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

Michelin said nothing and had no response.

Silently, he left like this, left the kitchen, walked through the corridor, and sat in the conference room where he met Akainu and Kizaru two years ago, waiting.

The person who brought the transfer order was Akainu's loyal party members, who were hawks in the navy and were now the mainstream political faction in the navy.

Lieutenant General Dauberman, because of his ferocious character and his belief in "complete justice", people at sea called him a fighting dog.

Brutal and ruthless, like a ferocious dog out of a cage. Once bitten by him, don't let him go.His fighting style is extremely fierce and he is good at exchanging wounds for lives, so his face is covered with scars, he has a mustache, and he wears a dark red double-breasted suit, and his cloak of justice is also double-breasted.

As soon as he entered the conference room, Dauberman looked at Michelin with his cruel eyes. This time he came with resentment.

Now he was supposed to be on the frontline Onepiece Island as Akainu's representative to snipe Zefa, but now he was here to be the guide for this young boy.

He didn't dare to disobey Akainu's orders, but he didn't show any disdain to the young guy who relied on his connections with Michelin. He thought he and General Akainu were brothers, so he dared to do whatever he wanted.

Of course, these were all made up by Dauberman himself, because he had to come to pick up Michelin, which made him lose his ability to attend the onepiece crusade meeting as Akainu's representative. This made him somewhat psychologically unbalanced, and Michelin was offended.

"This is your order, kid."

Michelin looked at the Tiao Ling that was slapped in front of him, and waited for Dauberman's big hand to take it away before pulling out the Tiao Ling from the dented table.

Fortunately, the adjustment order is made of special materials. If it had been replaced with ordinary materials, it would probably be broken by now.

Michelin is not in a good mood now. Parting is always like this, making people feel depressed.

In Michelin's view, Dauberman's attitude was directed at him. Although he didn't know where he offended this scarred uncle, he would definitely pay it back if he was targeted.

It just so happens that I am in a very unhappy mood right now.

"Your name……"

Dauberman's eyes widened, and his deep voice suppressed the anger that was about to burst out.

"Dauberman, Vice Admiral Dauberman of the Naval Headquarters. Imp."

Michelin glanced at the transfer order, and the person signing it was actually the Five Old Stars.

"Every mouthful is like a brat. Uncle, didn't you see the content of the transfer order? Do you have any objections to me?"

Dauberman was startled by Michelin's sudden choking, which he had not expected. Then his anger exploded, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, trying to unsheath it.

However, how could Michelin let him succeed in pretending like this? Before Dauberman could unsheath his long sword, he had already appeared in front of Dauberman and pressed on the hilt of his sword with one hand.

Dauberman was startled, and connected his feet. The Sixth Navy Style was used for 'shaving'. His figure blurred briefly, and then disappeared from the spot.

Dauberman, who thought he had thrown away Michelin, wanted to take the opportunity to pull out the knife from his waist, but a hand rested on the handle of his knife again.

Dauberman dodged again, and after landing, he drew his sword without hesitation.

But there was still a hand resting on it so lightly that he couldn't pull out the knife.

In this way, Dauberman's figure flashed, trying to distance himself, and then drew his sword, but Michelin followed him all the time, gently stroking the handle of his sword with one hand to prevent the famous sword from coming out of its sheath.

Dauberman's heart went from anger to fear and finally to helplessness. His unfounded desire to win made him have to draw his sword today, so the two of them froze.

Dauberman had nothing else left in his mind except: I must pull out this sword today, and Jesus will not give me face even when he comes.

Michelin observed Dauberman's face. After confirming that this guy was attracted, he followed him for a while and then stopped following him.

The figure flashed back to its previous position.

Dauberman once again dodged and distanced himself, then instinctively drew his sword, Clang~

This good and fast knife, worth 50 bucks, was pulled out, and the clear sound of the knife woke up Dauberman above.

Dauberman, who was holding a sword in his hand, was a little confused at this time. He couldn't remember why he wanted to draw the sword.

One second, two seconds.

Two seconds later, Dauberman's black face covered with scars was flushed, but at the same time he also realized that the lieutenant general named Michelin in front of him was much higher than him in terms of strength.

As expected, he is worthy of being Marshal Akainu's junior brother. At such a young age, his strength can reach such a level.

The long sword was sheathed, Dauberman said frankly.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant General Michelin, I was the one who was offended just now."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Dauberman. I was rude just now. We're even. How about that?"

"It's even, it's even. I didn't expect that Michelin Lieutenant General could use the six postures so superbly at such a young age. He could actually use the 'shaving' without making any sound."

Michelin almost couldn't help but roll his eyes. No one could resist Dauberman's contrast. One second he was so angry that he wanted to chop him to death, and the next second he started licking his face and blowing on him.

Resisting the discomfort, Michelin folded the order and put it in his pocket, stood up and walked out while talking. "Lieutenant General Dauberman, let's go. Onepiece should be starting soon."

When Michelin said this, the smile on Dauberman's face was obviously startled, and then he followed Michelin who had already walked out the door.

Leaving the transfer order on Kumasi's desk, Michelin returned to his room and picked up the small backpack he had packed early in the morning. He looked around the room where he had lived for two years, closed the door, and left the big house.

For the first time in two years, he left the house and walked the streets of Mariegioa.

The streets are very clean, even to the point of being extremely clean.

There are many gorgeous houses and shops on both sides. There are only a few people in the houses and shops scattered in a few rooms.

Go all the way east, just cross the street in front and you will reach the elevator. The east side leads to the new world.

In Michelin's eyes, the streets here were blood red, with corpses and mutilated limbs everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of decay.

He knew that these were all his imaginations, the inner demons he had developed over the past two years.

I have always been in the big house, never walked on the streets of Mariejoia, but I can know the bad news about my colleagues every day, which is the inner demon that arises from it.

He took a deep breath and saw that he was about to reach the elevator, and his vigilance gradually relaxed.

He knew what was wrong with him, so he was very vigilant when he came out, for fear that he would encounter a Celestial Dragon.

Because he didn't know if he could bear it if he really saw the Celestial Dragons committing violence in person, or if he would lose control of his inner demons when he saw the Celestial Dragons.