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

Michelin nodded.

"The teacher doesn't care. I want to ask if I, senior sister Ain and senior brother Binz, can be saved."

The obscene smile on Kizaru's face froze, and he didn't know how to answer.

After thinking about it, Kizaru decided to answer truthfully, even though this answer would push Michelin out.

"There's a high probability that you won't be able to keep it. Of course, it depends on your value."

Kizaru stood up and looked at the sky-high flames on the big screen, and said in a low voice.

"Value to the Navy. Your strength determines your value. It's just..."

Michelin clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if he had a chance. Isn't it all about his strength? He hasn't been fishing for fish in the past two years.

"I know, show your worth, right?"

Kizaru turned around in confusion and smiled when he saw Michelin's face full of confidence.

"It seems like you haven't slacked off at Mariejoia. It's really scary!"

"Don't worry, go ahead and show it, and I'll help you talk to Akainu. I'm so sorry for my old face. I've already risked my life twice for you."

After finishing speaking, Kizaru sat back on his seat, looked at the screen on the swivel seat without saying anything, and at the same time raised his hand and waved, signaling Michelin to leave on his own.

Michelin stood up, bowed to Kizaru's back and thanked him before turning around and going out. He could feel the heaviness in Kizaru's heart.

At this time, it was already bright outside.

As a free man, Michelin walked out of the base alone, and he was going to the town.

Not far away, I saw three people standing on the road ahead. Judging from the situation, they were probably waiting for me here on purpose.

Michelin put his hands in his pockets and greeted him with a habitual smile on his face.

"Grandma He, Senior Brother, Sister Dasqi."

Dusky smiled and nodded to him. Smoker was still lukewarm, but he nodded.

Lieutenant General He looked at Michelin with a serious face.

"Since you have been transferred back to the Navy, why don't you put on the cloak of justice?"

Michelin lowered his head and looked at the white suit he was wearing. It was custom-made at cp0!

"I don't know! Maybe I haven't adapted yet. After all, I was transferred away from the teacher without any resistance at that time. Although I have a two-year CP0 career, I am not a formal espionage officer. Granny He, are you the same? You should give me some time to get used to it!"

Lieutenant General He looked a little angry when he heard Michelin's slow words, but he quickly suppressed it himself.

But Smoker, who was beside Lieutenant General He, scolded.

"Michelin, watch your words, who do you think you are talking to."

"Sorry, sorry, Grandma He, I'm sorry. I may have stayed in Mariejoia for a long time and picked up some bad habits there." Michelin took his hands out of his pockets, clasped his hands and apologized repeatedly.

But the speed of his words, which was very similar to Kizaru's, made people more and more angry. Smoker was already fuming with anger.

Smoker was literally smoking.

Billowing white smoke began to escape from various parts of Smoker's body.

"Asshole, it seems you've been away from the Navy for a long time and need to learn your manners again."

Michelin put his hands in his pockets again, tilted his head and looked at the upright and smoking Smoker and asked.

"So, guess why I haven't been in the Navy for two years!"

Smoker was stunned for a moment when asked, and then became even more angry.

"How do I know why you don't stay in the Navy anymore? You bastard has become so unbeatable."

"All right."

Lieutenant General He suddenly stopped Smoker loudly from the side, and then looked at Michelin with a careful look.

"Major General Michelin, do you still have justice in your heart?"

"Who knows!"

Michelin looked up at the sun that had climbed halfway up the mountain, and his tone was calm with a hint of unexplained sigh.

"I'm sorry, Grandma He, I'm just a little confused. I have already given up on justice. Mary Joa will not allow any justice at all."

Looking at the somewhat silent Lieutenant General He, he smiled to himself.

"I have never taken the initiative to investigate Mariejoia, or even deliberately walked on the streets of Mariejoia, but the bad news still surrounds me every day. Is life just trivial to them? Granny Crane, can you tell me, they What is it? Don’t tell me anything that even a liar like the Descendants of the Creator is unconvincing."

Michelin stretched out his hand to block the sun, and looked at the distant mountains and the rising sun through his fingers.

Lieutenant General He was stunned by Michelin's question. He had always known what kind of place Mariegioia was, so she would always actively avoid going there.

She also had doubts, but later she lost to time.

Seeing that Lieutenant General He did not answer, Michelin put his hands back into his pockets, turned around and bowed goodbye to the white-haired old man in front of him.

Smoker didn't understand anything on the sidelines, but this didn't stop him from feeling that Michelin now deserves a beating.

"White Man"

Smoker, who was very angry at Michelin's ape-like tone, sprayed out thick white smoke from one arm to envelop Michelin who had just taken a few steps, and then circles of thick smoke completely engulfed Michelin's figure. .

"I don't care what you have been through in the past two years. It is your fault to be rude to Lieutenant General He. You dare to be so arrogant. You really deserve a beating."

Without waiting for Michelin in the smoke to reply, he pulled out the 'Ten Hands' from his back with his other hand and struck Michelin in the smoke hard.

When Lieutenant General He saw Smoker suddenly attacking, he did not say anything to stop him. Instead, he took Dasqi and took a few steps back.

Smoker's 'Ten Hands' passed through the smoke, and then seemed to hit something hard, stopping in mid-air and making it difficult to move forward.

When the smoke dissipated, Michelin protected his head with one hand, and the 'Ten Hands' were slapped on his dark forearm.

"White Blast"

Smoke billowed from Smoker's body, and more smoke enveloped the surroundings, trying to envelop both of them.

The smoke density around him became thicker and thicker, and Michelin was keenly aware that he was having difficulty breathing.

"As expected of the natural system, it's a really tricky ability!"

Michelin continued to talk, and at the same time, he stepped hard on the ground.

A strong wind was stirred up from his feet, blowing away the smoke within two meters around him.But this seemed to have no effect, and Smoker's smoke soon poured in again.

At the same time, Smoker was not idle either. His legs were spraying white smoke to increase the density of the surrounding smoke, and he was also quickly approaching him.

The 'Ten Hands' hit Michelin's shoulder with a breaking sound, and the huge force cleared a lot of the white smoke around him.

But this blow seemed to hit cotton, and you could see that the area where Michelin was hit sunk a little deeper, and then ripples began to rise layer by layer from the sunken position.

Circles of ripples spread out on the body and then gathered back to the starting point, and then bounced away Smoker's 'Ten Hands' with greater power.

Smoker was a little surprised when he felt the power fed back by the 'Ten Hands' in his hand, but then he became more confident.

He pointed at Michelin with his "ten hands" in front of him and said with a smile.

"It seems that you are also a Devil Fruit user, but don't you know that my 'Ten Hands' are made of Sea Tower Stone? It is specially designed to restrain those of you with abilities."

Michelin, who had been silent since the beginning of the battle, frowned and looked at Smoker, who was chattering on the opposite side, feeling inexplicably irritated.

"Do you always talk so much during battles? Lieutenant General Smoker."