Sword of the pirate king

Early the next morning, Noah went straight to Zefa's office, but the door was locked, and he didn't feel the breath of life inside. Zefa, who always came very early, was late today?

"It's broken, is today the day to install the robotic arm?"

Noah clapped his hands, turned and ran towards the exit of the underground base, and ran towards the Navy Building like the wind.

While running, he took out a small apple and broadcast a number.

"Blublu..."

Little Apple stopped barking suddenly, turned his eyes to look at Noah, and Noah immediately understood.

"Teacher Zefa didn't answer the phone, it seems that he has already contacted the person who installed the robotic arm..."

Noah didn't hesitate, and immediately dialed another number, and this time, a hearty and hearty voice came out soon.

"Grandpa Garp, I'm Noah."

"Where is Teacher Zefa now, I can't contact him, but I have something important to discuss with him, it's urgent!"

Noah spoke quickly, without stopping, and he was about to run to the door of the Navy Building soon.

"He, he's on the side of the scientific research department, come here directly, the third floor of the building..."

Garp glanced at Zefa surrounded by a group of white coats, and told Noah the location.

"Well, I'm already downstairs, I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Noah rose directly from the ground, stepped on the invisible air ladder, and went directly to the third floor, found an open window and got in, turned a corner and found the area of ​​the scientific research department.

The scientific research department hangs a sign in the Navy Headquarters. The people stationed there are not researching some confidential projects. The real scientific research elites are concentrated in the Naval Science Department of Marie Gioia, and there are guards from the World Government nearby, or some More dangerous scientific research projects are carried out on a secluded and uninhabited island, just like Punk Hazard.

As for why the Naval Science Department is in the hands of Mary Gioia, the world government, it is self-evident.

While supporting the cause of the navy, the world government is also secretly vigilant. The reins imposed on the navy have never been relaxed, but are gradually tightening.

Holding the Department of Naval Science in his hand is actually choking off the circulation channels of the navy's high-end weapons and cutting-edge ships.

Who made this person the world government?
The scientific research department of Marin Vanduo is more about putting up a sign. The biggest function on weekdays is to receive various advanced weapons handed over by the Naval Science Department, and then be responsible for teaching the sailors to use them.

He stopped at the door of the scientific research department. The door was not closed. Noah looked over and saw Zefa surrounded by a group of white coats, and Karp who was sitting beside him bored and picking his nostrils.

"Grandpa Garp, Teacher Zefa is..."

Walking to Garp's side, Noah asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Hey, this old boy is not reconciled. The group of nerds from the Naval Science Department couldn't take it anymore. After a lot of chatter with me, they finally decided to put on a prosthesis and return to the sea."

"If you want me to say, it's best for him to stay honestly in the Navy Headquarters and teach students. The sea is not what we were then..."

Garp said, and patted Noah's shoulder heavily, "This is your era, and we old bones are about to be eliminated by the era."

"The navy does not lack a strong man who hunts pirates at sea, but it lacks a teacher who can train a large number of naval elites. Zefa, he is confused by things outside of him..."

Garp sighed, in his opinion, Hailoushi's arm is something outside of him. It is really sad that Zefa, who was so proud back then, has now fallen to the point where he can only use external force to boost his confidence.

Hehe, you really don't feel backache while standing and talking.With your strength, who would think of using external forces to strengthen themselves?

Noah slandered, he didn't dare to say it outright, otherwise he would definitely be taught a lesson... In the name of love, he will experience the iron fist of love!
Soon, his eyes were attracted by a giant arm lying on the experimental table.

Taking a closer look, even he who doesn't have a good impression of the "Smasher" can't help but marvel at the distinctive and meticulous workmanship in the roughness of this arm, and the silver-white metal of the whole body shines softly under the light. Only the thick "little arm" is a honeycomb-shaped black area, and the fingers are simply three flat grapples.

There is really a sense of violent beauty contained in it. Noah felt a sense of appreciation the more he looked at it, and almost reached out to touch it.

"Hey, Noah, why are you here?"

Zefa noticed Noah who was watching the "Smasher", and asked with a strange heart.

"Ahem, there is something very important that I want to discuss with you."

Noah withdrew his gaze from the "Smasher", turned to look at Zefa and said.

"But since you have something important to do now, I'll wait for a while."

"I also want to see what it looks like after you put on this arm."

It is almost impossible to directly stop the scientists from the Naval Science Department from installing the robotic arm for Zefa. It is better to let them install it first and let Zefa feel it.

Noah can be sure that the consumption of the "Smasher" is definitely not small. Only when Zefa realizes this defect, and then puts forward his ideas, will he be able to convince Zefa with great confidence.

Even the scientist who developed the "Smasher" with one hand has a lot of problems in actual operation, and it took a lot of time to solve them one by one. At least Noah watched Garp fall asleep and wake up, sleep and wake up... the nose is not soaked. Knowing how many were blown up, Zefa's side was finally completed.

Zefa raised his brows, looking at his thick and heavy right arm in disbelief, the three grapple fingers trembled slightly under the control of his mind.

"I can feel... the feeling of the arm..."

Zefa's voice choked slightly, and the corners of his eyes glowed.

Noah on the side saw it, and didn't know how to complain.

In the Pirate World, which is still in the era of sailing warships, how come there is a black technology of prosthetics that can be freely controlled?After connecting with a broken arm, it can do all kinds of actions that a human hand can do, and even has various attack modes...

Zefa is like a child who got a new toy, excitedly groping for the usage of the "smasher", keeping up and down, up and down, fingers open and clenched, open and clenched...

"The pulverizer has already been filled with special large-caliber bullets, which have a power comparable to shelling."

"Today is just a test, so I didn't load the Hailoushi bullets. Chief Instructor Zefa, you can try it first."

The leader of a group of scientists from the Naval Science Department, Noah heard his name at the tip of his ear—Limber, and said to Zefa.