Pirate: The one who ate the rubber fruit became a double

What followed was the sound of an argument.

Ai Yin's current status as admiral does not seem to be able to deter them, since the soul of the neo navy died.

Michelin pushed open the door and stuck his head out, and the sound of the argument disappeared immediately.

Anan and the other naval cadres all looked blankly at Michelin who poked his head out of Zefa's office, their eyes flashing with a strange light.

No one took the lead. Everyone walked around Ain in an unusually synchronized manner and gathered in front of Michelin. Anan put the newspaper from a week ago in front of Michelin. The first page of the newspaper printed a photo of two giants, black and white, fighting each other. Pointing at the black giant among them.

"Isn't that you up here?"

Derem Anan's face came up and he asked excitedly.

The other people behind him also had the same expression as Anan, with unspeakable excitement and anticipation on their faces.

Perhaps Anan and the others felt too weird for Michelin, so Michelin looked at the photo in the newspaper and decisively rejected it.

"No."

Anan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the big words next to the photo again, 'Fallen Vice Admiral Michelin and sea gangster Doflamingo fight in Dressrosa, who will win? '.

This kind of exaggerated and questionable reporting is clearly the work of a news agency.

"It's not you. It's impossible. It's clearly written on it, Lieutenant General Michelin."

Anan carefully looked at the obvious lying expression on Michelin's face, slapped the newspaper and shouted loudly.

"this is you."

Michelin stared with one eye wide, and half-closed the other eye, pretending to come forward and take a closer look.

"Is it me?"

"Yes." A group of marines shouted.

"Okay, it's me, what do you want to do."

Michelin couldn't hide it at first sight. Didn't it say that the average IQ of people in the pirate world was prenatal education? Why are these people so smart now?

Michelin felt very sad that his superb acting skills could not deceive the other party. Now that he saw it, he simply admitted it.

However, what Michelin didn't know was that his acting skills were very exaggerated. I wonder if he had been assimilated in the One Piece world for a long time, and his behavior began to be similar to the people in this world.

It is impossible to say whether the environment can change a person.

After receiving Michelin's recognition, they calmed down, and the anticipation and excitement just now seemed to have cooled down.

Several people looked at each other, and then kept making small moves. In the end, Anan was pushed out by several people to confront Michelin.

"Let me get straight to the point and ask, since you are the disciple of Commander Zefa, are you here to take over the legacy of Commander Zefa?"

Anan pondered for a while, raised his head with firm eyes, and spoke frankly.

This is what he wants to know, and what his brothers want to know.

Michelin did not expect that they would ask this. It was Michelin's original idea to accept the neo navy created by Zefa.

However, after experiencing the Dressrosa incident, Michelin realized that its strength was not enough, and gave up the idea of ​​taking over neo.

Now being asked by them and seeing the anticipation in their eyes, Michelin was a little moved.

Although he couldn't understand what these people were thinking, the look in their eyes couldn't be faked, the excitement and anticipation.

It wasn't a problem to stand at the door chatting all the time. Ai Yin came over and pushed open the Michelin sign at the door, ushering everyone into Zefa's former office.

"I had this idea at first, but now I hesitate. What I want to do is too dangerous, and my strength is too weak now."

Michelin sat on the sofa, looked at the sky outside the window, and expressed his thoughts in detail.

After hearing that Michelin wanted to do something, and that it was very dangerous, Anan and the others began to feel depressed.

They are not afraid of death, they are afraid of the dissipation of justice in their hearts, of being demoralized, of being inactive, and they are afraid that no one can lead them.

These people are idealists, and they were brought together by Zefa because of their idealism.They long for ideals and the great will that allows them to always have illusions, even if they sacrifice for it.

Anan calmed down several eager cadres with his eyes, and then waited obediently for Michelin to continue talking. Next, Michelin should show them his ideal world.

However, Michelin did not follow the routine. He was waiting for Anan and the others to answer the question.

As a result, the situation became awkward. Anan was waiting for Michelin, and Michelin was also waiting for Anan and the others.

"Ahem, ahem, Mr. Michelin, can you describe to us what you want to do?"

Anan was the representative again. He rubbed his hands to break the embarrassment.

"Cough, cough, it's better not to do it."

Michelin scratched his head in embarrassment. If he had said that before, but now that he has doubts about his own strength, the feasibility of the plan would be infinitely reduced, and what he said would be a bit unrealistic.

"Please, please let us see your will, as the disciple of Commander-in-Chief Zefa."

After Anandu said this, Michelin squinted his eyes and began to think again, gradually entering a state of memory.

"You know I was assigned to work at Marie Joa's CP0 for two years."

Anan and others all shook their heads. Zefa didn't even tell them about having such a disciple when he founded neo.

Michelin seems to have become a pain in Zefa's heart. He doesn't want to mention him anymore. He only hopes that Michelin can live peacefully in Mariejoia.

Ain and Binz also found a place to sit down and listened to Michelin's story about what he had experienced in the two years at Mariejoia. They were also very curious.

Michelin told them that Mary Joa, who was all slaves except the Celestial Dragons, told them about the big house and the paradise in purgatory.

However, Michelin didn't say much, he just told them that there is such a place, full of slaves, a purgatory where life and death cannot be free.

Anan and the others' eyes gradually brought them to their hometowns, those countries that are extremely poor because they need to pay high amounts of "heavenly gold" to the Tianlong people. Some countries even organize their own human trafficking business, because only in this way can they Can't afford those high 'heavenly gold'.

Michelin is also thinking, he is thinking about new routes.

A route that no longer allows one to fight against the world alone, a revolutionary plan that combines the memories of past lives.

When he cleared his thoughts, he found that several people in front of him were watching him silently, waiting for his speech.

That sense of swagger made Michelin a little solemn.

He knew that every word he said would affect these people, and even more people.

"Are you sure you want to listen? If you listen, you can't look back. We still have to fight against the world this time."

"Rather than dying meaninglessly on the sea, we would rather die on our ideals, even if we die on the road to our ideals."

"Yes, even if you die on the way to your ideal."

There was a kind of determination in everyone's eyes. Although they didn't know yet what Michelin was going to do, they could probably figure it out.

But Binz, who was sitting far away, had a tired look in his eyes.