The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

If we talk about who the twelve admirals are more concerned about, the Navy Headquarters must be the first to bear the brunt, more than the pirate group and the World Government. After all, these strong men will be their people in the future.

Marshal Zhan Guo was afraid that these talents would be recruited by other forces in advance. Who would the navy turn to for help? Realizing this, he began to investigate the identities of the people in the poster. However, the result was obvious. There was no result at all.

A day after Tianmu released the trailer, the lights in the naval headquarters of Marinford were still on. Almost all the staff on duty were working overtime, searching for the names of those people in the vast amount of information.

Marshal Zhan Guo's eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. From yesterday to tonight, he had been working non-stop without a rest. For an old man who was about to die, it was really too cruel.

"What did you say? You can't find anything. What's the point of keeping your intelligence department in the Navy? If you can't find even a single word, what's the point of having your entire department?"

The Admiral had not gotten enough rest to begin with, and when he heard the newly appointed intelligence chief give an answer that he was particularly dissatisfied with, he directly criticized him, completely ignoring his own cultivation and not caring about the dignity of his subordinates.

The Chief of Naval Intelligence was originally his deputy who climbed up the ladder. After his immediate superior was removed, he felt that he would be in charge soon too. This intelligence work is really not easy. As long as Tianmu releases a new person, they can hardly find any trace of him at sea. Even a fool can sense the incongruity.

This little man was one of the few smart people. He privately doubted the authenticity of the Sky Curtain and hinted at this idea to the Admiral, but was scolded in return.

The high-ranking official didn't listen at all, whether it was reasonable or not. Marshal Zhan Guo just thought that his subordinates were just doing their job perfunctorily and deliberately finding excuses to shirk responsibility. He generally believed everything that was written on the skylight.

After all, Tianmu helped to catch the spy Vergo. If they had waited until they discovered it themselves, it would take an unknown amount of time. After eating this sweet treat, they developed path dependence and would choose to eat whatever Tianmu fed them.

The Admiral of the Navy has already felt the problems regarding the Navy branches. The farther the Navy branch is from the Navy headquarters, the faster the bureaucrats of the Navy system become corrupt. Not only do they collude with local dignitaries and powerful people, but they also give pirates the green light to do business from time to time and exploit the people under their rule. Under this high-pressure rule, most ordinary people live a miserable life.

If they really can't survive, they will choose to go to sea and become pirates to make a living. The scale of people being forced to become pirates is getting bigger and bigger, and the generals and admirals system belonging to the naval branch are all getting fatter and fatter.

Most people have completely forgotten the justice they swore when they joined the army, and the harm to ordinary civilians is even greater than that to pirates. Ultimately, some civilians are terrified of the navy, and some people who have been persecuted would rather believe pirates than easily believe the words of a navy. At present, there is no better way but to frequently rotate the navy branches and let the corruption problem be delayed.

"If you have nothing else to report, go back and do your job well. Don't make any excuses for me. I just want the information of these people on the skylight."

The Admiral of the Navy had ordered him to leave, so the head of the intelligence department could only push the door open with a bitter face and his head lowered. This man already had the idea of ​​giving up, so it would be better for him not to be dismissed from the position of deputy. Not only does he have to bear more responsibilities, but he also has to face more blame. This kind of life is really not a life for a human being.

In this man's opinion, intelligence cannot be found. No matter how much the marshal, the client, demands, the intelligence department cannot produce a colorful black. Facts always speak louder than words and cannot be changed by human will.

Lieutenant General He looked at the dejected man, who was taking difficult steps like a zombie, moving slowly towards his intelligence office. The woman felt a little sorry for this subordinate. It turned out that those who worked in intelligence were not human beings, and she, the chief of staff, also wanted to quit.

The woman pushed the door open without knocking, and saw that the Admiral's office was quite messy, with newspapers and waste paper with writing and calculations all over the floor. Marshal Zhan Guo was scratching his head constantly, trying to relieve a man's irritable mood.

"If you can't figure out something, don't think about it. You're only making things difficult for yourself. Look at how you have white hair now."

A careful friend discovered that there were dozens of white hairs on Zhan Guo’s head. Ms. He hadn’t seen them at this time yesterday. She didn’t expect that he would grow so many white hairs overnight. The sky is full of things about the future. Can’t he just slow down a bit?

Marshal Sengoku signaled He to close the door, as there were some topics he didn't want outsiders to know. As for his good friend Garp, he was even more lazy to talk to him, because smart people only want to talk to smart people.

The man leaned tiredly on the chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and Zhan Guo began to speak his true feelings to his friend: "Xiao He, I won't hide it from you, the burden of the navy is almost suffocating me. I have never been so confused about the control of this violent organization. The emergence of the sky curtain has brought too many variables. People really have to admit that they are getting old."

Marshal Zhan Guo gave a helpless smile. Even if he shared the feeling of exhaustion with his friends, the negative impact on himself would not be reduced in the slightest. It was too much suffering and he had to bear it all by himself.

Lieutenant General He heard the hidden meaning in his friend's words. Zhan Guo actually accepted his old age? Did this old guy want to abdicate and let the wise man take over? This was no joke!

If he retires at this time, it is unclear what kind of impact it will have on the existing naval system. Without the support of the old guys in this troubled time, the Mesozoic navy does not know what to do. They are afraid that the wealth they have worked so hard to accumulate will be squandered by some radical factions in the military.

Even a slim victory is better than a defeat, but if the navy really loses, the world may enter the Dark Ages ahead of time, which is exactly what Buggy the Clown wants.

"We can protect ourselves with the current size of our navy. Don't worry too much about the future. You should think about your health and go back to the dormitory to get some sleep."

Why should he sleep? Zhan Guo's mind is full of the shadows of the twelve naval admirals. Even if he closes his eyes, he can still see the images of these people. If he doesn't find out the identities of these people, he would rather not sleep forever.

The future will definitely change due to the release of the sky curtain. Even though Altria has explained the problem with the timeline, Marshal Sengoku is afraid of moving towards a more pessimistic future. The man's confusion about the future has reached its peak.

If Blackbeard still hands over Fire Fist Ace to the navy, then Marshal Sengoku will have to consider whether he should be publicly executed. A head-on battle at the top is no joke, and the result given by Skymoke is too tragic.

The thinking of the Navy's top man began to become more and more conservative. The principle of doing more makes more mistakes and doing less makes fewer mistakes is something that even an illiterate person can understand.