I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"It's just a country of peace. Our noble Tianlong people are about to regain control of the three ancient weapons and completely get rid of the constraints of the high-level combat power of the navy!" Action, Wu Laoxing is full of expectations for the future trend of the world structure: "At that time, an admiral of the navy will change if he says so."

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When the Five Old Stars hung up the communication with the Navy Headquarters as if venting their anger, Sakaski immediately jumped up from his seat:

"Quick! Quick!! Quick!!! Drag out the long-range strategic missile developed by the watchmen of the temple."

Following the emergency order from the Marshal, the Navy Headquarters was in a hurry, and even the sailors asked their comrades in a low voice, full of confusion: "What is the Marshal Chi doing with that semi-finished weapon?"

"Didn't Admiral Gion arrive in Alabasta last time with a long-range missile whose warhead was divided into a crew compartment?" the member of the Templar Watch who was asked about this casually reminded him, but his expression was also the same. Bewildered.

Because in his established impression, Sa is always a face-to-face person.

General Aokiji would choose a simple and easy-to-use bicycle to drive him around. General Huang Yuan is also a casual person, using whatever means of transportation is available, and never picks and chooses.

But usually he arrived on the scene, often with his foot on the shell that was fired.

The green bull is a slacker. Ever since he was assigned the task of sitting in the ark-level air fortress [Spear of Adun], he has never been out of the field.

Only Fujitora and Sa will honestly choose the warship as the vehicle, and with the power of the iron-clad giant ship, they will sail to the scene of the incident in a mighty manner.

But now... what would make the old man so eager to use the semi-finished product to hurry?

Before these sailors had time to think about it, the Navy Headquarters, which received the emergency assembly order, quickly entered a state of combat readiness. Hundreds of sailors ran around the fortress in an efficient and orderly manner, issuing orders one after another in a hurry.

After long battles, batch after batch of experienced and skilled workers have been tempered for the Navy Headquarters. The Templar Warden troops who received the order have already familiarized themselves with debugging their own military products to ensure that this semi-finished product will not go out halfway. Failures frequently occurred, and the marshal who carried them plunged into the sea halfway.

In fact, there are many people who have this worry in their hearts. The probability of failure of this semi-finished product that is still under development is not small, and the stability of its propeller has not yet been resolved.

Even if the new type of fuel developed by that [Aunt Mo] can provide reliable and continuous energy supply, there are still many unknown factors that need to be dealt with or ascertained during the flight of the missile itself.

Even if it is a well-designed and quite mature military product, there is a high probability of failure during mass production or use.

Whether the semi-finished product that has not passed the risk inspection test can cope with various emergencies in the middle is a test for all the R\u0026D engineers in charge of this project.

Take the prismatic tank they delivered to the Templar Warden combat troops as an example. Is the design structure mature enough? However, he still often lay down and was dragged back from the battlefield by the engineering department and returned to the factory for repairs.

The batch of tank engines that fought in the desert and other harsh natural environments last time had more or less problems.

And it is said that the new individual combat backpack propeller developed by Dr. Vegapunk himself, didn't it blow up Major Tanya's face every day?

From the perspective of probability theory, faults will always exist.

The rocket that landed in the hands of Lieutenant General Gion and others and was able to successfully carry and transport people to the designated place safely may have a series of failures in the hands of another person.

But as we all know...Sa Zong's luck is a bit...uh, what...

To be honest, the experts in the scientific research department are more willing to let Kuzan University bear the corresponding risks in the future.

According to Sa Zong's body strength, which is so hard that it can polish Hailou Stone, even if the missile explodes midway due to unstable fuel conduction, it is probably fine.

But what if... what if the missile shuts down halfway and throws the boss of the marshal into the sea, then the fun will be great.

It is conceivable that His Excellency the Marshal, who is in control of the moon step to stay in the air, can leave before the missile falls into the sea.

It's just that.... Damn, do you still need the scientific research funding for the next quarter! ! ! ?

Originally, the research and development of high-end weapons was to support the gold-swallowing beast, and the military expenditure of the whole navy for many years, the scientific research department of the Temple Warden absolutely occupied the bulk.

If the joke of "the admiral of the navy crashed a plane with a piece of shit from the scientific research department" is true, try to make those pirates and senior officials of the world government who read the joke of the navy laugh to death on the spot.

[In short, the metaphysical probability of this Rausch cannot be gambled. 】In this short and hasty moment, the scientific research scholars invariably had such an idea in their minds.

Seeing Mr. Sa happily striding towards the semi-finished product, all the R\u0026D personnel who stayed inside the base panicked.

"Quick! Come on!! Stop the Marshal!! Don't let the old man ride a semi-finished missile!!!"

The hoarse warnings resounded from every floor of the research institute, and the panicked researchers rushed out of their research rooms one after another, and rushed towards Sakalski in a heroic gesture like moths to a flame, trying to Stop the opponent's figure.

Take the luck of the Legion Lord to gamble on the research funding for the second half of this year? The templar's watch is unanimous - don't do such a stupid thing.

"Mr. Sa, forget it, isn't it fast to travel by airship?" The great scientists belonging to the Temple Watchmen hugged Sakarsky's waist with tears in their eyes, and hung up: "It's really not possible, we can entrust the Megatron to take you off, it's both convenient and fast."

"Let go of this commander!!" Sakaski, who was so angry that he looked gloomy, how could these bastards conclude that the missile he was riding would malfunction halfway?

He remembered the last time Gion brought a group of major generals and lieutenant generals to the territory of Alabasta safely by long-range missiles.

[Gion can touch it, but I can't touch it? Pooh! 】For this kind of statement that seems to be feudal superstition, Sakalski said that it is outrageous.

Immediately, the determined Marshal ignored the embarrassing situation in which he was now in a big man, and ordered to the [Secret Weaver] who was following him: "Ghost spider! You go to activate the operation interface and launch the missile yourself.

Don't let that scumbag Sirius get ahead of the old man,

The pterosaur was killed within three hours, and all the ashes were thrown away!"

599. Within the Spider's Web (Part 1)

Even though his body was covered with "decorations" like a Christmas tree, the unbelieving Marshal still marched unswervingly towards the missile silo.

The ghost spider, who had been ordered by Sakaski, was about to rush towards the console with monthly steps, when he suddenly remembered something.

The [Secret Weaver], who was trusted by Sakasky as his confidant, rushed forward quickly, flicking his fingertips upwards slightly.

Allowing the invisible parasitic threads to touch the roof and hang down, the thread fruit ability users after Doflamingo easily restrained the researchers on the first floor of the base.

He manipulated the silk thread to keep the group of experts hanging on Mr. Sa's body like koalas away enough, and gestured to his immediate old boss to take the lead.

"After the war against all nations, I let you eat this thread fruit, and now it seems that it is really right to eat it." Sakaski praised with a pun, and he was not just referring to the ghost spider who was helping at this time. Get away from yourself.

The ability of thread fruit will shine in the hand of Ghost Spider, a veteran player who is good at returning life. As Sakasky expected, what Ghost Spider, Dauberman and others lack is not experience or Strength, but an opportunity for them to fuse the exquisite skills they have honed all their lives into one.

And a [suitable] devil fruit is the best carrier medium.

The Ghost Spider, who casts the basic skills of eight-sword swordsmanship, life return, and two-color domineering into the silk thread, already has the strength comparable to that of Sakaski who was given the [code name] as a candidate for the general.

Compared with the previous owner, Doflamingo, the comprehension and development of the thread fruit is only stronger than weaker.

When accompanying Sakaski to the vicinity of the missile silo, the ghost spider cautiously glanced around, and drove everyone further away involuntarily with the ability of string fruit.

The confidant who knew Sakarski's real plan lowered his voice and asked his old chief: "President Sa is really leaving? I heard that some people have...moved recently."

"Of course it's true." Sakaski's expression was a little playful: "How can the 'stage' be vacated if you don't leave?"

"Understood, you have a good time." The eight-armed warrior who is a good person understands instantly. Sakaski has taught himself by words and deeds for many years, and he would be embarrassed if he didn't make any progress.

Watching the boss squeeze into the narrow cabin, Ghost Spider solemnly raised his hand to give the officer the most standard military salute.

"I wish you prosperous martial arts."