The Navy Headquarters, Marineford, is one of the rare islands on the Grand Line that follows the seasons. In winter, the soldiers put on thick long-sleeved military uniforms. When the patrol saw two majestic figures approaching, they couldn't help but stand at attention and salute with admiration on their faces.
"Chief Instructor Zefa! Mr. Ron!"
Ron was just a new recruit, he hadn't even left the recruit camp, and he didn't have any official title. But his strength was recognized by all the soldiers two months ago, and he is a legendary existence that has continued the name of the three navy generals as monsters! In this world where the strong are respected, saluting at this time is out of admiration and fear for the strong.
With Zefa here, Ron didn't dare to neglect him, he stopped and raised his hand in return.
In the past, when he met the patrol, he just raised his hand to say hello, but now Zefa would definitely not allow him to ignore discipline... Before he could defeat Zefa, Ron was very self-conscious.
The two sides passed each other and watched the two people walking away. The captain of the patrol team sighed with emotion: "Sometimes, you have to admit that the gap between people is really big. I have been a police officer for more than 20 years." In the Navy, I’m just a sergeant major now, Chief Instructor Zefa can’t even remember my name, and even though Ron is still a recruit... ugh!”
"Then who's to blame?"
A familiar veteran in the patrol team heard this and joked: "Who told you that you were so scared that you wet your pants when you first fought against pirates? But I heard that it was all because of your family connections that the commander didn't treat you like this. Throw out this shameful thing... You are a soldier who came out of our military academy, you have such a long face!"
"Nonsense... nonsense!"
The captain's face suddenly turned red: "That's seawater, do you understand? It's seawater!"
After that, there were unintelligible words such as "Pirates are nothing!", "I assisted the commander and killed three of them!", and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.
In this world belonging to the strong, the happiness of ordinary people is limited to this. They don't have many ambitions, they only have to live and live better.
But this is the happiness Ron doesn't want, and it's also the fundamental reason why he keeps challenging the limits.
A mediocre life is like poison to him!
Either die spectacularly, or live wonderfully!
There is no third option!
…
Following Zefa, Ron walked all the way to the back of the fortress and stopped in front of a tall building. Looking at the sign erected in front of the gate, he clasped the back of his head and asked strangely: "Teacher Zefa, why did you bring me to the Science Corps?"
The white building in front of me is nothing else, it is the headquarters of the Naval Scientific Force... The scientific force has several stations, in other words, several experimental bases, distributed in every corner of the sea, and they are extremely secretive. Except for the senior officials of the Warring States Period and the World Government, no one knows the detailed location. But this one, located at Navy Headquarters Marineford, is undoubtedly the largest.
You must know that Kizaru, one of the three generals, has always lived here, instead of having another residence in the headquarters like Aoki Akainu.
That matter had been hidden from Ron for nearly three months, and it had been a week since the finished product was delivered. Zefa thought it was time to ask Ron to come over and take a look. After hearing this, he explained: "I handed over your information on the lightning stimulation method. , Vegapunk imitated and created a batch of equipment that can be used to stimulate exercise, but the specific effects are subject to discussion. Before being put into large-scale use in the army, the marshal asked you to come over and test it and give you some suggestions. "
"Um???"
Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and there was only one thought left in his head.
"Hold the grass!"
There is nothing to say that his lightning stimulation method is coveted by others. After all, everyone can see that Ron's rapid growth is all due to this lightning stimulation method. Since he dared to be exposed in public on Garp's ship, he was sure that he would be favored by the navy and wanted to exchange it for benefits.
But I didn’t expect that three months ago! ! !
Zefa actually handed over the information three months ago. Thinking about it now, it was just the time for him to accept him as his disciple.
Could it be that…
(*￣￣)
Seeing Ron's eyes becoming more speechless and resentful, Zefa coughed dryly and blushed rarely. He didn't want to be regarded by Ron as an unscrupulous person who took advantage of his disciples' things, so he immediately explained: "Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable! Rather than you having to negotiate with the two old foxes, Warring States and He, in the future, it will be up to me to step in and help them." I dare not treat you badly."
This makes sense.
The common man is not guilty!
Even if they regard Ron as one of their own, Sengoku and He would be more willing to give Ron some military merit for the sake of the navy.
Although Zefa was hiding it and reported it in advance, with his words, he couldn't suffer any loss!
Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but feel a little moved. It was better to be his own master, considering all aspects. Regardless of the years of friendship, he even uttered the comment "old fox".
but…
His lightning stimulation method is not a good thing!
Although the effect is powerful and can quickly improve physical strength, the process is definitely not wonderful!
This was obvious to all, and Garp was still frightened by how Ron looked so bloody and sinister after each training session in the first month, and reminded him many times in the meeting.
Even if the research and development is successful, this is by no means something that can be installed on a large scale!
That kind of pain and suffering can easily destroy a person's will and soul!
Only those navy elites who have developed their potential to the limit, are unable to move forward, and are full of resilience can try to use it.
So Ron came back to his senses and did not reveal Zefa's little thoughts. Instead, he frowned and asked: "Are you sure it's possible? Once an accident occurs, it will be naked murder!"
His family knew his own affairs, and the thunder and lightning stimulation method was derived from the self-mutilation exercise method that almost killed him, except that the method of causing pain was replaced by thunder and lightning instead of instruments.
If it weren't for his body's ability to heal itself beyond ordinary people, his life as tough as Xiaoqiang, and the nutritious food in the One Piece world that was comparable to elixirs, he wouldn't have dared to use it himself. As a result, you actually created an instrument based on data alone. Do you want to imitate that process
No wonder some people say that scientists are all madmen!
Because they don’t consider the consequences at all!
"Murder... is not enough..."
At this moment, a slow and lazy tone sounded from the side, golden light flashed in the air, condensed into shape, and Kizaru wearing brown sunglasses appeared next to the two of them.
Seeing him, Ron saluted honestly: "General Kizaru!"
"Hey, long time no see... Brother Thunder!"
Kizaru was still so indifferent, saying hello slowly and obscenely. Then he slowly looked at Zefa and said, "I thought Teacher Zefa had forgotten about this matter. After all, it was discussed a week ago..."
In response, Zefa snorted coldly and did not look good to Kizaru.
"Hmph! As the chief instructor of the new military camp, I am very busy with work and it is normal for me to have no time!"
"Eh?! Really? But I heard that Mr. Zefa, you have been drinking tea in the office every day recently. You are obviously very leisurely?"
"You only saw me drinking tea, Kizaru!"
"Oh, is that so? That's it..."
Noticing the faint fluctuations of the armed color on Zefa's body, Kizaru stopped as soon as he saw it, and then looked at Ron who was watching from the side, and said: "Ordinary soldiers definitely don't need to use them to activate their potential. This It is prepared for those elite officers who have reached a bottleneck in their potential development... Don't underestimate everyone's resilience, Ron. In order to become stronger, they can endure any pain."
"I hope so..."
As the developer of the lightning stimulation method and the genius who extended the overdrive form, Ron was not optimistic about the instrument. However, this also aroused his interest. He was sure that he had never been in contact with Vegapunk. As a new recruit, he was not qualified at all!
So if he as a developer is completely abandoned and based only on data, what can the legendary genius scientist Vegapunk achieve who has transcended the world for 500 years
…
The scientific force garrison is different from ordinary military camps. There are no sweaty soldiers here, only scientific researchers wearing white coats in a hurry.
The scientific force was not established with Vegapunk, but Vegapunk appeared hundreds of years after its establishment. Before the appearance of Vegapunk, the navy's firearms updates, ship construction, etc. were all responsible for the scientific forces, in order to maintain the navy's leading position and suppress the sea... just like what these scientific researchers are doing.
"what is that?"
"A repeating machine gun that fires bullets continuously."
"What about this?"
"Well... inflatable sleeping bags help soldiers perform missions on the island for long periods of time."
Kizaru, the commander-in-chief, was quite competent. Along the way, Ron had a great time tinkering with the strange props he could see, such as new guns, self-propelled grenades, and black technology that could emit melt rays and freezing rays. But no matter what weird stuff it is, he can tell you something.
"Then... what about that one?"
Seeing the direction Ron pointed in, Kizaru's eyes flashed with his hands in his pockets: "A new type of cannon..."
In the open space over there, stood a silver-white creation that looked more like a flintlock musket than a cannon. The total length is more than three meters, and the front end is not a muzzle, but two irregular metal strips. That was what Vegapunk was developing, the weapon placed in the Pacifist's last blueprint.
A new type of weapon that is said to be more powerful than its own laser!
However, the amount of power required for each launch is terrible!
Even if he is a pacifist, his powerful body recreated from the body of the "tyrant" bear cannot withstand two launches.
As a last resort, Vegapunk replaced the weapons on the pacifists with laser launchers developed through blood factor research.
It can be seen from the gadgets in the science force that the fruit abilities of the three generals have been studied by Vegapunk. In the end, the reason why Kizaru was chosen was that laser weapons were more suitable than melt rays and freezing rays in terms of manufacturing difficulty and practical significance.
It was precisely because of the need to cooperate with Vegapunk to perfect the pacifist that Kizaru became the commander-in-chief of the scientific force.
This abandoned new cannon was the reason why Kizaru went to watch the test on Ron's first day at the Navy Headquarters.
Because after giving up the first version of the design, Double Punk said with great regret: "It would be great if there was a thunder fruit..."
"Okay, these are all shapeless things, let's go faster."
Kizaru looked away, his expression unremarkable.
From the inside of the building, the elevator goes down to the ground floor, where a separate port is set up underground. A warship is docked inside, and staff are inspecting instruments and installing sea floor stone patches on the warship. This technology is currently only controlled by the Navy, so there is no problem in keeping it secret.
After passing through the port, the three of them soon arrived at a large warehouse.
In front of them, there were hundreds of instruments covered with white cloth. One of them was carried to the door alone, and several scientific researchers were surrounding it, knocking and arranging it. Seeing Kizaru come in, an old Mediterranean man in a white coat waved.
"General Kizaru! The instrument has been inspected and is ready for use at any time!"
"Is this it?"
Ron took a step forward and bent down to look at the white cylindrical object. Its entire body is made of high-strength ceramics, the inner tank is made of metal, and there is a movable hatch above for entry and exit. The internal electrode patches are neatly arranged on the left and right hands, with an insulating pedal underneath. Once you can no longer bear the pain, you can step on it at any time to block the current.
"This is your mission Ron!"
Zefa also came over and said to Ron: "Test the stimulation effect produced by this machine to be similar and different from your lightning stimulation method. If it is done well, the marshal will allow you to learn another six postures."
"Sixth Form again?!"
The reward for the champion of the year-end evaluation of the boot camp only allowed him to learn two of the moves. Now he could learn an additional move by doing a small favor. Ron's eyes instantly glowed with gold!
"Done!"
But at this moment, Kizaru said in a strange tone: "Be careful of biting off more than you can chew, Ron! Have you learned the six postures I gave you before?"
"Um?"
Ron raised his head and glanced at Zefa: "Of course! It can already be used in actual combat."
"Hiss..."
Kizaru suddenly took a breath and said in surprise: "Can it be used in actual combat in just two months? What a terrifying physical talent! What a waste of Thunder Fruit..."
"Huh? What do you mean, Kizaru?!"
Old Zephyr's face darkened and he shouted.
… …
When writing novels, it is inevitable that there will be disagreements. Some people will say one thing, while others will naturally say two things. Some people even deliberately misrepresent themselves as horses in order to appear unique and satisfy their vanity.
So as an author, how should you judge authenticity and collect information
Answer: As long as it is not a principled mistake, just leave it alone.
The Internet is false and free. What you care about may not be cared about by others at all. What you seek life and death for may be useless in the eyes of others. You may have worked hard to revise the article, but all you may get is a reply of "It's boring, abandon the book".
So as long as it's not a principled mistake, just leave it alone.
Today, a book friend somehow found out about Dashu’s ID in World of Warcraft. They were chatting happily at first, and then he talked about how to write and how to write from Chapter 1 to Chapter 30, and how to let the protagonist eat more fruits. No matter what, he finally said to me: "I can't write these ideas into a novel, so I'll write them for you."
Then do I still have to pay you copyright fees
thank you!
To be fair, he was a good man and expressed his opinions and suggestions, and Dashu expressed his gratitude.
But the kind of words and sentences that you have to change after I tell you is very disgusting. I don’t admit that I have such non-mainstream book friends. It must be trumpets from various forces to mess with my mood.
So I would like to say a few words here. As long as it is not a principled mistake, Dashu will not change it. It is too lazy to change and has no interest in changing it. Because your opinion alone is too feeble.
A 4,000-word chapter is presented!