The Pirate Garen

Smoker is a quick-tempered man who hates evil.

When he becomes irritable, he will smoke and go to heaven.

So when Smoke heard Wallace's accusations against the Rogue Township Navy, he couldn't wait to fly into the sky, relying on the convenience of his fruit ability, he flew to the vicinity of the Rogue Town Naval Base in a short period of time.

He wanted to verify with his own eyes that what Wallace revealed was true or false.

As the highest-level naval base in the East China Sea, the Rogge Town Naval Base is not small in scale, and has a faint sense of grandeur.

Under Wallace's guidance, Smoker quickly noticed the naval flag hanging on the tall building.

Half a block away, Smoker quietly landed from the air and recovered his body, and put Wallace, who was already a little dizzy, firmly on the ground.

"Cough cough."

Being surrounded by a cloud of smoke and flying at high speed in the sky is not a good experience, Wallace coughed dryly for a while before recovering:

"Colonel Smoker, the Logue Town base is ahead!"

"If everything goes as usual."

"What Major Hammer is doing, you can see clearly at a glance."

Smoker remained silent, but walked towards the Naval Base in Rogge Town with ten hands clenched tightly.

Wallace tidied up his messy collar a little bit, and followed closely behind.

Smoker's appearance can be said to be extremely unfriendly.

Half-shirtless, with big knotted muscles exposed, young and Dangerous with silver-white hair, non-stop second-hand smoke of big cigars

And the motorcycle jacket of the same style as the Bosozoku on his body, even if Smoker added the word "justice" on the back, it doesn't have the justice flavor of the navy cape at all, but looks like a wicked uniform of a gangster society.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a good person.

And when such a two-meter-strong man walked towards the naval base with a blunt weapon in his hand and a gloomy face.

It looks even more wrong.

"stop!"

When the two navy soldiers guarding the gate of the base saw Smoker, they hurriedly raised their guns to greet him.

Smoker stopped in his tracks, and looked at the two gatekeepers with fierce eyes.

"you you"

A gatekeeper's scalp was numb from Smoker's sight, so he had to hold the flintlock more tightly: "Are you a pirate?!"

According to Smoker's image, the gatekeeper made the most reasonable judgment.

Smoker's expression remained unchanged, but he took a deep breath on his cigar.

A thick smoke ring spewed out, and Smoker was about to reveal his identity as the colonel of the headquarters, and then directly broke into the base of Rogge Town for a surprise inspection:

"certainly."

"Hahaha!"

Before the word "no" could be said in the future, the gatekeeper laughed and put down his gun:

"You're a pirate, just say so!"

"This is the first time you've come to Rogge Town? Why do you look so bitter!"

"Forehead?"

Smoker's face froze, and he even forgot to smoke.

"Stop wasting time, come with me!"

On the faces of the gatekeepers, there was a friendly smile of soldiers and civilians:

"The venue is behind the base, and the other pirates have already arrived."

"The venue?"

Smoker was even more astonished.

"You're lucky!"

Another gatekeeper patted Smoker's arm pretending to be enthusiastic, and said:

"Major Hammer will be transferred to leave soon, this is your last chance!"

Smoker's tightly clenched arms suddenly strengthened, until the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

"calm!"

Wallace quietly approached Smoker, and reminded him in a low voice.

"Hoo-hoo--"

Smoker exhaled heavily, and finally resisted not hitting the dog's head of the gatekeeper with a stick.

"correct."

The navy soldier leading the way suddenly turned his head and asked, "What kind of pirate group are you?"

"Forehead"

Wallace glanced at Smoker, who was so angry that his mouth and nose were smoking, and replied casually: "White Smoke Pirates."

Rogue Township Naval Base, Office of the Base Chief.

The current garrison general, Major Hammer of the Navy Headquarters, is sitting leisurely in his office enjoying afternoon black tea.

Hammer is already middle-aged, but he looks very energetic in a neat and slim white suit and short hair combed meticulously.

He looked almost perfect as a naval officer, even the few strands of paleness on his temples added a bit of calmness to him.

On the neatly tidy table, there were also several literary works of not low style.

While sipping tea, Major Hammer flipped through the pages of the book in front of him, looking polite.

Just looking at this scene, no one can imagine that Major Hammer is actually the local emperor who dominates the territory of Rogge Town.

No one could have imagined that while Major Hammer was sipping tea quietly, there was a noisy party of pirates in full swing on the other side of the naval base.

And Major Hammer is the leader behind this pirate party.

Of course, he never showed up in person.

Major Hammer has always let his confidant, Lieutenant Charles, be responsible for the dirty work of dealing with those insignificant little pirates in the East China Sea.

Trying to keep yourself hidden behind the scenes is the first principle of Major Hammer's operation of the "Pirate Toll Station" in Rogue Town.

"There are still about twenty days"

Major Hammer looked at the scroll in front of him, but his mood calmed down slowly. He couldn't help talking to himself:

"The general sent by the Navy headquarters to succeed me is about to arrive, and it's time to start cleaning up the traces."

Many names flashed through Hammer's mind, and those were subordinates he could not fully trust.

His eyes unknowingly became sharp, full of ruthlessness and cruelty.

"Colonel Smoker?"

Hammer chewed the name secretly again.

Major Hammer has received the official transfer letter from the Navy Headquarters, so he naturally knows what kind of person his successor is——

The fruit of nature, the proud disciple of General Zefa, and the colonel of the headquarters at a young age.

He had never met Smoker, but of course Hammer, who was born in the Navy headquarters, had heard of the name of White Hunter Smoker.

"Ah!"

Hanmer snorted coldly.

For the generals of the Navy Headquarters, the convenience of being assigned to the Four Seas branch, especially the weakest sea, Donghai, is basically no different from relegation.

Hanmer, who had longed for a high position, cut off his career in the headquarters as the chief of the Rogge Town base, and wasted many years in vain.

But Smoker is not the same as Hammer.

Smoker's rank of colonel is completely inconsistent with the low-end position of the base chief of Rogge Town. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that his dispatch to Rogge Town can only be regarded as training and sharpening for him by his superiors.

Every time he thinks about this, Hammer has an indescribable hatred for Smoker, a stranger he has never seen before.

"Major Hammer!"

A flustered subordinate suddenly pushed open the door of the office, and said in a trembling voice: "Big, something is wrong!"

"how?"

Hanmer gently put down the teacup in his hand, and said calmly:

"Could it be that there are pirates who don't have eyesight at the venue and refuse to pay? I need to do it myself?"

"No!"

The voice of the subordinate became more and more trembling:

"A navy ship came to the pier, and they lined up to the base as soon as they got off the ship!"

"navy?!"

Hanmer's indifferent expression was finally shattered, and uncontrollable panic appeared on his face.

The navies of other naval branches in the East China Sea must never leave the jurisdiction to visit Rogge Town without receiving orders from their superiors.

Then this group of navy is likely to be the elite navy that took over from his headquarters.

But Hanmer still felt a little lucky, so he asked in a deep voice:

"Is there a man in a white suit and a justice cloak in this group of navy?"

"."

The subordinate recalled deeply, and then replied:

"There is no one wearing the cloak of justice, but there is indeed a tall man in a white suit in front of the group of marines."

"That guy has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a dignified look. He looks like an officer!"

Major Hammer's face suddenly became gloomy:

The Cloak of Justice is a military uniform worn by low-ranking non-commissioned officers.

But the cloak of justice doesn't even have buttons, and it can only be kept from falling off during battle by one's own "power of justice".

Therefore, low-level non-commissioned officers with insufficient strength naturally dare not wear this kind of flamboyant clothes on the battlefield, and will only wear the cloak of justice on occasions such as rallies and swearing-in.

Over time, wearing the cloak of justice to fight has become a symbol of the strength and status of the admirals.

The man didn't wear the cloak of justice, but that didn't dispel Major Hammer's doubts.

Because he was wearing a white suit.

Major Hammer was originally from the Navy Headquarters, so he naturally knew that the admirals all had a set of custom-made suits and dresses.

The style of this suit is no different from that of ordinary suits, and it is easy to clash with ordinary people.

But standing in front of a group of marines, still wearing white suits.

This is definitely the admiral of the Navy Headquarters!

"hateful!"

"How could the people from the headquarters come so quickly!!"

Hanmer broke out suddenly in the silence, smashing the table in front of him with his palm.

Delicate teacups, elegant books, and sturdy tables and cases were all smashed into pieces and turned into rubbish under this palm.

"Master, Major?"

The subordinate asked tremblingly: "Shall we run away?!"

"Escape?"

"There are pirates everywhere in Rogge Town now, and a blind person can see that there is a problem here!"

"If we run away, we will confess our guilt without a doubt!"

Hammer gritted his teeth and said:

"The other party has already landed in Rogge Town, can you still run away under the pursuit of people with natural abilities?"

"Then what shall we do?"

The subordinate asked in panic.

The office was quiet again, and Hanmer fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Hammer's distorted face gradually returned to normal, and his voice was colder and calmer than usual:

"Prepare cash and treasure, the more the better."

"Also, take out my treasured Hailou stone bullet."

"One last time to inform Lieutenant Charles, I'm going to see him."

"yes!"

The subordinate hurriedly agreed, then turned around and left immediately.

"A genius Smoker?"

A few traces of determination flashed in Hammer's eyes: "Let me meet you!"