Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

After the white coats took action, the cause of the failure was quickly found. It was indeed the lack of power supply of the generators of the scientific force.

However, Caesar was also at fault. For the sake of greed, he sent the finished product to the Navy Headquarters without making a careful safety device for breaking the gate. At the moment when the power was cut off just now, the chaotic current inside the instrument was forced to reach its peak value.

So, the matter was handed over to the Five Old Stars.

After all, they took away most of the instruments, and the CP organization is the hardest hit area if there is an accident. Then, before waiting for the Five Old Stars to deal with it, Caesar Courant was ordered to ground his feet, when the design drawings were perfected, and when can he go out.

"Thank you Mr. Ron this time, if it weren't for you..."

At the entrance of the science unit, after being reprimanded by Kizaru in a murderous tone, Caesar ran over with cold sweat on his forehead.

If Ron hadn't said that the cause of the accident was "insufficient power supply", even if it was found out that it was not his main fault, the Five Old Stars would not punish him severely, and the surrounding lieutenants who were eagerly waiting to become stronger would also Ripped him alive!

I can't stand you, what can you do?

Scare me!

So, Caesar expressed his sincere gratitude to Ron. After all, apart from character issues, Caesar deserves his status as the "second in the world" scientist.

"You're welcome, Dr. Caesar. After all, my negligence is also involved in this matter. I am the developer of the lightning stimulation method, and I am ashamed to say that I have not considered the issue of how those who are not capable of thundering fruit can supply high currents!"

Ron said with a smile, lightly exposing Caesar's mistakes, and then smiled goodbye.

Caesar watched Ron walk away, and suddenly shivered and became excited.

Yup!

Why am I so stupid? !

The developer of the lightning stimulation method is right in front of you!

With his help, this project is inherently invincible!

and……

The other party is a person with the ability of the Thunder Fruit! ! Those with the ability of the Thunder Fruit who disappeared for hundreds of years! ! The pacifist regretted by Vega Punk is full of regrets because he does not have the ability of the Thunder Fruit Power! !

If he first used his ability to the weapon through the bloodline factor, wouldn't that mean...

Swish!

Suddenly, Caesar's eyes lit up, and he wanted to catch up. Then Kizaru appeared beside him lightly and stopped him just before he was about to step out of the gate.

"Dr. Caesar, where do you want to go?"

Cold sweat soaked through his body, Caesar lowered his head and smiled dryly: "It's nothing, nothing... I'm going to modify the instrument!"

After all, it turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

"Better not have a second accident, Caesar, or I'll put you in an instrument test!"

Huang Yuan pouted and muttered to himself in a low voice.

As a natural gas fruit power user, Caesar's whole body was transformed into gas by devil fruit. And things like gas, even if they are not the commander of the scientific force, ordinary people know that it is easy to be ignited and detonated.

If you put Caesar into the instrument for testing, the high temperature of the current will continuously ignite him and burn him repeatedly.

Under the premise of immortality, the pain in it is a hundred times more uncomfortable than being cut with a thousand swords!

...

The next day, the headquarters recruit battalion.

Just after a day of exercise, Ron was called to the office by Zefa.

dong dong dong.

"Come in……"

After receiving a response, Ron pushed the door and entered: "Are you looking for me, Teacher Zefa?"

"Yes, sit down and talk!"

Zefa's prosthesis was removed and put aside. As the weather warms, the wooden prosthesis will only get hotter and hotter when worn on the hands. Therefore, Zefa usually does not wear the prosthesis in private spaces.

Ron's eyes paused for a moment on the prosthetic limb that was smeared with pulp by his hand, and then said, "Smoke less cigars when you are older, it will hurt your body."

Zefa took out the documents from the table for a while, and after a moment of indulgence, he scolded: "The old man is very healthy! You don't need to worry about it!"

Then take the file out and throw it to Ron.

"Look at it, sign it if you don't have any comments!"

He was not polite, but Zefa silently put down his half-smoked cigar. Then he saw Ron rubbing the document repeatedly like a lunatic, and suddenly a nameless fire broke out: "What are you doing?!!"

"No...nothing!"

Ron shrank his neck and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a yin and yang document, so what is written?

After a few minutes, Ron read the document, tapped his fingers on the table, and fell into deep thought. This document is nothing important, just a certificate of eligibility to transfer him to Hell Island for survival training.

Whether Hell Island is dangerous or not is another matter. Ron is concerned about another thing.

"If I survived on Hell Island for three months, I would be eligible to leave the camp, right?"

Commander Zefa's recruit battalion did not have a graduation assessment. That is something that only a group of little kids in the military academy of the headquarters has to do. For recruits who want to become a qualified officer, the hallmark test is to undergo Hell Island survival training and live on the island for three months without any supplies. As long as he passes, then Ron is no longer a recruit, but a naval officer who is recognized by Zefa and can act on his own!

"Are you in such a hurry to drive me away?"

Ron smacked his lips, some not knowing how to speak.

Over the past six months, Zefa's care for him is obvious to all. Although he likes "hands-on" education, the benefits Ron gets are real, and his strength has been turned upside down from half a year ago, which cannot be faked. When he thought that the teacher was going to "kick him out" of the boot camp, Ron couldn't help feeling a little... regret?

He didn't understand.

In this regard, Zefa snorted coldly: "Do you believe you will be beaten if you say another word?"

Then looking at the expression on Ron's face, Zefa suddenly laughed: "I want to teach you a lot more, Ron. Practical experience, knowledge of the sea, six naval styles, domineering, I want everything. I will teach you. But you have to know that we are the Navy! Here, if you want to learn advanced skills, you must talk about military merit! So... you know what I mean?"

Ron's eyes lit up instantly and nodded.

"understood!"

How could Ron understand this!

Because there is no military merit, Zefa is afraid of the regulations and cannot teach himself. And in the boot camp, no matter how good he is, he is just a new recruit. How can he get so much military merit in exchange for teaching? The task of the chief instructor of the Zefa Recruit Battalion is to ensure that the recruits are not left behind too much, and the rest is up to the soldiers to fight for themselves, which is also a disguised incentive method.

And even if there is no talent, who doesn't like soldiers who are hard-working, hard-working and dare to fight?

Thinking about it this way, it's not a bad thing to leave the boot camp!

The most important military service in the navy!

Those who oppose the credit will never be neglected!

Karp was nominated for the promotion of generals several times that year, not only because of his strength, but also because his military merit was too high to be rewarded! And his extraordinary position in the headquarters now, in addition to the fame he has accumulated in the past, is also derived from this unrewarded military exploit!

After all, you have to know that the old bastard is a guy who dares to scold the Tianlong people in front of the five old stars as rubbish.

He's just a Vice Admiral!

Even if the strength is at its peak, will the Five Old Stars be afraid of him? !

Ron had nothing now, and Zepha was constrained by the stipulation that there was nothing new to teach him. Only after he went to sea and slowly accumulated military merit, could Zefa be able to teach him without fear and cultivate him into a top-level navy.

No matter what kind of advanced skills, they are not worth mentioning in front of military exploits!

And the problem of not being able to accept Zefa's teachings after leaving the boot camp is a joke in itself!

Regardless of whether he is already recognized as a "Zefa disciple", even if the teacher guides the disciples to practice, the Warring States Marshal can't say whether he is not. Just how many times does Zefa appear in front of the public in the boot camp?

He has more time, even if Ron leaves the boot camp, as long as he returns to the headquarters, he can still accept Zefa's teaching.

That being the case!

"Wait, speaking of military exploits..."

Ron looked at Zefa cautiously and reminded: "The Huadu mission has passed for so long, hasn't my military merit been allocated yet?"

Almost half a month has passed since their return, plus the month spent on the road, the allocation should be over no matter what.

"Oh, that thing! I forgot if you didn't tell me..."

Zefa looked at him with a smile: "Originally, you have made great achievements, and you must be rewarded. But who told you to arrest the members of the Baroque working club as the head guard of the Huadu Palace? So your credit should be given to Luo Sha... oh no, King Fred's Commendation."

Ron was stunned: "So I didn't get any credit, right?! How can you do this?!! I am trapped in the enemy's camp, and I am compromising. There is no credit and hard work, right?!"

"Humph! The Five Old Stars were agitated by the king of Alabasta, Kobra, and it is already an extra-judicial grace to continue to acquiesce to naval operations, and you still want to work hard?"

Zefa snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Sign or not? Get out of here!!"

Boom!

Standing blankly outside the door, Ron's face was dark, and he gritted his teeth and spat out a name: "Crocodahl!!"

See what you do! !