his head, forget it, go back to the house and change another one! But the Grand Line is really worthy of its name. One second it was clear and clear, and the next second it was pouring.

The heavy rain made it impossible for people to react.

He quickly shouted: "Rocco! Let everyone be careful and pay attention to safety."