After leaving the office, Ron released his domineering spirit and sensed it, and found that Zefa did not stay in the martial arts square, but returned to the recruit camp, standing on a high platform, talking to a group of recruits.
Without disturbing him, Ron teleported to Zefa's office and sat on the sofa waiting for him.
Not long after, as the playground became noisy, Zefa came back.
As soon as he entered the door, Zefa was stunned for a second, and then he became furious.
"You kid didn't knock on the door! Is this my office or yours?!"
After saying that, a fist as big as a sandbag came over!
"Fuck!"
After a crackling meal, Ron rubbed his chin, which showed no signs of abnormality, and made Zefa a pot of tea with a smile.
"Calm down, teacher, didn't I wait for you inside just because I saw you talking outside? By the way, what were you saying to the recruits just now?"
Zefa snorted coldly at Ron's deliberate avoidance of the topic, took the teapot, poured out a cup and took a sip, then slowly explained: "The annual combat exercise is about to take place, and I have to give this group The little guy put on eye drops in advance.”
"Practical exercise? Oh, I remembered."
There were three biggest things in boot camp, and Ron had only experienced two of them.
First, the year-end evaluation determines the ranking of recruits in the same cohort.
Secondly, the Hell Island survival training at the beginning of the year is a shortcut to reach the sky in one step.
Then there are the actual combat exercises that are happening now and held in late summer, which let the recruits go out and see blood and tell them that the Navy is not an ivory tower.
Ron joined the Navy at a relatively coincidental time. He only went through the year-end evaluation and was qualified to participate in the Hell Island survival training. Then he left the camp directly and became a rear admiral, so he didn't know about the actual combat exercises.
For ordinary soldiers, Hell Island survival training is the least of their concerns.
They prepare for actual combat exercises in the first half of the year, and practice hard in the second half of the year to shine in the year-end evaluation. The best ones participate in Hell Island survival training in the second year, and the mediocre ones take two or three years. This is the normal procedure.
"Right Ron..."
Zefa suddenly remembered something and said to him: "Do you want to come with me? For such an important matter as a practical exercise, I must follow you to be safe. I don't have time to teach you."
Ron looked shocked and held out three fingers: "I still have three months of vacation!!!"
"You can also practice on the boat!"
Zefa said matter-of-factly: "And you have nothing to do now!"
"Ganfor took out a design drawing of an airship called Ark. Vegapunk transferred all the airship troops back for renovation. If you want to trade with them, it will take a few months. You don't need to go to Gaya for the time being. … No, the G-10 branch is in charge.”
No wonder we didn’t see the airship on Gaya Island. It turned out to be transferred back for renovation...
Ron thought silently and suddenly raised his head: "Wait? Ark? Is the full name called 'Ark Proverbs'?"
"It seems to be called this name, do you know?"
Ron: "..."
It seems... this butterfly effect is a bit exaggerated!
With Vegapunk's scientific research technology and the design drawings of "Ark Proverbs"... then wouldn't Ark Proverbs be mass-produced? !
Then equip them with Qinghai's advanced weapons, and line them up in a mighty line to fill the sky.
Isn't it the Air Force? !
Ron couldn't help but sympathize with the pirate camp for three seconds. Before he risked the world's disapproval and produced three ancient weapons, the pirates would face challenges they had never experienced before. The war model in this world is backward and fixed. The strong decides everything. Faced with this attack that transcends time and space, there is no way to avoid it.
In a war, once the air superiority is controlled by the navy, what will happen...
It’s exciting just thinking about it!
Dozens of golden lions throw things down from the sky. They can't kill you but also annoy you to death. Even the four emperors can't stand alone!
But regarding the matter of escorting the recruits with Zefa, Ron gloated for three seconds and then agreed after thinking about it.
He doesn't need to settle himself now. In the future, he will have plenty of time to settle down when he is idle and bored. Now that we have three months of vacation, the right way is to learn more new things from Zefa. It is difficult to gain anything by working behind closed doors.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"Well, I got it. I'll let you know when we set off. If you have nothing to do, just get out and stop hanging around in front of me!"
Ron: "..."
…
It's night at the headquarters of the Naval Scientific Force.
Caesar, wearing exaggerated makeup and a sexy pink jumpsuit, huddled behind the door and kept looking around. His twisted waist and cloud-like belt made him look like a cheap street cowherd.
The second phase of the lightning stimulation device was completed, and Caesar's ban was naturally lifted. However, he did not immediately return to Vegapunk. Instead, he stayed at the Navy Headquarters, striving to produce the third phase, and then bring about a shocking event that would shock the world. Great work... go to Vegapunk.
At this time, a voice sounded from behind Caesar: "What are you looking at?"
"Don't bother me, I'm waiting for someone... Uh!!!"
Caesar subconsciously replied, then suddenly turned his head and shouted in surprise: "Major General Ron!"
The visitor was none other than Ron. Except for the marshal's office and the bedrooms of the bosses, Malinford was unprotected from Ron. Of course, the first few were undefended, but Ron couldn't afford to offend them.
Seeing the location of Caesar, Ron teleported directly over. When he saw the big swaying butt, he was speechless.
"Stop! Stop! Let's keep our distance!"
Seeing that Caesar was about to rush over, Ron took a half step back and raised his hand. Even with a height of two and a half meters, he was considered a giant in front of Caesar. As soon as he raised his hand, Caesar suddenly couldn't find the direction to move forward. Her steps couldn't help but slow down, and she stared at Ron with her clothes pulled back like a harem.
"Major General Ron, do you dislike me?"
Including the time at noon, it has been twice!
I don’t think I provoked him, right
Damn it! !
Ron's scalp instantly became numb and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
Can you please be a little self-aware about this portrait
Would you like to use less ambiguous words? !
The corner of Ron's mouth twitched a few times, his face turned away, and he sneered: "Oh, what else? What do you want me to do to be nice to a guy who swindled experimental funds?"
Caesar: "..."
"Stop talking nonsense, where is your new cannon?"
Seeing this, Caesar immediately became interested and waved to Ron.
"Here! I hid it in the deepest part of the laboratory, even Kizaru can't find it!"
No, actually I've found it.
In the monitoring room, Kizaru drank tea silently and complained silently. Then he tilted his head, with a strange expression.
"Ron is really afraid of Caesar? What's going on?!"
Although there are monsters in the world of One Piece, they do not understand the terrifying destructive power of "coming out" to a straight man. Coupled with the "beautiful misunderstanding" before, Kizaru concluded an astonishing fact:
Ron, you're afraid of ghosts!
…
The ground floor of the Science Corps is ten stories high, and the underground floors are divided into five.
Taking the elevator down, the science team is still familiar with the familiar recipes and smells along the way. Even though it was late at night, the various laboratories were still brightly lit, and strange researchers were experimenting with their strange inventions. Explosions and screams were heard from time to time, and the scene was "full of fun."
Unlike projects such as Vegapunk and Vinsmog Gage, which are all supported by one person, the science team has many skilled craftsmen, and its development to this day relies on the perseverance of countless people.
Most of these inventions will be rejected because they have no practical value and will be kept as personal collections of researchers, but the accumulated experience will be sealed and protected so that they can be retrieved in time in the future. The telephone bug technology developed from this. The first thing was called a telegraph bug... So, you know
If we really talk about technology, the same goes for Caesar's new cannon.
Di, senior scientific researcher card.
Drops, exclusive cards.
After multiple layers of identity verification, Caesar took Ron to his own laboratory.
It is better to say it is a factory than a laboratory!
Previously, most of the laboratories of each scientific researcher were less than twenty square meters, and sometimes several people shared one space. Caesar's laboratory on the bottom floor is huge, as big as a football field. Various robotic arms and parts are piled up in their respective locations, filling the football field.
As soon as he entered the door, Ron's attention was attracted by the huge can in front of him.
no.3!
This is the serial number printed on the white metal can, and it is also the third phase of the lightning stimulation device in the experimental stage.
"Major General Ron, this way!"
However, Caesar did not explain anything to him. The third-phase instrument was currently only in the experimental stage, and there was nothing to explain. He waved mysteriously and led Ron to a metal door.
There was no verification device for this door, and the switch relied entirely on a winch. Caesar held the winch in both hands and pushed it forward with all his strength.
"Ron... Major General..., can you... help me?!"
"Tsk, trouble!"
Ron stepped forward and held the edge of the winch with one hand. The winch, which strained Caesar's muscles every time it was opened, was so easily opened by Ron with one hand.
Weird... monster!
Caesar was sweating and touched his forehead.
Crunch...crunch...crunch...
The dull sound of metal collision echoed in the quiet laboratory, as if a ferocious beast was about to wake up from behind the door.
When the door finally opened and the light fell into the secret warehouse, Ron's face twitched uncontrollably as he looked at the huge, ferocious beast in front of him that exuded endless metal murderous intent.
"Fuck!"
It was a silver-white cannon with a barrel length of more than fifteen meters and a caliber of more than one meter. However, there was only a fist-sized groove in the middle and a unique shape.
Looking at the unique shape, Ron was shocked.
"Is that you? Armstrong Swing Jet Armstrong Cannon?!"