I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Sis glanced into the distance and smiled disdainfully, "Is this important, Brigadier General Smoker?"

"Isn't this important, Lieutenant Sith?" Smoker turned his head and met Sith's eyes. His eyes were as sharp as 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 is really so powerful, then who does Vergo count? He is a vice admiral and the director of the G5 branch.

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

"Who knows?"

Smoker spread his hands, holding a cigar in his mouth, with a playful smile on his face.

"Lieutenant Sith, you are a man without a past. No one knows who you were in the past? Who you belong to, who you take orders from, and who you work for? There are so many young pirates and young agents these days, who knows? Are you a good person?"

Sis smiled. He didn't take Smoker's threat to heart. It was just to scare him and save face. If Smoker really had such brains and scheming, he would still be just a brigadier general. , Not to mention too much, a major general should have it, right?

Sith stretched out nonchalantly and glanced sideways at Smoker.

"Young agent? Are you talking about Rob Luqi? His current situation is not very good."

"Phew!" Smoker raised his eyebrows and blew out a smoke ring, "Rob Luigi? He's just a loser who can't even be defeated by the Straw Hat Kid."

Sith shook his head and shrugged, what should I do? Do you want to tell this guy that you will be worse off than Rob Luci in two years? He still has a chance for revenge, but you can't even see the taillights.

After thinking about it for a while, Sith finally gave up the idea. Some things still have to be experienced by oneself. Others said it, but it didn't work. He just sighed slightly,

"The Straw Hat got off to a very bad start."

"Oh, what should I say?" Smoker looked over, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"He wants to save his companions. I don't object to this. It's human nature and understandable. Even if we only know each other for a few days, as long as we are on the same boat and you are caught by pirates, I will save you.

But if he robbed the Judiciary Island, that would be a big deal.

He robbed a judicial island and gave birth to a great pirate. As a result, he gained fame and bounty unimaginable for ordinary pirates, and created a very bad trend, that is, robbing courts and threatening the law.

The current court is almost equal to the bounty in the eyes of pirates. Other pirates may not be able to rob Justice Island, but there are Kagoshima, Rabbit Island, and Xiongji Island. The current judicial system is completely in chaos. "

Smoker was silent for a while. The Straw Hat Kid ran away from him. Seriously, he couldn't escape the involvement. Maybe the government and the navy wouldn't pursue it, but he thought so in his heart, and so did the justice he believed in. Think so.

He took a sharp puff of the cigar in his mouth, clenched his fists, and his desire to capture the Straw Hat Kid became even stronger. The mistakes he made should be made up for by Smoker himself.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, Sis waved his hand and grinned at him,

"Okay, okay, the matter is not that serious. After all, the world government is the world government, not just a cat or a dog. Countermeasures have already begun. Let's talk about me now!"

"Oh?" Smoker no longer had the calmness he had just now. He frowned and turned to look at Sith, "Then who are you?"

"Me? I have been a Marine since Captain Victor picked me up. I was, am, and will be in the future. If nothing else happens, I will be a Marine for the rest of my life."

Sis stared at the sky and leaned against the railing with his arms folded, feeling that he had never been so upright.

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

"Well, Brigadier Smoker, can I leave now?"

Smoker was stunned on the spot and did not answer for a long time. He just stared at the back of Sith. He seemed to see a light. He had seen this kind of light in his teacher Zefa and in Navy Marshal Sengoku. I have seen it in the generals Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji. It is the light that belongs exclusively to the navy, and belongs to glory and justice.

After a long time, Smoker finally came back to his senses, flicked the cigarette ashes on his body, and there was a hint of emotion on his solemn face.

"It seems like this guy has found his own justice, is it order?"

……

boom!

There was a thunder in the sky, and the bright lightning outside the window seemed to make the night as bright as day. The warships were swaying in the waves, and the clouds were moving on the sea. Even the navy with professional navigators would inevitably encounter storms.

"Moses Moses, this is Gutai Town, please pick up Brigadier General Smog..."

"I am Smoker." Standing on the rocking deck, Smoker chewed a cigar as usual. Even if it is windy, rainy, or in a storm, he must not lose his cigar. This is an old smoker. proud.

"Brigadier General Smoker, this is Gutai Town, pirates have landed, please support, please support..."

"Who is the other party?"

"The other party is... Zizi..."

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

Smoker hung up the phone rudely and wanted to take a cigarette, but the cigar had already been wet by the rain. He became more and more anxious and stomped on the ground.

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

Sis held the long knife and stood there, looking at this scene coldly. He neither stepped forward to comfort nor point fingers. They were all old marines. There were many things that didn't need to be said so much. When things came to a close, Just tell him who to kill.

Since he was a pirate, he had to be prepared to die when he got ashore. He didn't believe that he could meet another Straw Hat boy in the Western Sea.

Some things that are said not to be touched mean that they cannot be touched. Whoever touches them will be chopped off. No matter how many hands you suppress in the new era, how many hands you suppress will be chopped off.

In the cabin, Smoker didn't know when he changed to another cigar, followed by Dusky and his lieutenants, and glanced back at Sith.

"Lieutenant Sith, it seems you haven't been on the battlefield for a while, right? How are you, are you panicking?"

Lighting the cigarette, Smoker was taking a long puff, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. Gu Taizhen still hadn't contacted him. He might have fallen. He seemed to need to calm down more than the Sith.

Sis turned to look at him. Although he smoked, drank, and looked like a gangster, he was a good marine.

Taking the soft cloth around his waist and wiping the long knife in his hand, Sith smiled at Smoker.

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

Smoker also grinned at him. At this time, there was an extraordinarily tacit understanding between them.