The hero behind One Piece

Now Fitz's ability is still cooling down, everyone is doing nothing and is at a loss.

It's impossible to launch a manned search for Crocodile on foot in the vast desert.

Even if a few warships are added to help here, it is only a navy of thousands of people. Finding Crocodile is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Taking advantage of this time, Arnold had a little understanding of Sand Crocodile's idea. He used a prohibited item called dancing powder to make the people resentful and rebel against the country.

And if you want to annihilate 100 million Alabasta young adults in this capital square, you must not have evil intentions.

He keeps saying that he wants to occupy this country, but he doesn’t know why he is occupying it without these young labor forces.

"I asked the king, but he remained silent, as if he was hiding something important from us." Smoker said deeply, lighting up a cigar.

"How about we tie him up and question him?" Fitz suggested, raising his hand.

"We are regular troops, what are you thinking?" Ruola punched him in the head.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Fitz said with a sad face.

"You seem to be hiding something from us." Arnold said, ignoring the little fight between the two living treasures and looking directly into Smoker's eyes.

Smoker suddenly took a puff of cigarette in his mouth and kept patting his chest, as if he was speechless.

But his acting skills were so poor that everyone in the room looked at him with embarrassment.

Arnold's inference is simple,

Smoker is a mere naval captain, how could he possibly defeat Crocodile, who is the King of the Shichibukai?

Arnold also received the government report, which clearly stated that it was the White Hunter Smoker Smoker who discovered Crocodile's conspiracy, destroyed it and saved the country.

There is a lot to be said about this matter.

"Colonel, those pirates?" A sailor saw the commander's embarrassment and just wanted to talk to him.

"Shut up!" Smoker stared at him with a ferocious expression.

The sailor had no choice but to retreat timidly.

Arnold scratched his head. Why do the current navy like to be unclear with pirates? It was Aokiji before, and now it is this white hunter.

But I don't want to worry about these nonsense, I just want to take Crocodile back to work.

After all, everyone has a relationship, and Arnold doesn't want to send Smoker to a military court just like this.

"All in all, you just don't know anything, right?" Arnold covered his forehead helplessly.

Smoker's face looked a little ugly. He did know some things, but he couldn't say them.

Arnold didn't make things difficult for him, but held his chin and deduced

"So there should be a person among the enemies who can transform into someone else. It's probably the 2 who escaped."

"Well, I shouldn't have been hypnotized or anything. I have been with Dusqi and the others." Smoker agreed gratefully when he saw that Arnold was no longer digging into the matter.

"I see that the civilians suffered a lot of damage in this battle, so we don't want them to know that Crocodile escaped.

Next, our detention team will be responsible. You just need to appease the people and provide cooperation. "

"Impossible!" Smoker suddenly stood up angrily and put his hands on the table. He was very grateful for what he had just done, but this was a challenge to his dignity!

"We are capable enough to handle this matter, please don't interfere anymore."

"You are not qualified to order me!"

"The person slipped away from your hands. It's good that I didn't hold you accountable. Don't be too pushy." Arnold looked at him coldly and said.

Smoker slumped on the chair as if his temper was deflated. He had the dignity of a white hunter and the rules of a sailor. Protecting pirates was already walking a tightrope. He didn't dare not listen to Arnold's words.

Seeing that Smoker was convinced, Arnold led the team members out of the room. Since there was nothing to do now, it was better to take a rest.

The palace sent some delicacies to reward Smog, and Arnold accepted them all with a smile.

Golden roasted leg, braised crocodile tail, roasted whole camel, screaming bird sausage

There are few species in the desert, and most of them are mainly used for baking.

Everyone enjoyed the delicious food one plate after another, which was a bit of comfort in the desert country.

Arriving with Arnold were his fifty or so walrus apprentices, who were also dining on the ground.

Ruola, as a fur tribe and possessing good knowledge, color and domineering power, could barely communicate with them.

It turns out that they live in the upper reaches of the river. Their home was destroyed due to some things, and they want to come out to learn kung fu and go back to take revenge.

Arnold admired their will very much. It turned out that they were burdened with blood feud. No wonder they were so murderous. However, he would not stand up for them specifically. He had to avenge his hatred by himself.

Ruola taught them several other fighting techniques of the same type, and even passed on the custody team's ancestral secret art of kicking in the face to them.

The little walruses lined up in a square formation, knelt down and saluted Ruola, respectfully calling her the second master.

Ruola touched her head sheepishly.

Mr. Hehu laughed heartily from the side.

The leisure matters are almost over, everything is waiting for Fitz's ability to cool down.