Pirates Never Work Overtime

On this sea, intelligence is very important, very important.

Each powerful force has its own exclusive intelligence system, such as the Information Department of the Navy Headquarters, the World Government's spy organization CP0-9, the Blackbeard Pirates' Ship No. 5, the migratory bird reporters of the World Economic News Agency, etc.

In the new world, mastering intelligence is equivalent to mastering half of the victory in a war.

In this regard, the World Economic News Agency is the most special one. This semi-public intelligence organization founded by Morgans, the king of the underground world, is relatively reliable in news matters.

Dare to expose any incident.

What? Why don’t you think Morgans manipulated news content to make money or curry favor with powerful people?

That's because the major forces who know the truth don't care about these things at all, except for the World Government, and what can the ignorant people do even if they know it? The only ones that can really be affected are a group of new pirates at sea, and the passionate Justice of Justice.

Just a scholar.

And how much impact can they bring to the world?

This is a microcosm of the cruel reality on this sea.

…………

Today, the sky is clear and the wind is stable, so it is good to travel.

After Nar gave Morse a large sum of dividends and took away Xiong Er in the name of the dividend, if he hadn't been afraid that Morse would beat him to death, he would have even prepared to take the Green Bull away with him.

After all, the next thing he had to do was to visit the territory of the two Yonko. He was really worried if he didn't bring two powerful thugs with him.

After Morse collected enough so-called debts and fines, Akainu could no longer confine him to the G1 Fortress, so Morse could go out again.

This year of retirement has turned Morse, a model worker who has always longed for never working overtime, into yearning for a free life at sea. He has not smelled the smell of freedom for a long time.

But when he heard Navy boy Radar Boer talking seriously about wind direction and taboos while holding a record pointer, he couldn't help but want to beat him up. If this bastard hadn't suddenly collapsed to the ground a year ago,

He would not be unlucky enough to have a confrontation with Kaido and his gang, and end up being grounded.

"That's enough, shut up now! If your navigation knowledge has not improved by leaps and bounds like your strength in the past year, then prepare to go to the sea to feed the fish!"

"???"

Boll looked at Morse with a question mark on his face, why did he go to feed the fish again? A year of confinement has not changed General Morse's bad taste of letting others feed the fish at every turn.

However, I have to say that today's new world is really calm, and the sea breeze blowing slightly with the smell of freedom makes people feel cheerful. It would be better if there is no unreliable Boll on the side.

"Brother Green Bull, Brother Kong Ming, I will leave the next matter of the navy to you. This time, I am..." Before Mers could finish his words, he found that the two elders were already waving their hands towards the office building.

The direction returned, as if sending him off was just a routine matter.

"..."

"Woohoo...it's the wind! Uncle Weisman, it's such a nice weather to bring two bottles of cold beer and side dishes over here!"

As the White Snake slowly started to launch, on the deck of the bow area, Morse once again lay on his lounge chair, basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze, and couldn't help but want to celebrate with two bottles of cold beer.

Bol also expressed a lot of emotion: "Time flies so fast! General Morse, a year has passed in the blink of an eye."

Mers glared at him angrily and said: "Asshole, where did you get so many emotions? It seems that I am the only one who has been banned this year! You, Brother Green Bull, Old Man Garp and the others have been banned for this year

But I often go out."

"Uh! Is that so? Why don't I feel like I've been out?" Boll, who was leaning on the bow of the ship and playing with the record pointer in his hand without any sense, subconsciously retorted after hearing this, but as soon as the words came out, he felt like

Feeling cold all over.

Then he saw Morse looking at him with a murderous look on his face. He immediately turned around and looked at the sea, as if he was observing the course.

Morse shook his head when he saw this. Ever since Bol started hanging out with Garp, he has become less and less like a navy man. It's really difficult!

"So, where should we go as the first stop? My Mr. General." After a while, Boll put away his beloved record pointer, folded his arms and asked in a frivolous tone.

In his eyes, there is no place in the New World that General Morse cannot go to, even the base camp of the Yonko Pirates is no exception.

Mers was stunned for a moment, suddenly thinking of something interesting, he casually took out a somewhat worn nautical chart from behind his back and unfolded it carefully.

"The first stop... Let's go to this mysterious ancient island first!" After speaking, Morse handed the old nautical chart to Nar: "According to that fat man Nar, there will be some interesting things happening in this place recently.

Things happen.”

Boll subconsciously took the chart, with some confusion on his face: "Admiral Morse, you mean...?"

"Well, that's right, it's that mysterious ancient island. It is said that there is a hidden 'Dream Island' where people can realize their dreams."

Mers raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, it was all said by Nar, and even this navigation chart was provided by him, so I will have to work hard for you next.

If we miss the time to open the island in the end, you should know what will happen!"

Bol frowned, as if you don't believe in my strength, and shouted heroically: "Isn't it just an island? If I still can't find the place with the navigation chart...then I will jump into the sea by myself.

Go feed the fish."

He spoke very tough words, but Boll was still a little panicked in his heart. This kind of broken navigation chart, which has been around for who knows how many years, is the most unreliable in the new world where there are new changes every day. If it weren't for

His fruit ability development has deepened a lot over the past year, and he doesn't dare to pat his chest and promise anything with Morse.

Even so, he still carefully identified the chart for a while, and drew a small circle in a certain area with a pen.

Uncle Weisman, who had just placed the beer dishes next to Mers, also came over to look at the chart at this time, and then smiled heartily: "'Neverland', that is a good place, if you are really sure

To get there, we need to speed up now! Calculate the time, if everything goes well, we may be able to catch the first wave of admission opportunities to open the island."

"Uncle Weisman, what do you mean by this?" Hearing this, Boll felt a little bit of something bad for no reason, as if he had been plotted against by General Morse again.

"Well! There are only less than ten days left before the date of opening the island. If we go smoothly along the way, we should barely be able to reach this distance."

"Uncle Weisman, how do you know so well?" Even Mers was a little curious this time, how could a navy cook know such a secret thing.

"Well! Don't you know, this 'Dream Island' was on the front page of the world economic news report more than 10 years ago! At that time, I was still pursuing my dream of a sea chef, but I temporarily joined a very powerful sea chef.

The thieves have been searching hard for it!"

"Oh! Uncle Weisman, do you have such an interesting experience?" After hearing this, Morse and Bohr immediately forgot about Neverland, holding beers and eating side dishes, as if listening to Weisman telling his ancient stories.

appearance.

"..." Upon seeing this, Weisman reluctantly picked up a bottle of beer and drank it while telling stories about the past.

oh!

Huh!

How awesome is Weisman?

Come be a chef and pay tribute to Mr. Weisman, our chef who pursues his dream.

Under the scorching sun, the cheering voices of a group of outstanding naval officers echoed over the uninhabited sea.

Following Boll's command, the sailing direction and coordinates were quickly communicated. The White Snake corrected its direction and began to speed up its voyage. At the same time, thick fog began to appear in the surrounding waters.

After being grounded for a year, Morse once again began his life of working overtime without any rest time, but this time he did it voluntarily.