Pirates: The Strongest Justice

"Hey, are you sure you don't want us to give you a ride?"

Atlas looked at Hawkeye who walked onto the coffin ship coolly and invited him warmly.

"Need not."

Hawkeye answered succinctly. He sat directly on the seat on the boat with his back to the cross mast and closed his eyes to meditate. However, he did not take out the 'Black Knife Night' behind him to row the boat.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Hawkeye opened his sharp eyes and looked at Atlas with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's okay, I'll just take a look," Atlas waved his hand and secretly hid the camera phone Bug he just ordered Smoker to bring behind his back, "By the way, why don't you row a boat?"

Hawkeye ignored it and closed his eyes again. The ship drifted in the direction of the current until it was out of sight of the warship.

"Did this guy find out..."

Atlas muttered in confusion.

I originally wanted to shoot some dirty stuff about Hawkeye. Maybe when he becomes the world's greatest swordsman in the future, he can get a lot of money by selling it to the World Economic News.

Smoker next to him seemed to have heard Atlas's whisper, and the corners of his mouth twitched covertly.

Atlas is still the same...

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East Blue Logue town Marine Base.

It has been nearly five years since Atlas left. It is neither long nor short. After all, Atlas, who is now 22 years old, has spent half of his life in this small town. Time has passed. (The protagonist traveled through time ten years ago)

The entire Logue town has not changed much. There are still the same groups of people coming and going, and the architectural style remains the same.

It just seemed like the Marines in the base had some unfamiliar faces.

Marines are always on the front line of the battle against pirates, and in war... there are no immortals!

Base colonel's office.

The owner here is still Colonel Randall, but he is only in his fifties, but his temples are Madara white, and his face is still as iron-blooded and determined as before.

At this time, Colonel Randall was puffing away smoke behind his office chair. There was a seemingly yellowed newspaper taped to the wall of the smoke-filled office. Through the smoke, it was vaguely possible to identify the signed newspaper as World Economic News.

Colonel Randall is a little leisurely at this time. No, he has been quite leisurely in the past few years. Mainly because for some unknown reason in the past few years, Vice Admiral Garp has been running to East Blue. The specific reason is certainly not his little one. The branch colonel can find out.

Since Zephyr's family was assassinated by pirates, the family information of important officers in the department has been kept strictly confidential, and some have even been directly taken to Marineford for protection.

However, Randall doesn’t hate this kind of leisure. So what if East Blue is called the weakest sea? Wouldn't it be better to sacrifice less Marines?

Gulu Gulu~Gulu Gulu~

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang, interrupting Colonel Randall's thoughts. He picked up the phone and said, "Colonel Randall, our warship will arrive at the port of Logue Town in the near future. I hope that your Excellency, Colonel, will do a good job in the relevant work. "

"yes!"

Randall chewed his cigar and said.

Snap!

"Who is the one?"

Randall was lost in thought, could it be Vice Admiral Garp? But didn't he just come here not long ago?

Suddenly, Randall's peripheral vision glanced at the newspaper on the wall, and an idea suddenly grew like a weed in his heart.

Could it be...

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The warship just exited the Calm Belt.

A large amount of meat was placed on the wide deck, and its shape seemed to be cut from the same creature.

"Do you think I was born with bad luck?"

Atlas looked at the Sea Kings limbs covering the deck, with a look on his face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Ah? Why?"

Smoker's brain suddenly shut down, and he was a little unable to react to Atlas's unreasonable words.

"Then please explain to me. I have walked through Calm Belt twice in total, and I was hit by Sea Kings both times. Do you think I am unlucky? By the way, is the seastone inlaid under our warship impure? ah?"

Atlas stretched out his right hand helplessly and made a '2' sign.

"...No way, Dr. Vegapunk from the Marine Science Corps is pretty reliable."

Smoker was speechless for a moment.

This seems... indeed a bit unlucky, but he seems to have been present these two times, so who is unlucky?

Smoker fell into deep thought...

"Also, Virgo, good job! I'll give you a promotion and a salary increase when you get back."

Atlas turned his head and praised Vergo with an appreciative look on his face, saying that this Sea Kings was hunted by Vergo. As a boss, of course, he must reward his subordinates appropriately, even verbally.

Virgo looked calm on the surface, but inside he was extremely happy.

One step closer to gaining the trust of Marine senior management...

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At the port of Logue Town, the base's top officer, Colonel Randall, led a group of Marines and was waiting here.

Everyone was solemn and solemn. Despite some speculations, Randall still did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

What if I guess wrong? That's the Vice Admiral of Naval Headquarters, an absolute high-level official!

On the watchtower, the soldier seemed to suddenly see something that surprised him, and then adjusted the telescope again, trying to confirm something.

"Um?"

Atlas in the distance suddenly felt a line of sight peering towards him, and he looked in the direction of the line of sight with emotion.

"Ah... Art..."

The scout was a little excited. There was no way he could mistake that face. He had gone to sea with Atlas to defeat pirates. He had been bragging about this in the base for a long time.

We need to report it to Colonel Randall quickly!

Thump thump thump!

Quickly walking down the watchtower, the scout shouted to Randall with a flushed face, "Your Excellency, Colonel, it's Atlas!"

"Who did you say you were?"

As if he was afraid that he heard wrongly, Randall asked repeatedly.

"It's Atlas, the person from this department is Atlas!"

"What?"

The eyes of the Marines present were about to fall out. Most of them had dealt with Atlas, and even if they had heard the legend of this Marine monster, they did not expect that the winner of the prize who came out to greet him this time was actually him. .

How old is he? He must be in his twenties, probably.

Do you want to be so heaven-defying! How can ordinary people like them live?

But then he raised his head with some pride. After all, such a young Marine Vice Admiral walked out of their Logue town Marine Base. The pirates in East Blue are the weakest, but we Marine are not!

"Call Vice Admiral!"

Randall laughed and cursed.

He looked at the slowly approaching warship with a look full of pride and pride...

PS. I’m sorry, here’s another chapter (σ≧︎▽︎≦︎)σ.