Chapter 183 According to the Regulations, Directly Eliminate

"No matter how many times I hear you call that guy Godfather, I'm still not used to it.

The flying squirrel smiled and held Senior's hand, with a helpless look on his face.

That guy Darren, a good navy, insisted on playing the mafia house game with Doflamingo. Every time he heard this "Godfather", he always felt a sense of inexplicable disobedience.

Senior did not continue on this topic, but turned sideways and introduced:

"These are the seedlings selected by Mr. Fisher Tiger from the Fishman Street. We have roughly checked their physical condition on the way. Except for some malnutrition, there is no problem."

The flying squirrel then looked at this group of curious and immature fishman teenagers, and a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Hello everyone, I am the North Sea Admiral Flying Squirrel... Welcome to the North Sea."

"Next, we will spend an unforgettable time together in the 321st branch. You will receive strict and arduous training, and I will try my best to provide you with a comfortable environment. "

He waved his hand, and soon several navy soldiers came over carrying a large amount of goods.

"Here are the training clothes prepared for everyone, and a simple banquet will be prepared later."

The navy soldiers quickly distributed the new clothes.

The fish-man boys were well-behaved. I don't know if it was because of the unfamiliar environment, but there was no conflict. They lined up one by one to get their clothes, and then simply changed on the spot.

"So soft!"

"This clothes is so comfortable!"

"..."

They quickly took off their ragged and rough clothes and changed into training clothes, and then they were surprised to find that this training clothes was very comfortable to wear, light and not rough or hard at all.

Everyone's face was filled with a novel smile.

Looking at their ignorant and immature faces, the flying squirrel couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The origins of this group of fish-man boys were too tragic.

Senior then continued:

"The other one is Jinbei, who is considered the leader of their group. "

He called the blue fat man over.

Jinbei looked at the imposing admiral in front of him with some restraint, took a deep breath, and then straightened his chest and said:

"Mr. Flying Squirrel, hello!"

The Flying Squirrel smiled and waved his hand and said:

"You're welcome, Jinbei."

"This is your first time at our base. Do you have any questions?"

After the voice fell, the other fish-man boys also looked over curiously.

Jinbei thought for a while and asked carefully:

"Mr. Flying Squirrel, the ability you just showed... Are you a devil fruit user?"

The Flying Squirrel was stunned, and then smiled:

"Yes, I am a natural thunder fruit user, with the ability to control lightning... Well, you guys take a look. "

He raised his hand and pointed.

Boom!!

A beam of blue lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly streaked across the sky and sank directly into the earth.

A 7-meter-high turret not far away suddenly exploded, and a huge fireball burned up, emitting billowing black smoke.

Such a horrifying scene shocked the young fishmen and made their mouths open into an "O" shape.

"Thunder, thunder..."

"Too strong..."

"This blow, I'm afraid even a ship can be destroyed instantly! ”

“…”

They were born in Fishman Street, where have they ever seen such an exaggerated and incredible ability?

Senior’s pupils also shrank slightly.

Although under the guidance of Master Doflamingo, he has successfully mastered Haki, and his strength is second only to the Young Master in the entire Don Quixote family.

But if he faces the attack just now, he thinks he can’t avoid it at all.

Even if he can use Haki to defend, he will most likely be injured after being hit.

However, he has such a thought in his heart.

——This is definitely not the true strength of the flying squirrel.

I have the guidance of the Young Master, but the Flying Squirrel Admiral also has the Godfather personally teaching!

And the Young Master can have the powerful strength today, all thanks to the guidance of the Godfather!

"Does everyone have any other questions? "

The flying squirrel asked with a smile.

An octopus fishman boy raised a tentacle and asked curiously:

"That... Mr. Flying Squirrel, I want to ask..."

He seemed a little shy and timid, and hesitant.

"Mr. Senior said that the 321 branch base is one of the most powerful military bases in the world, but why did we just come here and only see a few warships patrolling?"

He looked around and scratched his head with his tentacles.

"...There seems to be no trace of warships inside the base--"

Bang!

He was choked in his mouth because Jinbei next to him had punched him hard.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

Jinbei said viciously.

The flying squirrel looked at Jinbei with appreciation, then smiled and said:

"It's okay, you will know it later."

"Let me tell you a secret, our North Sea Fleet's warships are not on the sea. "

The warship is not on the sea?

The fish-man boys were all stunned, full of confusion.

The flying squirrel smiled and pointed to the sky. Just as he was about to say something, the call of the Den Den Mushi came from his arms.

The flying squirrel frowned, took out the Den Den Mushi and connected the call.

A low voice came out, mixed with the sound of the whistling wind.

"Admiral Flying Squirrel, this is ship No. 3... We found a pirate ship in the A62 area of ​​the North Sea trying to break through the blockade and heading towards Upside Down Mountain."

"Please give the order."

The flying squirrel's eyes suddenly became cold and stern, and the murderous aura emanating from his brows made the Jinping murloc boy's body go cold.

"According to the regulations, it will be directly obliterated."

"Yes! Admiral Flying Squirrel!"

Three seconds later.

A dull explosion was vaguely heard in the distance.

The voice sounded again:

"Report to Admiral Flying Squirrel that the target has been annihilated."

The flying squirrel said calmly:

"Well, keep cruising."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked at Jinpei and others with a smile.

"It's almost time, everyone is probably hungry too, right?"

"The banquet here has been prepared, waiting for everyone to enjoy."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for his soldiers to lead them to the banquet hall.

Not long after, the joyful voices of the fish-men teenagers came from the direction of the banquet hall.

“So rich!!”

“So much delicious food!”

"Very good!"

"I don't miss home at all!"

"..."

The flying squirrel laughed.

Senior looked at his side face, but his expression was extremely complicated.

That group of naive fish-man teenagers might not understand what happened just now, but he knew it very well.

He remembers it clearly.

More than half a year ago, when he led his family's ship into the North Sea, he did not fly the family flag in order to deceive others - a horrific scene he encountered on the sea:

It was a huge warship made entirely of metal, full of streamlines and a cold and hard texture.

An unprecedented shape, with a suffocating sense of oppression... slowly protruding from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

Senior could swear that the moment the laser cannons on both sides of the warship's hull burst into golden light... he could clearly smell the smell of death.

This is the North Sea.

The North Sea under the rule of "King of the North Sea" Rogers Darren.

"Admiral Flying Squirrel, I will go back and recover first."

Senior slowly exhaled a breath and said softly.

"Aren't you going to the party?"

the flying squirrel asked curiously.

Senior shook his head and said:

"Next time, thank you for the invitation. There are still many things to be busy with in the New World."

"Well."

The flying squirrel held out his hand.

The two shook hands again, and then Senior boarded the merchant ship and left with mixed emotions.

waving goodbye to the merchant ship,

Thinking of the awe-stricken look that Senior looked at him just now, the flying squirrel suddenly became happy.

"Chief of the Flying Squirrel Base..."

An orderly soldier trotted over and raised his hand in salute.

"What's wrong?"

The flying squirrel lit a cigar with a smile on his face.

The messenger said solemnly:

"Ship No. 7 has returned to port and needs to be replenished."

The smile on the flying squirrel's face suddenly fell.

"Damn it! This energy is consumed too quickly!"

He cursed and turned into lightning and disappeared.

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