Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

Grand plan?

Smoker was shocked.

He already smelled a bad smell. The man in front of him who was a year younger than him seemed to have bad thoughts about those supreme Tianlong people.

This is a very simple truth. If the time fruit is obtained by the government, who will benefit in the end?

There is no doubt that it is a dragon!

"Oh, by the way, the marshal also acquiesced in this matter."

Suddenly, Ron dropped another bomb, which knocked Smoker into a coma.

"Impossible, Marshal... that Marshal Akainu who is loyal to the government, how is it possible!!!"

At this, Ron shrugged.

"Believe me, if you knew what happened, you would have made the same choice, it was a last resort."

know what happened?

As a last resort?

Smoker forced himself to calm down and looked at Ron seriously: "General Canglong, if I refuse, will you kill me?"

"Won't!"

"Why?"

"Because I will tell you the truth and force you to choose to join us, I have that confidence."

Ron said with a relaxed smile: "And it's useless even if you go to the Five Old Stars to report this matter. They already knew it in their hearts, but in order to prevent accidents, they will kill you instead."

"What? Even the five old stars...!!!"

It has to be said that Smoker was shocked by this series of news far more than the existence of the time fruit!

He felt that his heart was about to stop beating nervously, and the cigar in his mouth burned to the end at some point, and the ash fell all over his body.

Silence, endless silence.

After a long time, Smoker clenched his fist and asked, "What qualifications do I have to be recruited by you?!"

"Red Dog" Sakaski, veteran naval strongman, contemporary naval admiral!

"Blue Dragon" Ron, the new generation general of the navy, after Garp was blown away by Luffy's punch, he was faintly known as "the strongest navy"!

A plan endorsed by these two people is absolutely no small matter.

Smoker asked himself, how can he join in?

"What we want is not fists, fists are enough, what we want is heads!"

In this regard, Ron thought for a moment and replied.

"Marshal Akainu has always been optimistic about your piercing style, but he hates the trouble you may cause if you don't know how to measure."

"And now, you, who are already sitting as the base commander of G11, have successfully found a balance between the two."

"In addition, G11 is deep in the hinterland of the new world, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. It is very suitable for us to carry out some operations."

"So, do you understand?"

Based on strength alone, Smoker is definitely not a qualified candidate.

But he has the right time, place and people, and accidentally formed the most perfect match, which made him successfully enter the sight of the two.

Suppression by one or two top combat forces alone is not enough to complete the layout of Akainu. They need the support of a larger army to protect world peace.

In this way, Smoker became the best candidate.

He started to have his own ambitions, was willing to take action for his ambitions, and had justice in his heart, so there was almost no possibility of degeneration.

"I see……"

Smoker leaned back on the sofa feebly, clutching his forehead: "...So from the first day you came to Donghai to find me, have you been preparing for the present?"

"No, it's not."

"Okay, I agree to join the plan! But I need to know the truth of the matter! I will stop you if you do something harmful, even if it is death!"

"So I said it all, no."

"General Canglong, please give me more advice!"

With a cross on his forehead, Ron swung out a fist.

"Listen to me, bastard!"

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...

New world, unknown island.

"It's strange, there are obviously traces of living here, why can't there be any people?"

In a hut deep in the forest,

Kin'emon shook the back of his head with a strange expression.

"The trace of charcoal fire was left not long ago. Maybe they saw us coming, so they hid it?"

Kanjuro came out from the other side of the room and patted the dust off his shoulder.

"Really, the inferior people are definitely not pirate scum! Have you been misunderstood?!"

"Compared to that, hurry up and cook, Kin'emon!"

Momanosuke sat on a chair and slapped the table. The big bag and blood on his head made him look very miserable.

"Yes, young master!"

Kin'emon nodded, walked to the corner and took the bag they had carried all the way back.

"Although I don't know who put the shrimp pots on the beach, but I will never forget the kindness towards you from the lower class. I will enjoy it with gratitude. I'm sorry!"

After all, he opened his pocket and took out a lively crayfish from it.

At this time, Kin'emon's eyes were fixed.

"Murderous!"

"Who? Who's here?"

Putting his hand on the hilt of the knife, Kin'emon said with a vigilant expression: "My lord, Foxfire Kin'emon, these two are my companions! Unfortunately, we suffered a shipwreck and lost food, and we are definitely not thieves! If possible, please See you!"

Warriors are a group of people who value persistence more than life.

As retainers of the Kozuki clan, their every move is closely related to their master, so Kin'emon emphasized his tone, saying that he and the others are not thieves.

However, the room was quiet, only the three of them existed.

After waiting for a while, Jin Weimen put down his hand and pinched his nose.

"Huh? Could it be that I made a mistake?"

"What? Don't scare me, Kin'emon."

Kanjuro let go of the hand holding the giant pen and said, "You deal with the ingredients first, and I'll go outside to pick up some firewood and come back."

"Oh... oh! I see."

Scratching his head strangely, Kin'emon glanced left and right, then continued to squat down, and took out a lobster.

At this time...!

"Let me go you bastard! There are so many fish, why do you have to eat lobster?!"

At the blind spot of sight, a pink unknown object shot out, and the voice was full of anger.

"Ouch!"

Unprepared, Kin'emon screamed, frantically waved his hands and danced on the spot.

"It hurts, it hurts! Let go, let go!"

Momonosuke, Kanjuro: "..."

"Hello, Kanjuro."

"Your subordinate is here, young master!"

"Am I dazzled? That's... the plush toy on the cabinet?"

"Yes, young master, it is indeed the plush toy on the cabinet..."

Suddenly, the two looked shocked and hugged each other in horror.

"A monster!"

"The plush toy is talking!!"

At this time, seeing that his attack didn't work, the pink plush toy's eyes flashed with unwillingness, and he let go of his mouth and flapped his wings to fly to the table.

"What a fuss! This uncle is Dover... Lord Pink Feather, what's so strange about being able to talk?!"

"No, it's weird, okay?!"

Looking at the flamingo plush toy's natural expression, the three roared with fangs.

"Tch, it really is a group of ordinary people who don't know the existence of the fruit of childlike fun..."

Flamingo... Doflamingo thought disdainfully, and suddenly grinned, the bird's beak tilted left and right exaggeratedly.

"But this is also good, it proves that they can trust for a while."

Thinking of this, he crossed his wings in front of his chest with a domineering expression.

"At first, I wanted to steal your boat and drive away, but it turned out to be broken like that. You really are a bunch of idiots to drive such a broken boat in the new world?"

"Hey, your words are dangerous in every sense, hey!"

The corner of Kanjuro's mouth twitched, looking at the seemingly harmless but vile and evil flamingo doll on the table.

"However, being able to say this proves that you are indeed the owner of this house."

"Let me introduce myself, Kanjuro in the rain. If possible, can you give us some food? Of course, the inferior people are not thieves. As a reward, you can ask for anything you need."

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