Pirate: Vice-Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates

Sengoku came outside the cabin and fell into deep thought as he looked at the pirate group heading towards them in the distance.

What does it mean?

After so many years in the navy, this was the first time he was chased by a pirate.

The navy on both sides were watching him, waiting for his order to attack the slowly approaching pirates.

Warring States was silent for two seconds: "Let the fleet speed up and get rid of them."

He must ensure that this naval fleet can reach its destination smoothly, and then collect the gold from the sky.

His current achievements have reached the standard for promotion to a general. As long as he successfully completes the task and satisfies the Tianlong people, Cyborg Kong can apply to the Tianlong people to promote him to a general.

If they fight Whitebeard now, it will be difficult not to cause damage. If the combat power is insufficient and the rebellion cannot be suppressed after reaching the destination, then his mission will be considered a failure.

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"The navy has accelerated, should we continue to pursue it?"

On the pirate ship, Gangplank shouted loudly.

Whitebeard looked at Larson: "Chasing him?"

Larson rubbed his chin: "Follow from a distance, don't be discovered by them."

The Navy did not choose to fight, but accelerated away. This was something Larson did not expect.

But this also makes it more certain that this naval fleet must have a more important mission, so important that they don't even care about them.

This aroused Larson's curiosity, and he wanted to follow up to see what the mission of this naval fleet was.

Anyway, the Whitebeard Pirates don't have any clear destination, so they might be able to join in the fun if they follow them.

Larson and Whitebeard have great confidence in their own strength, but this is a pain for Marco and Plank.

For the little pirate who has just been out at sea for five days, Marco's eyes were opened today.

The navy saw the pirates taking a detour, but the pirates pursued him relentlessly. The navy sped away, but the pirates still followed closely behind!

If he had heard someone say this before going to sea, he would have definitely thought that someone else was making it up. But today, this scene that no one would believe was actually played out in front of his eyes. It was as outrageous as it was possible.

Marco is feeling nervous and excited at the same time. He is nervous because he thinks they are in danger now, and excited because he thinks they are very handsome now!

The pirates are chasing the navy, who would believe this!

"Little devil!"

At this time, Larson's shout suddenly came to Marco's ears.

At this time, Larson and Whitebeard were already lying on the Grand Master's chair again.

"coming!"

Marco responded hastily: "What do you want me to do?"

Larson yelled: “We’re out of wine, bring us wine!”

Drinking while chasing the navy, now only Larson and Whitebeard can do this.

A scene that seems unbelievable to outsiders seems normal to them.

It was as if they were not chasing any navy, but just swimming on the sea.

Marco hurriedly went to the wine cellar in the cabin to bring out a large barrel of spirits and placed it between Larson and Whitebeard.

This barrel is taller than his entire body, and now it is no longer as difficult for him to move it as it was at first.

Seeing this scene, Larson nodded with satisfaction. In fact, he had been training Marco intentionally.

As the future captain of the Whitebeard Pirates, he must be strong enough. In the original Whitebeard Pirates, Whitebeard, the patriarch, protected these "children" too well, causing them to Following Whitebeard out to sea for such a long time, they never encountered any danger, which resulted in their strength being much inferior to those of the real lieutenants.

The real fear of the Whitebeard Pirates is Whitebeard. Once Whitebeard died, the Whitebeard Pirates became a rabble.

Now Larson will never allow this to happen. He must let Marco and others, the captains of future teams, have the ability to carry the banner in the future.

Whitebeard has always wanted to maintain the Whitebeard Pirates in a "family" way. If he plays the role of a loving father in this "family", Larson must be the "strict mother".

Whitebeard's blind "pampering" will only harm Marco and the others in the end. Larson must let them understand the cruelty of the pirate world!

Seeing Marco carrying a large barrel of wine without panting, Larson felt a little satisfied, but on the surface he still looked like he needed a beating. He pointed to the dumbbells not far away where he usually exercised and said: "Go , a thousand on each hand."

Marco said disdainfully: "It's trivial."

Whitebeard, who had just taken a sip of strong wine, couldn't help complaining: "Larson, you will tire him out like this."

Marco thought the thousand dumbbells were a trivial matter, but Whitebeard knew the weight of those things.

Usually when Larson is training, he likes to do it when he has nothing to do. Let's put it this way, even if he holds it in his hand, he can feel the weight of it. Marco, let alone a thousand, can pick it up. It's not easy anymore.

"Do not worry."

Larson gave Whitebeard a reassuring look: "I am also training him. It is inevitable that he will not encounter any danger in the future when he goes to sea with us. He must have enough self-protection ability."

Whitebeard shouted loudly: "Whatever I need to protect myself, I can protect them myself."

You can do it!

Larson curled his lips, unwilling to say any more to Whitebeard.

The ability of the Phoenix Fruit is healing. It does not have many offensive abilities.

But it can only heal but not attack, and it is just a human shield with thicker health. The most suitable path for Marco to take now is to train his body. In short, it is to follow the path of Garp.

It's terrifying to think about Garp's combat power hidden under his abnormal healing ability.

Seeing Marco gritting his teeth and struggling to pick up the dumbbells, Larson smiled and said, "How is it?"

"No, not like that!"

Marco gritted his teeth and said. At this time, big beads of sweat appeared on his head, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Larson did not forget to ridicule at this time: "If you can't hold on, put it down. This thing of mine is quite expensive. If I break it, you can't afford to pay for it."

"Who said you can't hold on!"

Marco gritted his teeth and lifted the dumbbells again and again: "Isn't that what I'm doing!"

"Ouch!"

Larson pretended to be surprised: "Not bad, it seems I underestimated you."

"Humph!"

Marco had a proud expression on his face, but at this moment he was accidentally distracted and dropped a dumbbell he was holding unsteadily.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Larson shook his head: "Boy, don't break my dumbbells."

Marco sat down on the ground, rubbing his sore arms, unable to stand up.

Whitebeard, who saw this scene from a distance, had a strange light in his eyes. He originally thought that it would be enough for Marco to lift up, but he never expected that Marco would grit his teeth and lift three or four times.

Larson walked over to Marco and handed him a glass of wine.

Marco took it and drank it.

"How about it."

Larson asked with a smile.

This dumbbell was given to him by the system to help him train. It weighs about [-] kilograms. It is already very difficult for Marco to do this.

Marco looked dissatisfied: "Let me rest for a while and then come back."