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"Give me another cup of CP9's judicial tea"

Vashto, who was lying on a sun lounger in his flowery shorts and basking in the sun, gave instructions to the CP9 members next to him.

Ever since being picked up on this big ship by Spandine's speedboat, Vashto has completely let go of himself, taken off his navy justice coat, and entered a travel and leisure mode.

At first, Spandine wanted to show his power to him, but when he saw that Vashto was half a body taller than him and the information about Vashto that he had just asked his men to collect,

He admitted that he was a coward and that this was another person he couldn't afford to offend for the time being.

He had seen violent navy before, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Washto, who could directly rip off the opponent's head.

If you can avoid provoking such an evil spirit, then don't provoke it. Isn't it better to live a good life without any illness or disaster?

"Major General Vashto, this is the judicial tea I just heated up for you. We will be able to reach our destination in about six days."

Spandine stood beside the chair and placed the hot tea in his hand on the small table next to Vashto.

Although his promotion does not depend on the navy, he might as well make friends when he is out there.

"Thank you. Hey, isn't Judicial Island still ten days away? Why isn't that the destination?"

Vashto was acutely aware of the contradictions in Spandine's words.

When I first read the newspaper, I saw the title of Judicial Island, the City That Never Sleeps, and wondered if it was the "City of Sin" like the original world, with bright lights and feasting and people living in dissolute dissoluteness.

Unfortunately, although the Judicial Island is called the Judicial Island, it has no judicial power. Any trial is entirely based on the will of the World Government.

Anyone who was taken to Judicial Island was deemed a criminal, and there had never been a not guilty verdict in history. He was still wondering if he would be the first person to break this record.

When he returned to the headquarters, he passed by those empty courts, which were comparable to the drums for seeking justice that were overgrown with grass in some places.

More formal than formal justice.

"That's ridiculous. That place is a place where people can only come in but not out. All the people I have detained over the years have been thrown into the Impel prison and are now moldy and smelly."

"But I'll give you a tip, brother. This time the destination is not Judicial Island. I can't tell you the specific place now. It's against the rules. You don't want to see me again in the city, right?"

Spandine pulled over a rattan chair and lay down next to Vashto, almost saying.

Talking to a humble second-generation navy man made him feel like a spring breeze. It was a pity that the two of them were not in the same system, otherwise he would have to pay homage to the leader, and his future promotion path would not be smooth.

"Brother Si is right. It is really difficult for you to ask about such details. I am just a little worried about my trial. Worrying will lead to confusion."

After taking two sips of hot tea, Vashto lay back on the rattan chair to bask in the sun.

During these few days on the ship, he couldn't train and had no acquaintances to chat with, so he could only chat with Spandine reluctantly.

"Brother, be content. This is the first time in all my years that I have seen someone drink "judicial tea" while lying in the sun. Usually, it is either poured on the face when wearing a cloth mask, or it is directly punished by severe punishment."

Spandine turned over and basked in the sun on his back.

His mission this time was to deliver Vashto intact to the island where the navy conducted secret experiments. He knew nothing else.

However, the word "intact" was specially marked in red in the document regarding the task, so he no longer dared to show off his CP organization's power to the other party.

He wished that if a hair fell off, he would stick it back to Vashto.

...

Vashto stretched. These past few days he was either sleeping or fishing, basking in the sun or eating. It was so boring that he didn't even encounter a pirate ship that he could attack.

"Oh my god, Brother Si, we are a little too close. Let me make it clear that I like this."

Vashto joked when he saw Spandine standing in front of his bed, looking at him silently.

"No, I don't like this either. My son can crawl now. Get up and pack up. We'll be there in an hour or two."

Spandane's face was filled with fatigue. Yesterday, in order to do some private business for a noble and check the whereabouts of a person, he directed his confidants to search through the vast sea of ​​information for half the night, which made him exhausted.

"Is there any breakfast? I'm hungry. You can't let people accept the verdict on an empty stomach, right?"

Vashto touched his stomach and asked Spandine who was about to leave.

"The chef on board is cooking. I'll have my men bring it to your room later."

Spandine went out and gave some instructions to the two men with thick dark circles under their eyes who were guarding the door.

...

"What the hell, Xiaoyuan brother, why is it you? Long time no see. Why do you have more wrinkles?"

When Vashto, who had just disembarked to face trial by the World Government, saw the person coming towards him, his jaw almost dropped.

Isn't this Borsalino from the Marine Recruit Advanced Training Camp?

We are old acquaintances. Time flies, but he still looks that prematurely aged and annoying.

"Hey, isn't this Vashto, one of the twin stars of the Advanced Battalion? I was wondering who would take over my position, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Borsalino, like Vashto, was dragging his luggage, looking like he was getting ready to go on a long journey.

"Huh? I came here to be judged by the World Government. How come I was transferred? Where is this?"

Vashto hugged each other politely and then asked the question seriously.

"Ah? This is an island under the jurisdiction of the Naval Science Department. The exact address is confidential. Didn't anyone tell you when you came in? And what about the trial? Did you commit a crime?"

Borsalino scratched his head, he was originally going to be transferred to the Four Seas after parting with the Advanced Camp, but someone in his family helped him get a position as a major general of protection in the Naval Science Department.

In this way, when he goes out, he can be promoted to become the head of a branch with good reason.

He originally wanted to go home to visit his family during the New Year holiday, but just now he received news that his parents were traveling, so he had to give up the idea of ​​going home.

I thought that since I was already here, I might as well wait for the new naval commander at the port for a while, so as to avoid having to go out to greet him when I return, which would be too troublesome.

"I killed a prince from a member country who was doing evil. His father complained to the World Government, and they brought me here."

Vashto spread his hands and said lightly that he and the other party had fished snake meat from the same pot together in the advanced camp, so there was no need to hide this little news from the other party.

"Oh, so...that's...how...it is"

Borsalino's words dragged out, and he was right about the people. Neither Vashto nor Sakaski were stable people, and they were in a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, I didn't get too close to these two people at the beginning.