I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

As an old spy who has been lurking in the Pirate's Nest all year round, Rossindi knows that Sakaski will not casually mention his relationship with Luo for no reason: [That is to say, is Luo by his side? 】

He suddenly let go of his voice and shouted towards the phone bug: "Luo? Luo! Are you by the side? Hurry up and say hello to your grandpa!!!"

"..." Hearing Luo Xindi's voice, Luo froze in place. He didn't expect his benefactor to seriously recognize him.

The boy in the felt hat blinked, and an old man with an afro and round glasses appeared face to face in front of him.

Zhan Guo looked expectantly at the quiet boy in front of him, but the usually calm Zhijiang didn't realize that he was trembling with excitement.

Glancing at the direction of the phone bug, Luo lowered his head a little embarrassedly, lowered his voice to the lowest level and tentatively said, "Grandpa...Grandpa?"

"Sajia, this life is worth it!" Zhan Guo's cheeks flushed when he heard the words, and finally spit out such a sentence after a while. The old man who experienced it for the first time in his life finally showed a rare smile: "Come on, call me one more time, just one more time, really."

However, the old man's proposal was rejected by the boy without hesitation: "Don't...it's too shameful."

Unexpectedly, Zhijiang was not angry at all, and even lost his composure and laughed happily: "Hahahaha, Garp, you scum, did you see that!! My grandson will call me grandpa! No better than your Ace Difference!"

The three-year-old boy whose wisdom was reduced to Trafalgar in the mouth of the old man in the Warring States Period had a slightly helpless expression, but he did not refute the other party's title.

He clearly knew that the expression of the old man in front of him at this time, every smile, the wrinkled eye lines at the corners of the eyes, the wide mouth that stretched to the root of the teeth... all conveyed a message to him—this old man who is over sixty years old The old man was really overjoyed about this.

"Hey! Kuzan, come and meet my grandson!"

"Ah la la, this kind of thing is the most troublesome, can you let me go to sleep?"

"Hey! Sakalski! Come and see my grandson,"

"Mr. Warring States, let's talk about the fruits of the surgery, shall we?"

But Zhan Guo, who was in a happy state of fire, didn't listen to his nonsense: "Look, this brow and eyes, this calm and unruffled demeanor, at first glance, he and the old man belong to the same family."

"..."

218. The Voice of the Navy

Kuzan looked at the golden fruit still held in the hands of the Warring States Period, then at the boy wearing a felt hat, and asked such a question without opening or lifting the pot: "Hey, let me say, the fruit of the operation The prestige in the medical world is like the golden fruit in the financial world. If one day the Holy Land Marie Joa wants Luo to undergo an ultimate operation, what are you going to do?"

"..." Sakaski looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, and his heart. This European seal in his family is really cute and stupid. Why do you need to ask such a simple question?

Warring States did not have the dignified expression as imagined at all, and his words seemed extraordinarily relaxed: "Hey, let me say. Kuzan, the Navy, it is a violent institution, do you understand?"

"...That's right, and then?" Kuzan asked casually, who hadn't reacted yet. But before he could close his mouth, he received an iron fist of love on his head.

Karp, the old rascal, had a smirk on his face: "Did you sleep so badly? Whether it's a golden fruit or an operation fruit, if it's in the lion's mouth, do you still expect it to spit it out?"

"Whoever dares to rob the army, we will kill him. This has been the rule since ancient times." A sneer appeared on the corner of Sakaski's mouth. I am afraid that this guy has made a mistake about his background: "Maybe there are guards. The responsibility of the state and the obligation to protect civilians, but don't forget, Kuzan, the most essential thing of the army, we are professional butchers."

"Don't worry, Wu Laoxing dare not issue such a completely shameless order." Warring States waved his hand, stopping Sakalski's alarmism: "As long as they have some brains, they won't dig their own graves like this."

"The ancient weapon Pluto, which claims to destroy the country and the island with one shot, is powerful, right? Even if the world government Pluto is in his hands, he would not dare to directly threaten the navy to hand over people like this." Garp picked his nostrils with some disdain, Kuzan, Sakalski, Which of the three Polusalino's full-fire ults does not have this terrifying effect? ​​It even has a stronger effect and a wider range.

This is why even if the navy knew that the island of Seven Waters, the island where the super battleship [Pluto] was originally built, might retain the blueprints, and the original Tianlong people found that the Alabasta royal family might know the secrets of Pluto, but they never asked.

In the eyes of other laymen, Pluto is indeed a highly deterrent strategic weapon, and they must try to get it.

But in the eyes of the high-level navy, it is just a dispensable powerful weapon, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it is still a dead thing. As for the headquarters, there are at least five super-Pluto-level humanoid nuclear weapons sitting in command.

This is the foundation of the Navy headquarters daring to be called the division of absolute justice. The truth is always within range.

"Me, Sengoku, Zefa, plus Big Brother Kong who can draw with the Red Earl, and the three top natural departments of your generation. If those rubbish really dare to mess around, the Navy will not be afraid of them." Garp rubbed the booger dug out by the buckle on Sengoku's coat, and with a blunt iron fist, he directly compared the Tianlongren to garbage.

But apart from the stunned little ghosts, the admirals in the room didn't respond, and seemed to take it for granted.

In Sakalski's eyes, even if the Holy Land Mary Gioia hides the King of Heaven, Pluto, and Neptune, the Navy Headquarters is not afraid.

If you really want to tear your face, the big deal is to burn everything. These monster-level powerhouses of the navy can definitely wipe the Red Earth Continent from the world map at the cost of annihilating the entire army.

Yes, erase. Literally, there is no such thing as Holy Land Mary Joa. The Tianlong people died out, and the central organization of the world government collapsed directly.

The Five Old Stars couldn't afford such a tragic price, and the Navy Headquarters, whose pillars had all collapsed, couldn't afford such a loss.

The failure to recover is secondary. After the world government and the navy both lose their basic role in maintaining order, the monsters and monsters rising from all directions will start the world's largest chaos and war hegemony.

Compared with the order system that is obviously outdated but still carried within the framework, a completely chaotic world is what the Navy really does not want to see.

Kuzan curled his lips and nodded after hearing the words: Well, a bunch of old army ruffians, it is entirely their fault that they learn to be bad.

"Then I'll take the children to arrange the dormitory first." Old Xianyu, who planned to go back to sleep early, put away the two devil fruits on the table, and was about to leave the work of taking care of the children to the "nanny" Luo Xindi on the way .

Seeing that the topic came to an end, Sakaski pressed the brim of his hat to everyone in the room, turned around and walked out the door: "Well, I will take that skeleton stand to create military music first, and we will see you the day after tomorrow."

Lindeman glanced regretfully at the golden fruit held in the palm of Sengoku, and turned to keep up with Sakaski.

Even among the three major armies, the soldiers' allowances of the Expeditionary Corps remained high. If they had the help of the Golden Fruit, the Expeditionary Corps' finances would be much easier.

And the named skeleton almost moved step by step and reluctantly left the office of the Warring States Period. You must know that creating music requires inspiration. Senior musicians don’t think they can create three songs with their own characteristics in a short period of time. Hongdae military music.

"So, do you have any good ideas? Lieutenant General Sakaski?" Since it was the first request made by the other party, there must still be some ideas. Brooke didn't hesitate to teach, and he didn't have any preconceived ideas about putting Mr. Karp's bad words like "a dog with no musical ability" into his mind.

Sitting in his simple and clean office, Sakaski didn't make any detours: "I'm just a martial artist, and I don't even have a rough grasp of rhythm. It's just that I have some feelings about fighting and marching on weekdays. I just feel that this or that tone It would fit well with the excitement of battle."

"Is that so?" Seeing that the other party spoke so easily and easily, Brooke did not force Sakaski to compose the music or separate out Doremi: "Can you roughly hum it?"

Mr. Sa carefully reviewed his previous timbre, and on the basis of making sure that "A Disease Named Love" would not be out-tuned into "A Disease Named Cancer", he boldly hummed the tune in his heart intermittently.

"Dangdangdangdang~dangdangdang"....

After humming a little prelude, Sakaski stopped abruptly. Wouldn't it be too fake if he hummed the whole song in one breath?

But even so, the skeleton in front of him also opened its mouth wide, almost dislocated its jaw.

"You conceived this based on the atmosphere of marching and fighting?" Brook heard this melody for the first time, even if he just hummed it softly, he could feel the surging power contained in it.

Sakalski admitted without blushing that the tone of this song from his previous life was already majestic, but when he played this song before, he would drive like a tank.

After humming on and off for nearly 20 minutes, Sakalski slowly hummed most of the "Soviet March".

And on Brooke's face, there were a few large characters clearly displayed—what's the matter with you, little brother?

The king of spiritual songs with a strong sense of sound turned his back, and followed the melody that Sakalski had hummed, and even the order of beats that were deliberately shuffled by the traverser.

"I saw it! I saw the warship salvo, and I saw the navy soldiers approaching me in an orderly and orderly pace!" The musician who seemed to be in the scene was an expert, even if the other party's broken tune still had Many parts need to be completed, but as far as the rhythm of the music is concerned, what I want to promote and express is complete.

"No wonder, no wonder, is this the so-called cross-field talent?" Lindeman couldn't help applauding, and he listened with a smile on the side. Although the voice was not very pleasant, it was indeed magnificent. The new term that Key often taught him and the ghost spider on the ship was applied here.

"Cross..field..talent?" Brook looked at the fox in a daze. Although there were some unfamiliar vocabulary, it was still easy to understand: "You mean Lieutenant General Sakaski, who is obviously not a person who specializes in music, but Did you bring your feelings and experiences in the military field into the music?"

Then he affirmed himself again and again: "Yes, yes, cross-disciplinary talents, this word is really well used. Lieutenant General Sakaski's vocal range is much worse than those of professional singers. He obviously has zero foundation in music. But let me see something that those singers can't compare!"