I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

There are very few ignorant fools who can make a name for themselves in this sea.

Especially the leaders and deputies of the big forces, apart from their excellent strength, they are all human beings.

Even if you want to arrange undercover pirates in the navy, you have to find someone who is not very conspicuous, right?

As far as he got the escape list from the headquarters, not to mention other people, just the words [Monkey] and [D], you can see the problem to some extent.

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

After getting a satisfactory answer, Sakaski slapped his thigh: "That's right."

The fox glanced at the boss nervously, and smacked his lips twice, after all, he still didn't dare to shake out the words in his heart.

【What's wrong... This is obviously your mess. 】

He can roughly guess that Mr. Sa's original intention is that such a group deliberately joins the pirate camp. They, dressed in pirate skins, will probably be used as a foreshadowing for the disintegration of the navy and disrupting the balance of various forces in the new world.

But now this "foreshadowing" is too obvious! !

Luffy and the others almost wrote a few words on their faces: I am an undercover navy agent.

"These disciples from famous families are dispatched as undercover agents. They can only deceive single-cell idiots." The dark-tempered general twitched the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be an inexplicable gleam in the depths of his eyes. : "It's excellent for attracting attention."

Lindemann was obviously stunned for a moment, and then realized that his boss seemed to have something to say.

Glancing at his subordinates who were contemplating, the corner of the general's mouth couldn't hide the upward arc: "Why, don't understand?"

"don't know."

The black-bellied old dog, who was in a rather happy mood, patted the fox on the shoulder, almost wedged him into the floor: "Just don't understand!"

With a big wave of his hand, he led Lindeman out of the office: "Let's go eat hot pot."

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

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"I said, is your expeditionary army serious?" Kuzan ate the boiled beef with snot and tears, and sweat beads the size of soybean grains were all over Kuzan's forehead: "Early in the morning, eat hot pot? "

Above a large copper pot that is enough for dozens of people to eat chopsticks together, there is a spicy and fragrant heat, which is said to be one of the symbols of the legion culture.

Hot pot, a restaurant that emphasizes inclusiveness in cooking, rich meat, light vegetables, and ingredients from different islands and regions can meet and gather in this hot copper pot.

Just like the geek-studded Expeditionary Force itself.

Either they have eccentric tempers, or their minds are full of hacking, or they were deployed by the former pirates and the former revolutionary army... These geeks who are not recognized by the mainstream in the navy can all be found in the Burning Legion. Gather under the name.

From ordinary sergeants at the lower level of the expeditionary force to famous lieutenant generals, to the admirals of the Navy Headquarters with the reputation of the world government's highest combat power, they fished and ate in the same pot regardless of their rank or status.

There is no need to deliberately emphasize that this pot originally represents the cultural atmosphere of "concentricity, gathering, sharing, and fun".

A dozen or so pairs of long chopsticks were submerged on the surface of the gurgling red soup. These big bosses of the expeditionary army did not understand what was wrong with eating this thing for breakfast.

Dozens of burly men almost blocked most of the aisle, and all the sailors with fried eggs, bacon and other meals on their plates looked in horror at the high-profile expedition sequence that started early in the morning.

"General Kuzan, it will be more convincing when you put down the things in the bowl when you criticize~" After more than ten years of nurturing, Lindemann is no longer the little spicy chicken who jumps on the ground as soon as he eats a red pot.

Skillfully seasoned, some European heretic

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

"Shut up, mandarin duck is the bottom line." Sakaski quickly snatched the hot belly from Kuzan's chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Watching the food being robbed, Sleepy was very angry at Sakalski's almost domineering behavior.

He took a good look at it, and when Sakaski lowered his chopsticks to grab another piece of rabbit meat, Brother Kuzan slammed his chopsticks like a knife to the other side of the rabbit meat.

The voice of complaint sounded almost simultaneously:

"release!"

"release!"

[Come on, these two masters are here again. 】The rest of the expeditionary army officers and soldiers watched with their eyes, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and heart, they have witnessed this kind of scene no less than a hundred times, God knows why these two generals are often torn apart over trivial matters.

"Kuzan, brother, I remember that you don't eat rabbit meat, right?" Sakaski, who was wearing a dark red button-down coat, said indifferently.

Kuzan, who was wearing an ice-blue shirt and a white vest, refused to budge: "Really? Then who swore to Gion not to eat rabbit meat last week?"

The atmosphere of silence spread around the fiery dining table, and on this square inch battlefield, it sounded like a song of ice and fire.

Like lightning, a pair of chopsticks penetrated into the middle of the rabbit meat and lifted it up.

Under the gazes of Sakaski and Kuzan full of disgust, Uncle Xiliu ate his mouth full of oil: "Thank you two bosses!"

"..."

However, on the other side of the dining table, even Dauberman, who has the best friendship with ghost spiders, can't help but want to raise a knife to chop people.

The scarred Pitbull glared fiercely at people: "Ghost spider, don't go too far! Stir eight pairs of chopsticks in the pot at the same time, do you want us to fart?"

Seeing that Kuzan was blocking the freshly scalded beef with his hand like a food protector, Sakarski persuaded him kindly: "Hey, Kuzan, this old man sincerely advises you to let go of this piece of spicy beef."

Kuzan, who thought Brother Vicious Dog would start anew, and planned to grab food in another way, refused repeatedly: "Ah la la, it's fine, didn't I just eat one piece?"

Glancing at the marinated beef placed on the ice tray next to Kuzan, even a spicy addict like Sakalski twitched the corner of his eye.

This plate of freshly poured beef is covered with a seasoning called [fire-breathing pepper].