Big plans
Smoker's heart was shaken.
He had already smelled a bad smell. The man in front of him who was one generation younger than him seemed to have bad thoughts about those supreme Celestial Dragons.
This is a very simple truth. If the government gets the fruits of time, who will benefit in the end
There is no doubt that he is a Celestial Dragon!
"Oh, by the way, the Marshal also acquiesced in this matter."
Suddenly, Ron threw another bomb, which blew up Smoker and stunned him.
"Impossible, Marshal...that Marshal Akainu who is loyal to the government, how is it possible!!!"
Ron shrugged.
"Believe me, if you knew what happened, you would have made the same choice. It was a last resort."
Any idea what happened
As a last resort
Smoker forced himself to calm down and looked at Ron seriously: "General Canglong, if I refuse, will you kill me to silence me?"
"Won't!"
"Why?"
"Because I will tell you the truth and force you to choose to join us. I have that confidence."
Ron smiled lightly and said: "And it's useless even if you go to the Five Old Stars to report this matter. They already know it, but in order to prevent accidents from happening, they will kill you to silence you."
"What? Even the Five Old Stars...!!!"
It has to be said that this series of news shocked Smoker several times more than the existence of the Time Fruit!
He felt that his heart was about to stop beating due to nervousness. The cigar in his mouth burned out at some point and ash fell all over him.
Silence, endless silence.
After a long time, Smoker clenched his fist and asked: "What qualifications do I have to be attracted by you?!"
"Akainu" Sakaski, a veteran naval strongman and a contemporary naval marshal!
"Blue Dragon" Ron, a new generation general of the navy, was vaguely known as "the strongest in the navy" after Garp was punched away by Luffy!
A plan endorsed by these two people is definitely no small matter.
Smoker asked himself, what virtue and ability did he have to join in
"What we want is not fists, fists are enough, what we want is heads!"
In response, Ron thought for a moment and replied.
"Marshal Akainu has always been very fond of your hair-piercing style, but he hates the trouble you may cause if you don't know what to do."
"And now, you, who have sat in the position of G11 base director, have successfully found a balance between the two."
"Coupled with the fact that G11 is deep in the hinterland of the New World, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, which is very suitable for us to carry out some operations."
"In this way, do you understand?"
Based on strength alone, Smoker is definitely not a qualified candidate.
But he was in the right place at the right time and the right people, and accidentally formed the perfect match, which allowed him to successfully enter the sight of the two.
Suppressing Akainu with one or two top-level combat forces alone is not enough to complete Akainu's layout. They need the support of a larger army to be able to protect world peace.
Thinking this way, Smoker became the best candidate.
Once you begin to have your own ambitions, are willing to take action for your ambitions, and have a righteous mind, there is almost no possibility of falling.
"I see… "
Smoker leaned back on the sofa weakly, covering his forehead: "... So from the first day you came to Donghai to find me, have you been preparing for now?"
"No, it's not."
"Okay, I agree to join the plan! But I need to know the truth of the matter! I will stop you from any behavior that is harmful to nature, even if it means death!"
"So I said, no."
"General Canglong, please give me some advice!"
Ron raised a cross on his forehead and punched out.
"Listen to me, you bastard!"
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…
New world, unknown island.
"It's so strange. There are obviously signs of living here, but why can't we see people?"
In a hut deep in the forest, Kinemon slapped the back of his head with a strange look on his face.
"The traces of charcoal fire were left not long ago. Maybe they saw us coming, so they hid them?"
Kanjuro emerged from the other side of the room and dusted his shoulders.
"Really, the low-class people are definitely not pirate scum! Are they being misunderstood?!"
"Instead of that, hurry up and cook Kinemon!"
Momonosuke sat on a chair and slapped the table. The big bump and blood stains on his head made him look extremely miserable.
"Yes, young master!"
Kinemon nodded, walked to the corner and took the bag they had carried all the way back.
"Although I don't know who placed the shrimp pot on the beach, I will never forget your kindness and will enjoy it with gratitude. I'm sorry!"
After that, he opened his pocket and took out a lively crayfish from inside.
At this time, Kinemon's eyes narrowed.
"Murderous!"
"Who is it? Who's here?"
Putting his hand on the hilt of the knife, Kinemon said with a vigilant look: "Kusuka Kinemon, these two are my companions! Unfortunately, we suffered a shipwreck and lost food. They are definitely not thieves! If you can, please show up. See you in person!”
Samurai are a group of people who value persistence more than life.
As retainers of the Kozuki clan, their every move is closely related to their master, so Kinemon emphasized that he and others were not thieves.
However, the room was quiet and only the three of them existed.
After waiting for a while, Kinemon put his hand down and pressed his nose.
"Ah? Could it be that I made a mistake?"
"What? Don't scare me, Kinemon."
Kanjuro let go of his hand holding the giant pen and said, "You handle the ingredients first, and I'll go outside to pick up some firewood and come back."
"Oh... oh! I know."
Scratching his head strangely, Kinemon glanced around, then continued to squat down and took out a lobster.
At this time...!
"Let me go you bastard! There are so many fish, why do you have to eat lobster?!"
From the blind spot of his vision, a pink unknown object shot out, his voice full of anger.
"Ouch!"
Unprepared, Kinemon screamed, wildly waved his hands and danced on the spot.
"It hurts, it hurts! Let go, let go!"
Momonosuke and Kanjuro: "..."
"Hey, Kanjuro."
"My subordinate is here, young master!"
"Am I dazzled? Is that... the stuffed toy on the cabinet?"
"Yes, young master, it is indeed the stuffed toy on the cabinet..."
Suddenly, the two looked shocked and hugged each other in fear.
"Monster!"
"The stuffed toy has spoken!!"
At this time, seeing that his attack was ineffective, the pink plush toy had a trace of unwillingness in its eyes, opened its mouth, flapped its wings and flew to the table.
"What a fuss! I am Dover... Master Pink Feather, what's so strange about being able to talk?!"
"No, it's weird, okay?!"
Seeing the flamingo stuffed toy's normal expression, the three of them roared with fangs.
"Tch, they are indeed a group of ordinary people who don't know the existence of the Childlike Fruit..."
Flamingo... Doflamingo thought disdainfully, and suddenly grinned, his beak raised left and right in an exaggerated manner.
"But this is good, it proves that they can be trusted for a while."
Thinking of this, he crossed his wings on his chest with a domineering expression.
"I originally wanted to steal your ship and sail it away, but it ended up in such a broken state. You must be a bunch of idiots to sail such a broken ship in the New World, right?"
"Hey, what you said is dangerous in every sense of the word!"
Kanjuro's mouth twitched as he looked at the flamingo doll on the table that looked harmless but was actually despicable and evil.
"However, being able to say this proves that you are indeed the owner of this house."
"Let me introduce myself. Kanjuro, if you can, can you give us some food? Of course, I am not a thief. As a reward, you can ask for anything you need."