I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"No, please give up." Lindeman turned his head and left without any hesitation. He can always hide if he can't be provoked?

He believed in Mr. Sa's character more than Mr. Ka's hell training.

The next moment, Lindemann was carried into a corner by an old kid who was getting angry and grabbed his collar from behind.

But fortunately, he was not alone. There was a young man who was almost tied into a rice dumpling, lying in the corner with a painful face.

"..."

"..."

"What a coincidence, Rossindi." Seeing the trembling guy in the corner, the fox seemed to understand why Garp would make such a play.

"Why were you arrested too?" The unlucky guy who was tricked out of the hot spring pool by Karp with the excuse of "come out and wait for the big senbei" said in a depressed tone.

"Both of you have very rare devil fruits, but you two's combat power and fruit use are really meaningless." Garp said the truth, the silent fruit and the transparent fruit are big killers for obtaining information. But these two devil fruit ability users are far behind.

The two very busy young men rolled their eyes at the same time. If the old man is willing to do his own job well, why bother to help this old hero clean his ass so often.

"People will stimulate their potential in a crisis environment." Karp talked about his idea of ​​becoming stronger,

Rossindi and Lindemann looked at each other: "You won't throw us off the cliff, will you?"

The old hero waved his hand, showing a heroic spirit: "That's too childish."

"Right now, it is an excellent opportunity."

Karp pointed back, it was the direction of the women's bath.

"Well, I choose to die." Lindeman said immediately, planning to go to hell: "Sister Gion is also over there. Instead of being killed by Mr. Sa, I would rather choose a decent way of death."

Unexpectedly, Karp was so proud that he seemed to have anticipated the other party's refusal: "We will not go to the bathing pool allocated to the general, and there will be a lot of knowledgeable experts. Just the two of you, the level of concealment of the devil fruit is enough to die." Ten thousand times."

He gave a thumbs up to the stunned two: "Go to the big pool for female soldiers over there."

"This is not a question of whether it will be discovered!" Lindeman complained loudly. If he was not afraid of being beaten into a mental retardation by this old guy, he would have blurted out: "Old pervert".

Rossindi shook his head again and again: "The navy cape behind you is crying."

Uncle Garp, who has always been convincing people with virtue, stared round his eyes to express his dissatisfaction: "Why do you defile people's innocence out of thin air? That's special training! Don't be so full of peeping! Facing Nutang's heartbeat and being found, he will be beaten to death." It can be said that it is the most appropriate scenario for the two of you to conduct reconnaissance behind enemy lines!"

But these two young people who are not enlightened grasped a word of naval hero and bit them to death:

"Witnessed at the scene, there is no doubt that you really want to peep."

"Crime scene, I will not participate in this kind of special training."

One punch and one live monster, two crispy skins with poor resistance to beatings were dragged by Garp one by one, and walked towards the female soup.

Because the transparent fruit needs to maintain physical contact with the ability user to extend the transparency, the three of them held hands and tiptoed close to the hot spring pool where female soldiers gathered.

Garp suddenly felt his right hand sink, and the fox bent down inexplicably.

He was half hunched over and seemed extremely unwell.

Relying on the space isolation of the Fruit of Silence, Garp deliberately roared deafeningly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I have a stomachache," Lindemann blushed and stammered.

Garp looked at the guy on the left again, and Rosindi was also hunched over, walking with difficulty.

Seeing Garp turn his gaze to himself, Sengoku's adopted son smiled bitterly and said, "I also have a stomachache!"

Garp blinked his eyes, first looked at the two people who were acting strangely, and then at the bathing pool surrounded by steam, suddenly realized.

The graceful figures of the female soldiers are faintly visible, and occasionally they show their half-covered demeanor from the heat and mist. How can a man with a strong blood bear this?

Garp looked at the two male compatriots who were not honest at all with disgust on his face, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, my stomach doesn't hurt, but the dick is a bit hard."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" the special training duo roared in unison.

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ps: I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone here, because yesterday was my father’s 80th birthday, and I was helping my family to coordinate arrangements and act as the host of the scene. I was a little busy with time, and I was drunk at noon, so I didn't come back to my senses from the short film in the afternoon until this morning.

I am deeply sorry for not updating and releasing the notice in time.

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286. Usagi-chan's Eyes Become Sharper

"Okay, don't just be dumbfounded, you really think I'm showing you the scenery!" Seeing that the two of them were bowing like prawns, Garp's face of disgust remained unchanged, and he kicked the group one by one. The young people undergoing special training kicked into a straight army posture.

Lindeman looked suspicious. Isn't this an excuse for Mr. Garp to sneak into the female soup on purpose to peep at it? ?

As a result, it really wasn't.

In the process of getting along with each other on weekdays, the naval hero is a combination of kindness and humor, but when it comes to training, Garp turns into a stern devil-level instructor.

Garp did not let go of the hunting methods and situational perspectives of fighting with wild beasts in the mountains: "You two spend a minute looking for the blind spot here and the best lurking spot. If you are slower than me, wait and continue to eat fists!"

[Gan!] Rossindi and Lindeman began to slander in their hearts at the same time, who knew that this old hero was really playing with them!

The unlucky fox who had trained lurking and anti-detection abilities in the small garden before was not disgusted with Garp's arrangement-because Garp was really training them carefully.

Having the stealth ability and sound insulation effect does not mean absolute safety. On the contrary, over-reliance on this kind of stealth and silence will gradually reduce the vigilance of the capable person over time, and further breed a sense of security.

This is precisely the taboo of an espionage officer. Losing a sense of urgency and vigilance means death.

【Mr. Sa once said that an excellent agent behind enemy lines will carefully examine and check his surroundings under any circumstances, and reserve routes and locations for retreat and attack. 】Lindeman's eyes, which had been squinting all the time, suddenly opened, and his cold eyes scanned the bathing place.

"There are 6 blind spots, which can be used for observation, hiding and ambush respectively, and two retreat points are reserved." He pointed out the location and route he chose to Karp before Luo Xiannandi.

Karp glanced at the little guy in surprise. He had heard that the staff officer of the expeditionary force had a background in intelligence, and seeing him today was indeed extraordinary.

"Who did you learn reconnaissance from before? Let's choose the outermost observation point near the door." Garp asked Lindeman while dragging the two to the designated area.

The fox smiled brightly: "Mr. Sa taught it! Pass it on personally!"

"Just your few brushes, and you still have the cheek to say that you will pass it on to me." Uncle Garp, who prided himself on his thick skin and anti-cannonballs, rolled his eyes when he heard this, and then turned his attention to Rossindi.

"Crash!" A crisp voice proved that the head of the Silent Fruit ability user is a good head.

Seeing that the two were still covering the bottom with one hand, Garp simply asked Lindeman to hold his clothes, and stretched out his hand to pick his nostrils.

If these two idiots can't even figure this out, then get out as soon as possible: "What do you think the principle of the iron block is?"

Rossindi is also from a professional background. This kind of conceptual problem is not difficult for him: "The management of the body's muscle groups and the control of the blood flow rate and direction."