I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"It's just a country of harmony. Our noble Tianlong people are about to regain control of the three ancient weapons, and completely get rid of the constraints of the navy in high-level combat power!" Action, the five old stars are full of expectations for the future trend of the world pattern: "At that time, a navy marshal said that he would change."

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When the five old stars hung up communication with the navy headquarters, Sakazuki jumped up from the seat:

"Quick! Quick!!! Quick!!! Drag the long-range strategic missile developed by the Templar Watcher to the old man."

The navy headquarters immediately showed a scene of hustle and bustle following your marshal's urgent order, and even the marines were confused and asked their comrades in a low voice: "What does Chi Commander do with that semi-finished weapon?"

"Last time Gion Lieutenant Admiral arrived in Alabastan with a long-range missile with a warhead separated into a crew compartment?" A member of the Temple Watcher who was asked about this casually reminded him, but his expression was also the same. Full of confusion.

Because in his established impression, Sa is always a face-to-face person.

The general green pheasant will choose the simplest bicycle to drive him around. The general yellow ape is also a casualist, and he will use whatever means of transportation he has, and never pick and choose.

But under normal circumstances, he rushed to the scene, often with a cannonball stepped out of the chamber.

Green Bull is a slacker. Since he was assigned the task of sitting in the Ark-class air fortress [Spear of Arden], he has never been on the field.

Only Fujitora and the Saskatchewan General Association honestly chose the warship as the vehicle, carrying the mighty power of the giant iron armor, and drove to the location of the incident in a mighty manner.

But now...what would make his old man use the semi-finished products so eagerly?

These marines didn't have time to think about it. The navy headquarters that received the emergency assembly instructions quickly entered a state of combat readiness. Hundreds of marines rushed inside and outside the fortress in an efficient and orderly manner, and issued a series of instructions in a hurry.

After a long period of warfare, batches of experienced skilled workers have been refined for the navy headquarters. The Templar Watcher units that have received the order have already been proficiently debugging their own military products to ensure that this semi-finished product will not be extinguished or stopped halfway. Frequent failures, the Marshal who was carrying them halfway, plunged into the sea.

In fact, there are many people who have this concern in their hearts. The probability of failure of this kind of semi-finished product that is still under development is not small, and the stability of its thruster has not yet been resolved.

Even if the new fuel developed by Aunt Mo can reliably and continuously supply energy, there are still many unknown factors that need to be dealt with or ascertained during the flight of the missile itself.

Even if it is a well-designed and fairly mature military product, there is a high probability of failure in the mass production or use process.

Whether the semi-finished product that has not passed the risk inspection test can cope with various emergencies halfway through, this is a test for all the R&D engineers in charge of this project.

Take, for example, the ridged tank they delivered to the Templar Watcher combat unit. Is the design structure mature enough? However, he still lays down frequently, and was dragged back from the battlefield by the Engineering Department to the factory for repairs.

The last batch of tank engines that fought in the desert and other harsh natural environments had more or less problems.

And it is said that the new type of single-soldier combat backpack propeller developed by Dr. Begapunk himself, hasn't it blown up Major Tan Ya's daily life?

In terms of probability theory, failures will always exist.

A rocket that can be successfully carried and safely transported to the designated location by the generals and others in the Gion Garden, a series of failures may occur if they are handled by individuals.

But as everyone knows... Mr. Sa’s luck is a bit... well, what...

This kind of metaphysics of character fighting, to be honest, the experts in the scientific research department are more willing to let Kuzanda take the corresponding risks in the future.

According to Mr. Sa's body strength that is hard enough to polish Hailoushi, it would be fine even if the missile exploded due to unstable fuel conduction in the middle.

But in case...in case the missile flies to a halfway stop and throws the boss of the marshal into the sea, the fun will be great.

It is conceivable that your Excellency the Marshal, who holds the Moon Step in the air, can leave before the missile crashes into the sea.

It's just that...Mom, do I need more research funding for the next quarter! ! ! ?

Originally, the research and development of high-end weapons was to raise gold swallowing beasts. Over the years, the research department of the Templar Watcher absolutely occupied the bulk of the military expenditures of the entire navy.

If the joke of "Marshal of the Navy crashed on a ragged thing from the Scientific Research Department", if it is really spread, try to laugh at the gang of pirates and senior officials of the world government who are watching the navy jokes on the spot.

[In short, this Roush's metaphysical probability cannot be bet on. 】In this short and rushing moment, the scientific research scholars have such an idea in their minds.

Seeing Mr. Sa enthusiastically stepped toward the semi-finished product, all the R&D personnel who remained inside the base panicked.

"Quick! Come! Stop the marshal!! Don't let his old man sit on semi-finished missiles!!!"

Hoarse warnings resounded from floor to floor of the institute, and panicked researchers rushed out of their respective research rooms one after another, and rushed toward Sakazuki in a majestic posture like moths fighting fire. Try to stop the opponent's figure.

Take the luck of the Lord of the Legion to bet on the research funding in the second half of this year? The Templar Watchers agreed that—don’t do this stupid thing.

"Mr. Sa, forget it, isn't it fast to go in an airship?" The great scientists who belonged to the temple watcher hugged the waist of Sakazuki with tears, and hung up. : "It's really not possible. Let's entrust the Megatron to send you off. It's both platooning and quick."

"Let go to this handsome!!" The Sakazuki who was so angry was so gloomy, how could this gang of **** conclude that the missile he was riding on would fail halfway?

He remembers the last time Gion brought a ticket of Major General and Lieutenant General to arrive safely in Alabastan by long-range missiles.

[Gion can touch it, I can't touch it? Pooh! 】For this kind of feudal superstition, Sakazuki said that this is outrageous.

Immediately, the arrogant Marshal-sama ignored the embarrassing situation that he was now in a big man, and ordered the [Secret Weaver] behind him: "Ghost spider! Go and launch the operation interface yourself and launch the missile.

Don’t let the cruel Xiliu get in front of the old man,

The pterosaur was shark within three hours, and the ashes were lifted to him!"

599. Within the Spider Web (Part 1)

Even though his body was covered with "decorations" like a Christmas tree, the unbeliever Marshal still marched toward the missile silo with unwavering steps.

The ghost spider, who had previously received instructions from Sakazuki, was about to rush towards the console with Moon Step, when he suddenly remembered something.

[The Secret Weaver], who was leaned on by Sakazuki as a confidant, rushed forward and flicked with his fingertips slightly bent upwards.

Allowing the invisible parasitic line to touch the roof and hang down, the line fruit ability after Doflamingo easily restrained the researchers on the first floor of the entire base.

He manipulated the silk thread to make the group of experts who hung on Mr. Sa like a koala obediently pull a long enough distance, and gestured to his immediate old superior.

"Back then, after the All Nations Crusade, you were allowed to eat this thread fruit, but now it seems to be really right." Sakazuki praised as a pun. He was referring to more than ghost spiders at this time. Help yourself out.

The ability of the thread fruit will shine in the hands of the ghost spider, an old brand that is good at returning life. As expected in Sakazuki, what the ghost spider, Doberman and others lack is not experience or It is strength, but an opportunity for them to forge the exquisite skills that they have tempered their lives.

And a [appropriate] devil fruit is an excellent carrier medium.

The ghost spider, who casts the basic skills of the eight-sword sword technique, the return of life, and the two-color domineering into the silk thread, has the same strength as Sakazuki was given the [code name] candidate for the general.

The comprehension and development of Xian Xian fruit is stronger than that of the previous owner, Doflamingo.

When accompanying Sakazuki to the vicinity of the missile well, the ghost spider took a cautious look around, driving everyone further away with the ability of thread fruit.

This confidant who knew the real plan of Sakazuki lowered his voice and asked his old chief: "Mr. Sa is really going to leave? I heard that some people have been moving recently."

"Of course it's true," the expression in Sakazuki is a bit playful: "How can the'stage' be freed up without leaving?"

"Understood, you have a good time." The eight-armed warrior who has become a good-natured player instantly understands. Sakazuki has taught himself by words and deeds for many years.

Watching the boss squeeze into the cramped crew cabin, the ghost spider solemnly raised his hand to extend the most standard military salute to the officer.

"I wish you prosperity in your martial arts."