From Admiral to the Gotei 13

North Sea, Sriland port in the Kingdom of Lubnir.

A warship from the 113th branch of the Navy in the North Sea is parked here.

Not far away, a convoy of navies could be seen heading towards the port town.

Soon, the navy came to the door of a tavern, and the two navy soldiers quickly stepped forward, one left and one right, and pushed the door of the tavern open.

Then, a young man wearing the epaulette of the colonel of the Navy branch was the first to step into the tavern.

The tavern was noisy and full of all sorts of people, from the black laborers of the docks, to the gangsters of the town, to the smugglers, in short, it was a place of filth.

The colonel of the naval branch glanced left and right in the tavern, and then smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, there are no pirates..."

Just then, a naval soldier walked up to him and whispered, "Colonel Diarmuid, that second-class dealer Brenette is there..."

As he spoke, the sailor gestured to the corner of the tavern, where a group of fierce-looking men were sitting.

Five or six strong men, full of muscles and some old scars on their bodies, don't look easy to mess with, and similarly, they don't seem to be good people at a glance.

"It doesn't seem to have been in vain. Diarmuid laughed.

Without the slightest fear of the fierce men, after confirming his target, Diarmuid strode over to the side, and everywhere he passed, the guests of the tavern were silent and did not dare to make a noise.

After all, no matter how you say it, the navy represents justice and strength on this sea.

Except for a few vicious pirates, few people dared to blatantly attack the navy and oppose it.

Especially these evil parties who do not enter the stream, they treat ordinary people with heavy fists, and when facing the navy, they are submissive, for fear of being targeted by the navy.

At this time, the second-course dealer named Brennett was drinking with his men.

It seems that they are completely unaware that these navies are coming for them.

Diarmuid walked over to their table very naturally, pulled the empty chair apart, and sat down very casually.

"Navy, I don't remember asking you for a drink?" Brennett frowned, looking at Diarmud.

"Five days ago, you handled a shipment with a famous knife in it... Where is it now?" Diarmuid ignored him at all, and asked to himself.

"Hey, Navy, we're not obligated to answer your questions, and we don't know what you're talking about, we're serious merchants under the patronage of the Kingdom of Lubnir!" said one of Brennet's strong men with a fierce look.

Diarmuid turned his head to look at the guy, who also seemed to be very tough, slightly puffed up his strong chest, and glared at Diarmuid viciously.

In terms of body shape, this strong man is almost about two meters long, muscular, and he looks like a ruthless character at first glance.

But Colonel Diarmuid is much weaker, he is more than one meter tall, wearing the standard military uniform of the navy, and an ordinary saber hanging from his waist, he seems to be a member of the navy that can be seen everywhere, nothing special.

If you really want to find any highlights, that is, the appearance is a little handsome, and it looks a little handsome.

'Smack!'

A crisp slap fell, and the fierce man's head involuntarily tilted to the side, and a red slap print was printed on his cheek.

His eyes were a little confused, and he seemed to be a little surprised and surprised, why did this person suddenly slap himself?

"Don't yell at me when I'm not talking to you, after all, I have a bad temper and hate it. Diarmuid said casually.

At the same time, the navy soldiers brought by Diarmuid also began to enter the tavern and disperse all the idlers.

After a while, the entire tavern was left with only the trembling boss and Brennett, and they were surrounded by a group of navies.

Picking up a half-drunk bottle from the table at random, and after checking it in his hand, Diarmud looked at Brenette again and said, "Nagaso Mitoru Tho, where is it?"

Brennett was a little flustered in his heart, but he seemed to be afraid of something, gritted his teeth and said: "This colonel, that knife was ordered by someone, I can't afford to mess with them, and please don't embarrass me..."

"Alas..."Diarmuid sighed helplessly, and said softly: "What about the wrong answer..."

As the words fell, the bottle in his hand lifted up and slammed into Brennett's head.

The force was so great that the bottle burst open, and the inferior liquor and red blood flowed down Brennett's cheeks.

Sure enough, this guy is not a hard bone, and after eating this, he immediately covered his head with a wail, embarrassed.

"In other words, do you think you can afford to mess with me?" asked Diarmuid, shaking the wine off his hand, still very calmly.

Several of Brennett's brawny men all straightened up, looking like they were about to do anything if they didn't agree.

But Diarmuid didn't care about this at all, and after doing it himself, they didn't dare to fight back at the first time, which has proved a lot.

For example, the color is very inward.

"Hit. Without waiting for anything to be answered, Diarmuid stood up and walked towards the bar, giving an order at the same time.

As soon as his words fell, the surrounding navies did not hesitate at all, picked up the butt of their guns, and hit Brennett and these people with a hammer.

It was still easy for two dozen navy officers to beat five or six strong men.

Sitting in front of the bar, looking at the trembling tavern owner, Diarmud smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, we are the navy, representing justice, as long as you don't do anything evil, we won't hurt you, please give me a glass of wine, thank you." "

The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly, then took out a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet behind him, and quickly poured a glass for Diarmuid.

Diarmuid also consciously took out a few Bailey coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and then took the wine and drank it to himself.

After a while, Brenitt and the others couldn't hold on, and wailed and begged for mercy under the bruise of the navy.

"The Colonel... Lord Colonel... Don't fight, I say, I'll say..."

But Diarmuid was still drinking quietly as if he hadn't heard it.

And without him opening his mouth, those navies don't care so much about you, and their movements have no intention of stopping, and they continue to hammer according to those guys.

After a while, the wailing gradually subsided, and it seemed that Brenitt and the others had no strength to cry after being beaten.

Only then did Diarmuid say softly, "Bring it here." "

As soon as he spoke, the Navy soldiers quickly stopped, and the two soldiers stepped forward and grabbed Brennett's arm, one left and one right, and dragged the guy to the bar like a dead dog, leaving a trail of 'cruel' blood on the ground.

At this time, Brennet's nose and face were swollen, and his body was covered with bruises and blood, and he was almost no longer visible.

The swollen eyelids covered most of his eyeballs, and he could only see Diarmud's figure vaguely, and even so, he could feel his panic and uneasiness at this time.

Diarmuid unceremoniously poured the small half of the remaining glass of wine on Brennet's head, and the irritating alcohol stained the wound, causing Brenette to cry out twice.

"One last chance, give me the right answer. Diarmuid said unhurriedly.

Brenette didn't dare to talk nonsense this time, and said intermittently: "On the dock boss, that Verneer's boat... He was a member of the Don Quixote family... The knife..."

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to faint in pain and lost consciousness.

Diarmuid got the answer he wanted, and with a very casual wave of his hand, the two admirals threw the hapless Brenette into the corner of the tavern with a single thrust at the same time.

Then Diarmoud stood up and said, "Collect the team, go to the docks and look for that guy named Vignier, before it gets dark, I want to see Nagaso Mitoru on the warship!"

"Yes, Colonel Diarmuid!" the navies stood at the same time.

After Diarmuid walked out of the tavern, a major of the naval branch walked up to him and whispered: "Colonel, that guy just said that the knife is the goods of the Don Quixote family, we..."

The Don Quixote family is a gangster family that has emerged in Beihai in the past two years, and almost as long as it is a profitable business, whether it is black or white, they have to get involved.

In the past two years, it has developed very rapidly, and there is a faint feeling of being a new upstart in Beihai.

It is said that their leader is just a little ghost...

Of course, this is a rumor on the surface at the moment, and Diarmuid knows better.

For example, he knew very well that in the future, the Don Quixote family would become the famous king of the Seven Martial Seas...

But there is nothing to be afraid of, for now, the Don Quixote family does not dare to be too arrogant in front of the navy, at least on the surface.

"We're the Navy, do we need to be afraid of that?" said Dearmud with a smile.

After the words fell, he ignored the major beside him, and walked towards the warship on the other side of the harbor.

Diarmuid also had his own plans in mind, and as long as he got the commander of the Sho Tsutoru Tsuto, he would be more confident that he would be able to leave the North Sea as soon as possible and strive to take up a post at the Navy Headquarters Marlingford.

When he left the status of the branch navy and became a glorious member of the naval headquarters, what kind of Don Quixote family did he have to fear?

Give Doflamingo a few guts, does he dare to come to Marlingford to find trouble?

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