One Piece: I'm Undercover in the Navy

Regardless of the reluctance of those waiting for employment, the warship decisively and quickly sailed out of the port.

Yawen stood on the deck, looking at Terra Island, with a smile on his lips. The overall situation was drawn up. Which of you will benefit next depends on your own ability.

Catherine held her injured arm and came out from behind: "Why, Colonel Yavin still doesn't want to leave?"

Yawen glanced at Catherine, looked at Catherine's gauze-wrapped upper body, and mocked: "I remember that my meritorious service is still hanging in the headquarters. It's no problem to change it to an animal fruit."

Catherine was silent and turned to leave.

Returning to the room, closing the door, and punching the table, Catherine's eyes were red and she was gasping for air.

"Damn it, I still can't keep up with him."

Arwen looked at Catherine's retreating figure, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, a small smile.

Fapaqi's eyes were rolling as she passed by on the deck. She seemed to have discovered a terrible secret.

Geno patted Fapaqi on the shoulder, ignored her glare, and motioned for her to leave with him and stop staring at Yawen here.

"If you don't want to be split open by Catherine, you'd better not like Arvin."

The corners of Fapaqi's mouth twitched, you seem to have a disease in your head.

Mahler walked to Yawen and began to report on the logistics of the detachment.

"Just take care of these things yourself. Take some of my money and send it to the logistics department of the Navy Headquarters. I will exchange it for a Devil Fruit in a while, so don't let those guys get in the way."

Mahler looked at Yawen silently, then turned and left.

Back in the office, Yawen took out his phone and called Spangdyne.

"The people from the Revolutionary Army have arrived at Terra Island, and Doflamingo's idiot subordinates have also left. You need to resolve Saint Anlia's complaint."

Marigio's Spandaine smiled happily.

"No problem, I'll take care of the idiots in Santa Maria, and you can do the rest as usual."

Yawen's eyes were slightly lowered.

"I need an animal-type fruit. Can I get some more credit?"

Spangdain frowned, needing credit because he wanted to exchange for a devil fruit.

Marie Joanne, Spangdine flipped through the notebook in his hand, looking for the page in his memory.

Finally, I stopped at a certain page, looked at it carefully, sighed, closed it again, sat there and meditated, and finally said helplessly: "You do something for me, I will get you one, it will save you money." Go and redeem.”

Yawen raised his eyebrows. Through the vivid performance of the phone bug, he saw the changes in Spangdyne's expression that was thoughtful, entangled and helpless.

"what's up?"

Spangdine said in a deep voice: "I know you are going to Alabasta now. I hope you will go to Judiciary Island after completing your mission there and debriefing at the Navy Headquarters."

"Help my stupid son complete the Pluto mission and protect the final handover."

"As long as you complete the task handover calmly, no matter how much effort you put in, I will give you an animal devil fruit."

Damn it, no wonder he was confused.

This time it was Yawen's turn to struggle.

What to do, he just asked Mahler to bribe those beasts in the logistics department of the Navy Headquarters.

After hesitating, Yawen gritted his teeth and admitted.

"no problem."

Spangdine hung up the phone, leaned on the large chair, and said to himself:

"With Rob Luqi and CP9 here, plus Yawen, the next Pluto mission will be easy to handle."

"I hope Gabra will complete his mission successfully, so that even if that silly boy is born in the future, he can be transferred from Judiciary Island to Mariejoia, and retirement will not be a problem."

Spangdine said that he had such a stupid son for a person with such a high IQ, and it gave him a headache.

Yawen also had a headache. After hanging up the phone, he rushed to Mahler's room.

"Minister Yake, that's what's going on. I hope you'll take good care of me."

"Mahler...you..."

Yawen rushed into Mahler's room and saw Mahler hang up the phone.

"With whom?"

Yawen held on to the last bit of luck.

"Mr. Yak, Naval Headquarters Logistics Department."

Yawen felt dizzy.

Damn it, that vampire, you won’t be able to take out even a cent of the money that went into his stomach.

Yawen left confused.

This scene made Mahler a little confused as to what was going on.

At this moment, when Yawen led people to rush to Alabasta, Smog had just escaped from the rain. Here, he heard the news that Crocodile wanted to steal the country, and his whole person was filled with anger.

Especially when he thought about the scene where he was completely crushed by Crocodile, who was also a natural type.

At this moment, he thought of Zefa's teachings.

"The natural fruit is not invincible. After losing the fruit, Kizaru and Akainu are still great swordsmen, and Aokiji's Six Styles are equally powerful. The fruit is just the icing on the cake for them later."

Seeing the Straw Hat Pirates leaving, Smoker chewed his cigar, feeling unhappy.

"Dashiki."

"Colonel Smoker."

"Take someone to Rapeseed Flowers, wait for Yawen's arrival, tell that guy everything, and he will stop Crocodile."

"Then you?"

Dusky looked at Smoker in panic.

"To judge your justice, I will do my own thing."

Relighting his cigar, Smoker rushed in the direction of his goal.

Dasqi led the remaining navy towards the rapeseed flowers.

When Yawen walked towards the warship, what he saw was the lost-hearted naval girl Dasqi, whose eyes were full of confusion.

"Colonel Arvin, Colonel Smoker, he asked me..."

When Dasqi met Yawen, she seemed to have found her backbone and spoke in a hurry. However, before she could finish speaking, Yawen raised his hand to stop him.

Catherine stepped forward to hold up Dusqi's head, looked at the confusion in her eyes, and hugged Dusqi into her arms.

"Catherine."

Yawen looked at Alabasta, which was full of sand, and sneered. He was probably late.

"exist."

"Gather troops on the spot, and I will take Dasqi to Albana to stop the rebels."

Daschi is shocked, she heard something and now goes to Albana.

Before Dasqi could react, she saw Yawen spread his wings, grabbed her hand, and took off instantly.

Catherine and others watched the two men leave and began to rest on the spot.

Mahler comes to Catherine.

"I need to go buy supplies."

Catherine nodded.

"Spend Yawen's money."

Mahler nodded, no problem.

"That team's money?"

"Give the soldiers points, let them go to the city to get high, and then come back and report how they got high."

Mahler curled his lips. These couples were exactly the same. They both had the same way of observing whether a city was running well.

That year, Mahler asked Yawen why he had to let his navy have fun when he went to a city and why he had to write a report when he came back.

Who knew that Yawen's answer would directly shatter his outlook on life.

"This city has three taverns and five chicken houses. The previous city had five taverns and fifteen chicken houses. Of course, the last city must be more prosperous."

"And the prosperity of this city proves that the country is rich and the king is capable. He can patrol more in the future to reduce work pressure."

Mahler only felt poisonous. This is such a speechless judgment method.

People all look at it from the perspective of economy, politics, reputation, and the happiness of personnel, and the result is that Chicken House thing.

Really toxic.