I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

There are very few fools who can make a famous pirate in this sea.

Especially the leaders and deputies of the big forces, in addition to excellent strength, all of them are human beings.

Even if you want to arrange a navy undercover pirate, you have to find someone who is not very conspicuous, right?

As long as he got the list of escapes from this part, not to mention other people, just the words [Monkey] and [D] can see the problem more or less.

As for the iconic curly eyebrows of the Vinsmok family, most of them can't escape the discerning eyes of others.

Get a satisfied answer, Sakazuki patted the thigh: "That's right."

The fox glanced at the boss anxiously, his lips twitched twice, after all, he didn't dare to shake the words from his heart.

[What's right... This obviously belongs to you. 】

He can roughly guess that Mr. Sa’s original intention was for such a group to deliberately join the pirate camp, and most of them, dressed in pirate skins, would be used as a foreshadowing for the disintegration of the navy and disturbing the balance of forces in the new world.

But now this "foretelling" is too obvious! !

Lu Fei and the others almost had a few words on their faces: I am a navy undercover agent.

"These famous children, who are sent to be undercover agents, can only deceive single-cell idiots." The gloomy and dark-bellied general twitched the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be an inexplicable luster across his eyes. : "Used to attract attention, but it is excellent."

Lindeman was visibly stunned, only then did he realize that his boss seemed to have something to say.

Glancing at his contemplative subordinates, the general's mouth couldn't hide the upward arc: "Why, don't you understand?"

"do not know."

The very happy old black-bellied dog patted the fox on the shoulder and almost wedged him into the floor: "If you don't understand, it's right!"

With a big wave of his hand, he took Lindeman out of the office: "Go, go eat hot pot."

"President Sa, it's only breakfast time, are you serious???"

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"I said, is your expeditionary army serious?" Eating hot beef with snot and tears, Kuzan's forehead was full of sweat beads the size of soybean particles: "Early morning, eat hot pot? "

Above a large copper pot that is enough for dozens of people to lay down chopsticks, there is a spicy and fragrant heat. It is said that this is one of the symbols of legionary culture.

Hot pot, this is a catering that emphasizes culinary inclusiveness, rich-flavored meats, vegetables with little vegetarianism, and ingredients from different islands and regions can meet and gather in this hot copper pot.

Just like the expeditionary force itself gathered by freaks.

Either weird tempers, or full of hacks and slashes, or once belonged to the original pirates, the original revolutionary army... these geeks who are not recognized by the mainstream in the navy can all be in the Burning Legion. Gathered under the name.

From ordinary sergeants at the basic level of the expeditionary force to the famous lieutenant admiral, to the general navy headquartered in the name of the world government’s highest combat power, they salvaged and ate in the same pot regardless of respect or inferiority.

Without words to deliberately emphasize, this pot originally represents the cultural atmosphere of "concentricity, togetherness, sharing, and happiness".

The surface of the gurgling red soup was immersed in a dozen pairs of long chopsticks. The elders of the expeditionary army did not understand what was wrong with eating this stuff for breakfast.

Dozens of sturdy men nearly cut off most of the aisle, and the marines with fried eggs, bacon and other meals on their plates all looked at the expedition sequence that started high-profile early in the morning in horror.

"General Kuzan, you will be more convincing if you put down the contents of the bowl when you criticize~" After more than ten years of influence, Lindeman is no longer the little spicy chicken that jumps on the ground as soon as he eats a red pot.

Mix the seasoning skillfully, a certain European heresy

He complained: "Can't you eat soup pot?"

"Shut up, the mandarin duck is the bottom line." Sakazuki quickly grabbed the hot hairy belly from Kuzan chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

Watching as the food was snatched away, the sleepworm was furious by the almost domineering behavior of Sakazuki.

He peeped cordially. When he picked up another piece of rabbit meat with chopsticks in Sakazuki, Brother Kuzan used his chopsticks like a knife and squeezed it to the other side of the rabbit fiercely.

The complaints sounded almost at the same time:

"release!"

"release!"

[Come on, these two masters are here again. The rest of the expeditionary soldiers watched their noses, noses, and hearts. They had witnessed this kind of scene more than a hundred times. God knows why these two generals often tear up because of trivial matters.

"Kuzan, brother, I remember you shouldn't eat rabbit meat, right?" Sakazuki in a dark red-breasted coat said indifferently.

Kuzan, wearing an ice blue shirt and white waistcoat, refused to let go: "Really? Then who swore to Gion not to eat rabbit meat last week?"

Silent atmosphere spread around the hot dining table. On this square inch of the battlefield, it was like a song of ice and fire.

A pair of chopsticks penetrated into the middle section of the rabbit meat like lightning, and directly provoked it.

Under the gaze of Sakazuki and Kuzan's disgusting eyes, Uncle Xiliu ate his mouth full of oil: "Thank you, two bosses!"

"..."

However, in another area of ​​the table, even Dauberman, who has the best friendship with ghost spiders, couldn't help but want to pick up the knife and cut people.

The scarred fighting dog stared up at people and was particularly vicious: "Ghost spider, don't go too far! At the same time, stir in the pot with eight pairs of chopsticks. Will you let us eat farts?"

Seeing Kuzan guarding the food with his hand in front of the newly blanched beef, Sakazuki kindly persuades: "Hey, Kuzan, the old man sincerely advises you to let go of this spicy beef."

Kuzan thought that Brother Xionggou started anew, and planned to change the way to **** the food, repeatedly refusing to say: "Ah la la, it's okay, didn't I just ate a piece?"

Glancing at the marinated beef placed on the ice tray next to Kuzan, even if he is addicted to spicy food like Sakazuki, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

The beef that has just fallen down on this plate is covered with a condiment called "fire-breathing pepper".

This kind of thing that can be seen from the name is the "beautiful goods" that Sakazuki accidentally discovered during the battle on an island in the new world.

As its name suggests, the fire-breathing pepper with a special capsaicin can literally let the eater shoot out flames.

Full of the pride and joy of the winner, Kuzan stuffed the beef into his mouth.

Immediately, a full-foot-high flame shot out from the depths of his mouth.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Heh, is this burning fruit?" By has always owed the unforgiving tongue Xiliu.

Kuzan, who was hot from his throat, had a nervous and helpless tone:

"It's so spicy! Water!! Water!! Give me water!!"

As he spoke, his hands clapped around the dining table indiscriminately, trying to find a cold drink that could be drunk immediately.

An open palm rest held a glass full of water in front of Kuzan's eyes, and the dark red coat sleeves revealed the identity of the owner.