I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Countless capable people and lofty people gathered under the banner of this blue seagull on a white background, expelling evil and slaying pirates in the name of justice, never ending and never stopping.

"I found him!!!" A seaman suddenly opened the heavy alloy door of the monitoring room, and immediately spread the channel outside with his voice hoarse.

As this voice spread, the marines who were investigating the rooms one by one in a small group rushed towards the sound source.

The rapid pace was noisy and dense, as if thousands of people marched in and out of the fortress.

The noise and scolding stopped abruptly outside the surveillance room, even though there were a few soldiers

Be the first to squeeze into this room.

The marines stared fiercely at the rubber imp who was sitting in front of the control console and dared to talk on the phone as if nothing had happened, cracked his knuckles, and strode toward the little **** with a grinning grin.

Just looking at this posture, people who didn't know thought that there seemed to be a sea of ​​blood and deep feud between them.

"Smelly boy! The call is over?" A strong man with a seagull logo on his arm sneered at the bear boy who hung up the phone by himself: "Then our accounts should be settled."

Under the cover of the wide brim of the straw hat, most of the boy's face is hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expressions.

Silence bred in this gloomy house. The dullness and depression are intertwined in the air, as if there are beasts hiding in the darkness in front of them.

The boy's drooping head slowly raised up, allowing the marines to clearly see the neat white teeth in his grinning mouth.

The air that was almost condensed was swept away by this bright smile.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the straw hat. The smirking teenager waved to the seamen who blocked the outside of the house and said, "Hehehe, I have to run away, bye~"

The several marine soldiers who had crashed into the house immediately rushed forward, trying to cure them before the other party exerted force.

But when the brawny were surrounded, a figure rose from the front of the control console, and the speed was so fast that people could only vaguely catch a trace of the afterimage.

The sergeants on the scene are particularly familiar with this physical technique used for high-speed movement and short-distance sprinting.

The juvenile used is exactly the physical technique used by the masters of the CP intelligence department directly under the navy and the world government-[Six Types].

Dang Even someone shouted: "Be careful! He is going to run away again!! Will [shave] stop him to me!!!"

Compared with the six types of proficiency that requires both talent and hard work, many senior lieutenants and school officers in the division have more or less learned the most basic one and two styles.

When the young man who was moving at high speed was about to break through the alloy gate, several sturdy figures suddenly emerged from the crowded crowd.

"Iron. Broken!" Heavy punches with steel-like hardness are enough to strike ordinary people directly into autism.

The soldier who threw the punch did not take it lightly because he was facing a young man who was much younger than himself. On the contrary, he was quite familiar with the skill and resistance of this "habitual offender", which made him go all out.

But before his fists were close, the relatively thin figure suddenly swelled up, facing the sanctions fists thrown by the marines like a trumpeting balloon.

"[Rubber~Balloon]!"

In the next moment, a heavy punch enough to dent the iron gate was severely stamped on the round rubber balloon.

It is so powerful that it hits the rounded outer surface of the balloon deep into the interior.

From the side, it seemed that those seamen had embedded most of their bodies in rubber.

More fierce than the oncoming, a few seamen who had succeeded in one blow but had yet to show their smiles shot backwards and crashed into the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

With the help of the reaction force, the "balloon" swirled and floated straight to the window.

A furious voice from the crowd that was knocked over by the horse screamed, "Fuck! You are still covered in shit!!!"

"Shut up! Why did you get less water in the square just now? Don't let that calf run away!!!" The leading seaman snapped.

In time to pinch out the signs of internal conflict in the budding state, the marines raised their feet and chased them in the direction of Luffy's escape.

A group of big gents with stinky bodies and fascinating foreign objects on their clothes rushed past with the irritable emotions like "Your mother is dead".

The weird smell left all the way to spread freely in the fortress of the headquarters.

"Hey! Has any toilet burst? Why is it getting more and more smelly?" There was a lot of fragrance in the way of the Dang Shi team chasing Luffy.

It provokes complaints from other admirals who originally watched the excitement or knew nothing about it.

"Loss control team!!! Loss control team!!! Go and find out where you missed?!" A rear admiral who was stationed in Marin Vando habitually picked up the phone worm and yelled.

"..."

The members of the damage control team who were covering their noses and mouths looked at each other, how could they lie down?

"Uncle Hurt! Is this on a warship?" The captain of the damage control team who ran into a grandson on a warship every day, turned his head and punched the major general comrade in the face.

The extremely grumpy old brother of the damage management team was still unwilling to stop his anger, and jumped and scolded his mother: "Besides, this sewer pipe is really a damage management!!!"

Another major general, who covered his nose and mouth, turned his inquiring gaze to his colleague: "The roar is so powerful, don't you plan to make a move?"

The major general who was beaten by the old brother of the damage management team with a punch in the face was not angry. He shrugged casually and said: "Thousands of us can't catch that kid. In the end, we have to alarm the school officer, even the general officer. High-level marines make a move? How embarrassing it is to spread it out!"

The old brother of the damage management team said: "If you don't arrange for a master to catch it, the fortress in this part is about to become a cesspool."

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, these generals and school officials made a choice between their own faces and the "fortress gas chamber".

"Hands!! Send orders! Capture Monge D. Luffy, and! Arrange for manpower to repair the sewer pipes in the square!! And! Let those idiots who are stained with feces, don't rush up and down in the fortress That's it!!!" The major general's detective hand pulled a gas mask from the adjutant's waist, and put it on his face triumphantly in the other party's eyes full of mmp.

Let the boy make noise again, let alone the treatment of the gas chamber and self-confidence, even the face of the navy headquarters is about to be dragged down by the more and more noisy emergencies.

The remaining generals can even guess the gloomy expressions of the marshals and generals currently located in the new world after learning of the report:

"What? The headquarters was made filthy? What did those major generals and lieutenant generals on duty do? Go and clean the toilets!"

——And my colleagues who fought arduously abroad and desperately blocked the pirates:

"I can't catch even a kid! Shame the head! No wonder I was left behind at the rear."

Just as he walked out of the room, the Major General realized what was missing in his previous deployment: "Wait, isn't there a group of expeditionary soldiers who are seriously injured and retired from the front line for rehabilitation?"

Thinking of this, he stopped his figure abruptly.

The previous generals turned one eye to Luffy's behavior and ignored it.

On the one hand, he is indeed self-reliant and does not want to work with the juniors. On the other hand, he is the number one troublemaker in the Navy Headquarters-the old and disrespectful but prestigious Lieutenant General Karp, who is the grandfather of the rubber monkey.

But now... he seems to have found a way to save his face without being worried about by Karp.

"Tell the medical department to send out those expeditionary comrades who have basically recovered. Only Doubi can fight Doubi!"

The Major General paused for a moment, and snatched the phone worm that was only picked up by the adjutant: "I will contact them personally."