One Piece: I'm a Good Person

Nami and Nokigo were walking down the street, just about to buy some long-lasting food, when they sensed an unusual atmosphere on the street.

Pedestrians on the street were walking hurriedly, looking nervous, and whispering about something.

"What? The naval base was conquered by pirates! How is this possible? Commander Mod"

"Alas, now that Lord Smoker is gone, the pirates are really too rampant."

"I heard that he seems to be a young man, so he shouldn't be a pirate."

"Haha, they’re attacking the naval base, so what are they if not pirates?"

Nami and Nojiko looked at each other as they listened to the discussions of the people around them.

It seemed that Rice had already implemented the plan, and it was Plan C, the craziest one. Fortunately, it was going well so far.

Nami was nervous now, and thought to herself that they had to speed up their pace.

Panic spread in Rogue Town, and the originally bustling streets became empty, with every house closed.

The residents of Rogue Town rarely faced such a scene. Although the pirates coming and going were powerful, the navy guarding here were the most powerful navy in the East China Sea, and such things rarely happened.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, five warships slowly approached the shore, more than twice as large as Rice's warships.

Brigadier General Montru stood on the deck, with rows of upright navy behind him, full of a tough and imposing aura. They were all elite soldiers from the Grand Line.

And Brigadier General Montru was also a powerful figure who defeated the 50 million Bailey pirates.

At this moment, they came to Rogue Town from the Grand Line, not to wipe out the pirates, but to rescue their colleagues.

Brigadier General Montru waved his hand and said in a deep voice:"Let's go!"

The navy soldiers responded in unison, their voices were deafening:"Yes!"

Brigadier General Montrug led hundreds of navy soldiers into the streets of Rogue Town.

Brigadier General Montrug looked around Rogue Town, which was empty, and his face became even uglier.

The navy's uniform footsteps made a clattering sound, echoing in the street.

The residents couldn't help but be shocked. A child quietly opened the window and saw the soldiers in navy uniforms with an imposing manner. His eyes lit up.

He turned to his parents and said,"It's the navy! Father, mother."

Father and mother came over, and through the gap in the window, they saw the navy walking on the street, and they breathed a sigh of relief and settled down.

The mother clasped her hands together on her chest:"That's great, God bless you."

More and more residents opened their windows and saw the navy coming to help, with excitement on their faces.

Despite this, they still did not choose to go out, but just cheered for the navy in the house.

Brigadier General Montrue walked to the front of the base building and saw soldiers lying on the ground in groups on the first floor.

Montrue frowned, stepped forward quickly, squatted in front of a soldier and put his hand in front of his nose. After feeling the warm breath, he rolled his eyes and touched his heart, and then he was sure that he was just unconscious.

Montrue signaled with his eyes, and the medical soldiers immediately stepped forward to treat him.

Leaving a team of soldiers to be responsible for the treatment, Brigadier General Montrue led a team of soldiers upstairs. Along the way, there were naval soldiers lying on the ground in all directions, and Montrue had to let his men treat them one by one.

Finally, when they reached the fourth floor, there were only two deputies and a dozen soldiers around Montrue.

Rice had heard the noise a long time ago, knocked Mode unconscious, and held him hostage.

Montrue stood at the gate, looking at Rice calmly:"I got the pointer, let the man go."

As he spoke, he noticed that Mode was different, and his eyes became sharp:"What's wrong with Mode?"

Les held Mode with his left hand, and Mode tilted his head, closed his eyes, and lost consciousness.

Les looked at Monru and said,"Don't worry, he's just unconscious."

Monru had a rough face, a lot of beard, a tall figure, well-developed muscles, and a cloak of justice behind him. He looked very imposing.

Monru was relieved. In his perception, Mode was indeed still alive:"Then how do we exchange it?"

Les laughed:"No hurry, let's go to another place to hand it over."Then he walked towards Monru.

Monru's eyes condensed, and he wondered in his heart whether to take action.

Snap, Snap, Rice quickly came in front of Monru, 3 meters, 2 meters, Monru finally slightly sideways and made way. Rice was not afraid, and escorted Mode through the door with a calm face.

Monru looked at Rice's back, clenched his fists, and finally put them down. He was not sure that he could kill Rice in one blow, so he gave up the idea of attacking Rice.

Rice's mouth curled up, and he didn't dare to take action. Although he was not afraid of him, he didn't want to take action. Rice believed in using brains instead of force.

Then, Rice pressed Mode out of the naval base, and Monru followed closely with dozens of navy.

On the way, Monru was worried that his naval soldiers would be impulsive, and shouted:"Don't do it, follow him."

The navy under him responded, holding flintlock rifles, slightly bowed his body, made a fighting posture, surrounded Les and walked slowly forward.

Les pressed Mode down the street, surrounded by navy soldiers at 360 degrees.

The residents saw such a scene through the gaps in the windows and were surprised. They didn't expect that someone would dare to hold a naval officer hostage.

Time passed, Les walked out of the street and reached the coast, near the ferry. Montrou couldn't help but said,"Les, where are you going?"

Les smiled and said,"We're almost there."

Unknowingly, they had arrived at the berth, next to which were five imposing warships.

Suddenly, Les grabbed Mode, walked a few steps to one of the warships, and jumped on.

The surrounding naval soldiers did not dare to act rashly, for fear of accidentally injuring Lieutenant Colonel Mode, so they had to get out of the way and watched Les take Mode onto their warship.

Brigadier General Montrou followed behind him with a gloomy face:"Les, what are you going to do?"

Les Lang smiled:"Of course we are trading here, but we have to include this warship."

Monru's face looked ugly and his eyes were angry:"What are you kidding? The conditions you proposed did not mention a warship."

Rice said as a matter of course:"There is no way! How can I escape without a warship? If you don't agree, Lieutenant Colonel Mode will suffer."

Monru's eyes were blazing, his face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth and said:"Okay, I can give you the warship, now let's exchange pointers."

Monru's original good impression of Rice for not killing the soldiers was gone. After rescuing Lieutenant Colonel Mode, he must send this bastard to the underwater prison and lock him up for life.

Rice smiled and said:"Okay, you give the pointer to your men now, let him go to the warship, put down the pointer and leave immediately, I will let go of Lieutenant Colonel Mode at the same time and let him go back."

At this time, there were three knocks on the cabin door. Rice's mouth curled up, and he was in a good mood.

Monru thought about it and nodded and agreed:"Okay, I hope you don't play tricks."

Monru handed the two pointers to the colonel beside him, a fair-skinned young man who looked frail. But in fact, he was agile and strong, and his appearance was very deceptive. He whispered in his ear,"Put down the pointers later and wait for an opportunity to take Mode away." Dikawen nodded calmly and took the two pointers.

Rice saw that the other party sent a pretty boy to deliver the pointers, but he was not careless. Being entrusted with such an important task said a lot of things.

Dikawen walked onto the warship step by step with firm and powerful steps.

After boarding the warship, he glanced at Rice, then bent down and placed the pointers on the deck.

He stood up but did not leave. He looked at Les and signaled Les to let him go.

Les sneered and said,"You all retreat fifty meters. I'll let Mod walk over by himself."

Monru thought for a moment and agreed. Fifty meters away, he could still come in time for rescue.

The navy retreated fifty meters.