The Sith looked into the distance and smiled disdainfully, "Is this important, Brigadier General Smog?"

"Is this not important, Lieutenant Sith?" Smog turned his head and just faced the Sith's eyes, his eyes sharp as if it was a javelin. "The Navy will never let a spy climb to a high position."

"Oh?" Sith felt funny. If the Navy's internal inventory system was really so powerful, then what was Virgo? He was the lieutenant general and the minister of the G5 branch.

"But I'm not a spy, Smog."

"Who knows?"

Smoger spread his hands, holding a cigar in his mouth, and the smile on his face was a bit fun.

"Lieutenant Sith, you are a man without a past. No one knows who you were in the past? Who belongs to, who obeys orders, and who are working for? There are too many young pirates these days, and who knows if you are a good person?"

Sith smiled. He did not take Smog's threat to heart. It was just to scare him and find face. If Smog really had this brain and scheming, he would be just a brigade general. If he didn't say much, how could a major general have been there?

Sith stretched indifferently and glanced at Smog.

"Young Agent? Are you talking about Rob Luci? He is not in good condition now."

"Huh!" Smoger raised his eyebrows and vomited a smoke ring, "Robu Luci? A loser who can't even solve the problem of a straw hat boy."

Sith shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. What should I do? Should I tell this guy that you are worse than Robluchi in two years. He has a chance to take revenge, but you can't even see the taillights of the car.

After thinking a little in my mind, Sith finally gave up this idea. Some things still have to be experienced by themselves. Some people said it, but it didn't work. Just sighed slightly.

"The straw hat boy opened his head very badly."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Smogg looked over with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I don't object to him wanting to save his companion. It's understandable that even if we only knew each other for a few days, as long as we are still on the same boat and you are caught by the pirates, I will save you.

But he stole the judicial island, so some people said it.

He robbed a judicial island and gave birth to a big pirate. He gained an unimaginable fame and bounty that ordinary pirates could not imagine, and created a very bad atmosphere, which was to rob the court and threaten the law.

In the eyes of pirates, the courts are almost equal to bounty. Other pirates may not be able to rob the judicial island, but there are Kagoshima, Tukoshima, and Kumakoshima. Now the judicial system is completely in chaos.”

Smoger was silent for a moment. The Straw Hat Boy ran away from him. If he seriously considered it, he couldn't get rid of it. Perhaps the government and the Navy would not pursue it, but he thought so in his heart, and the justice he believed in was the same.

He sucked the cigar in his mouth and clenched his fists. His desire to capture the straw hat boy was even stronger. The mistake he made should be compensated by Shimoge.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, Sith waved his hand and grinned at him.

"Okay, okay, things are not serious enough. After all, the world government is the world government, not a cat or a dog. The countermeasures have begun. Let's talk about me now!"

"Oh?" Smog no longer had the calmness he had just now. He grabbed his brow and turned to look at the Sith, "So who should you be?"

"My? I have been a navy since Colonel Victor picked me up. In the past, now, and in the future, if nothing unexpected happens, I will be a navy for the rest of my life."

Sith looked at the sky with his eyes, leaned against the railing with his chest, feeling that he had never passed by like this.

After saying that, Sith turned around, took out a cigarette candy from his arms and put it in his mouth, and looked back at Smog.

"So, Brigadier General Smoger, can I leave now, right?"

Smog stood there in a daze, not answering for a long time, but stared at the back of Sith. He seemed to see a light. He had seen this light in his teacher Zefa, in the Navy's Warring States Period, in the generals Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji. It was a light that belonged to the navy, belonged to glory and justice.

After a long time, Smog finally came to his senses, bounced the ashes on his body, and a hint of emotion appeared on his solemn face.

"It seems that this guy has found his own justice. Is it order?"

...

boom!

A thunder sounded in the sky, and the bright lightning outside the window seemed to shine like the night as bright as day. Warships were swaying in the waves, and clouds were rippling on the sea. Even a navy with professional navigators would inevitably encounter storms.

"Moses Moses, this is the town of Gutai, please pick up Brigadier General Smog..."

"I am Smoger." Standing on the deck that was shaking constantly, Smoger bit a cigar as usual. Even if it was windy and rainy, the cigar would never be thrown away when it was storm. This is the pride of old smokers.

"Brother General Smog, this is Gutai Town. The pirates have landed. Please support, request support..."

"Who is the other party?"

"The other party is...sizzling..."

"Hey, can you still hear it? Damn!"

Smoger slapped the microphone roughly and wanted to take a cigarette, but the cigar had been wet with the rain, and his heart became more and more anxious and stepped on the ground.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you turn around and go to Gutai Town?"

Sith stood there holding a long knife, looking at the scene coldly. He neither stepped forward to comfort him nor went up to point fingers. He was all the old navy. There were many things that need not be said. When the matter was about to come, just tell him who to cut.

Since he is a pirate, he must be prepared to die when he gets ashore. He doesn't believe that he can meet a second straw hat boy in this West Sea.

Some things that you say cannot be touched, but they cannot be touched. Whoever touches him or her will cut him or her. No matter how many hands you have pressed in the new era, how many hands you have pressed, how many hands he has cut.

In the cabin, Smoger changed another cigar at some point, followed by Daschi and his adjutant, and glanced back at Sith.

"Lieutenant Sith, it seems that you haven't been to the battlefield some days, right? How about it, are you panic?"

Lighting the cigarette, Smog was sucking heavily, his fingers trembling unstoppable. Gutai Town was still not in touch, and it might have fallen. Compared to the Sith, he seemed to need to be calmer.

The Sith turned his head and looked at him. Although he smoked, drank, and looked like a gangster, he was a good navy.

Holding the soft cloth around your waist, Sith smiled at Smog,

"Don't worry, the 'Cang' in my hand is already hungry and thirsty."
Chapter completed!