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

Michelin's alcohol tolerance is quite good. In this world, it can be regarded as a drink without getting drunk.

After drinking for almost half the afternoon, Nami was discovered when she took the time to collect naval intelligence.

Nami was very unscrupulous and used Usopp, who was dressed as an agent on the second floor, as a shield, but the new naval commander had no intention of letting this suspicious little loli go.

Robin on the stage directly revealed his identity, used his abilities to tie up the Marine Major, and then ran away with Nami.

Before leaving, Nami did not forget to wave to Michelin, the generous fat sheep.

However, this scene was seen by the Navy Major who fell to the ground. When he struggled to get up from the ground, he glanced at the Navy who had already chased away from the door, and then looked at Michelin who was still drinking calmly, he was not angry at all. Come.

"This little brother, you seem to be an accomplice of that group of people just now!" The Major looked down at Michelin and suddenly raised his voice. "Tell me, what is your relationship with Nico Robin of the Straw Hats? Are you their accomplice?"

Michelin's hand stopped while he was drinking. He wanted to cover his face at this moment. Is this what a Marine Major is like?

Originally, it seemed that he wanted to invite Nami to go back with him to investigate. When he thought this navy lieutenant was quite smart, now it seems that he is also a phoenix.

As for who Wolong is, he is the navy soldier who was tricked by Nami.

Resisting the urge to cover his face, Michelin took out an ID from his arms and handed it to the other party, giving instructions in a low voice.

"Shut up and get out of here, it's embarrassing."

The Marine Major lived up to his reputation as a phoenix. His military boots made a crisp sound on the floor. He then gave an extremely standard military salute to Michelin, handed back the Lieutenant General's certificate with both hands, and then hurried away.

Michelin couldn't bear it any longer, put a weak hand on his face, and let out a deep breath.

This Fengxiao didn't say anything, but she also said everything.

After getting up, under the gaze of the surrounding drinkers, Michelin came to the bar with only half a bottle of wine left, asked for two more bottles to take with him, and then walked out of the bar.

The dim sunset in the distance passed through the intertwined peaks and slanted golden light. All the light was captured by the dark green wine bottle in Michelin's hand.

Gently shake the bottle and drink the golden glow mixed with the wine in one gulp.

Michelin threw the wine bottle high into the air, landing on a garbage dump on the far corner of the street.

Facing the setting sun, Michelin walked out of the town and headed towards the volcano.

On the beach on the other side of the island, Zefa, who had placed explosive rocks, was facing off against the belated navy.

Zefa, who is now 74 years old, can deal with the navy's massive soldiers with one punch.

In the distance, an unknown naval lieutenant with long yellow hair tied into a ponytail quickly approached Zefa's body using the six-style 'shaving'. After the two exchanged a few moves, they accidentally made a move and it was too late to dodge, so they stepped on it with both feet. On the beach, I feel like I want to take root in the earth.

He clenched his hands into fists at his waist, and the blood and flesh all over his body rushed to his chest in an instant. "iron block"

Zefa watched the other party trying to defend himself from the attack with an 'iron block' without dodging, and a piece of information he didn't want to recall seemed to be evoked in his heart.

The weapon in his right hand was concentrated, and he punched the ponytailed marine in the abdomen with a powerful and heavy punch.

Looking at the lieutenant general who persisted for less than a second, his eyes rolled up and he completely lost consciousness. He lowered his head and spat.

"Stupid, half-baked in the Six Styles, yet dares to show off."

This guy successfully reminded Zefa of his disciple who was famous for his 'Iron Block'. I wonder if he had a good time in Mariejoia.

He must have had a bad life, and with that kind of character, he might have been secretly executed.

Zefa looked around with a gloomy expression. There were not many navy left standing.

He looked down at the time and saw that there was still some time before the expected explosion time.Suddenly, Zefa's eyes stared at a slope in the distance.

"who."

Michelin jumped forward from behind the slope and jumped out generously. By chance, he landed right next to the body of the Vice Admiral with a high ponytail.

He had seen this unknown lieutenant general, who was still a major general during the war, and he could withstand Luffy's second gear with an 'iron block' in his hand.

Unfortunately, I couldn't stop it.

Ignoring the man with a high ponytail, Michelin looked at Zefa opposite with a smile.

"Teacher, long time no see."

Zefa confirmed again and again that the person in front of him was Michelin. His face was surprised at first, then dodges for a moment, and finally returned to his original calmness.

The eyes that looked at Michelin were never calm, and the trembling lips never uttered a word.

"Teacher, it's not that bad. We haven't seen each other for only two years, and I don't know your favorite disciple anymore."

Michelin opened his arms and walked towards Zefa with a playful smile.

Zefa looked at Michelin calmly, stepped forward and hugged him hard, patted his back hard, and kept repeating three words.

"Growing taller, growing taller..."

Michelin's eyes immediately became moist, and in return, Michelin also patted Zefa's back very hard.

It seemed that Michelin had shot a little too hard, or that Zefa was really old, and a coughing sound came from Michelin's back.

Zefa let go of Michelin, immediately took out a spray from his arms and sprayed it into his throat a few times before he stopped coughing.

Seeing Michelin's confused eyes, Zefa raised the spray in his hand and smiled on his face.

"Old problem."

"Let's go, let's take you to see..." Zefa froze mid-sentence.

Michelin followed Zefa's steps in confusion and froze in place.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Mariejoia now? You were transferred back to the Navy?"

"Well, the Five Old Stars special lottery was said to have been negotiated by Marshal Akainu himself." Michelin answered Zefa's question naturally.

He had never thought of hiding anything from Zefa. This was his teacher and one of the best people in the world to him.

"Then your current identity is..." At this time, a gust of sea breeze blew by, raising Zefa's cloak.

Michelin pressed his hand on the cloak that was blown up by the wind and was flapping his face.

"I don't know. But of course I am your disciple." The cloak lifted up by the sea breeze seemed to be playing with Michelin. No matter how much he pressed it, the hem of the cloak would always sweep around his face.

Michelin, who almost got into a fight with the cloak, didn't pay attention to the expression on Zefa's face.

At this time, Zefa showed a rare hesitation on his face. This expression had not appeared for a long time since Zefa decided to become Z.

Zefa, who seemed to have decided something, pressed down the cloak that was still competing with Michelin with his left hand, turned around and looked directly into Michelin's eyes.