Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

Yo, Ron!

Mr. Ron, welcome back!

As a tall figure in animal skin walked into the cave, the nearby navy, regardless of whether they were recruits or veterans, all cast their respectful glances at him... Everything that Ron experienced has spread after everyone returned, and those powerful enough to make Desperate beasts were nothing but toys to Ron, and the horror of their combat power shocked them. In this world where the strong are respected, Ron used his strength to win the respect he deserved.

Of course, it was Ron who caused the beast swarm. The flying squirrel ordered the lieutenant and the colonel to keep their mouths shut and didn't tell everyone. After all, this kind of thing that is not conducive to unity, it is better not to mention it.

What else can we do?

Caused such serious casualties, let Ron punish himself, or let him struggle and be excluded from the headquarters in the future?

Is it true that the Navy has only been a traitor in the past few years? !

There is a group every year, but they are all handled in secret by the Navy!

The kindness of flying squirrels is mature kindness, with adult thinking, not the ridiculous concept of justice of some elementary school student who solves a case no matter what the consequences are, and then makes excuses to convince himself while crying and shedding tears.

If anyone dares to mention this, the flying squir will be the first to chop him!

After drilling out of the basin, Ron quickly understood what was going on, and the doubts he had been puzzled before were also answered.

However, it turns out that those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black, and they mix with the black-bellied naval high-level all day long. In addition, Ron is not a good person. When he knew that the recruits suffered heavy casualties in the beast tide, he resolutely chose to close them. mouth.

What?

You say it's my fault?

You... why are you wronging a good person? !

Then he threw out a weak, pitiful, helpless.JPG, waiting for the top of the navy to clear the siege, the air suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere... After all, judging from the respect of the people around him, or no one knew the truth, Or someone who knew the truth chose to shut up.

The situation is not too obvious!

Hello everyone!

Yo, Dongte, why are you so black?!

Hahaha! The crater is quite dangerous!

Hurry up everyone! I'll report to Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel first!

Greeting all the way to the tent where the flying squirrel was, Ron put down the big walnut on his shoulders, and said after salute: Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel! Come and help me find out what this is, can I eat it?

Eat... eat you, you big bastard, eat! !

He would never forget the breath from the walnut, and the expression on the flying squirrel's face suddenly became very exciting, the rest of his life, joy, anger, sadness, and all kinds of emotions. In the end, it turned heavy and said to the phone bug: Ron is back, and I will report to you about the details later.

Then he hung up the phone, leaving behind a confused Warring States.

Seeing the flying squirrel walking towards him with a gloomy face, Ron's heart skipped a beat... He could be sure that the flying squirrel was one of the insiders. Now that he looks like this, is he going to clear the door?

But the flying squirrel ignored Ron, and after walking to his side, squatted down and stroked the big black walnut. Under Ron's suspicious gaze, the flying squirrel silently shed two tears, but a happy smile was on his face. The scene was very strange.

Does this thing have a hypnotic function? Why didn't I find it?

As the laborer who carried the walnuts back all the way, Ron buckled the back of his head.

At this moment, the flying squir raised his head and stared at Ron seriously: Tell me Ron, where did you get this thing?

not good!

Shouldn't this thing be put in by the Navy?

Ron didn't know the truth about the Hell Island Crab at this time. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: Oh, you said this! I picked it from a tree... er... Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel,

Don't make such a joke, haha...ha...

The moment he heard the word on the tree, the corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched and he drew his sword.

The background of the veteran lieutenant general is vividly displayed at this moment. Even if the flying squirrel is old and weak and has countless secret injuries, his control of power and physical coordination is far beyond Ron's understanding! A second before he could dodge the elemental teleportation, a blade with a cold light rested on his shoulder. The flying squirrel's control of power can also be seen from here. The armed domineering on the blade is not completely covered by one brain, but on the narrow blade, there is a black line that is difficult to detect with the naked eye!

Under the majestic gaze of the flying squirrel, Ron embarrassedly stopped laughing. Seeing this, Flying Squirrel said casually: I heard that the beast tide spread from the center of the island, Ron, do you know why?

Ron groaned in his heart, laughed hahaha and shook his head: I don't know!

The venom breeding ground inside the island was destroyed, do you know why?

What the hell!

At this time, the blade was only one centimeter away from his neck. Ron's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head and chose to follow his heart: I was wrong, sorry. But I swear, it was really an accident!

Stop talking nonsense! Tell me where did you get this thing?!

Such a sleek Ron gave the flying squirrel a pain in the head. In the navy team, there were many brave men who were upright and would rather die than surrender. However, Ron's style of painting was different from theirs.

After rolling his eyes, the flying squirrel sheathed his sword and waved his hand angrily.

In this regard, Ron had to tell the truth.

In the process of telling the story, the flying squirrel's eyes first changed from satisfaction, then to surprise, and finally to panic, and then completely rolled his eyes. The flying squirrel coughed hard twice, pushed away Ron's hand to support him, pointed at the walnut tremblingly, and said, That's it? Did you find the core of the Hell Island Crab?

Did you happen to meet when struck by lightning?

It's that simple? ! !

What Hell Island Crab?

Ron looked dumbfounded: Are you talking about the Hell Island under our feet? Sure enough, it is alive? Damn it! Then don't hurry up and run!

Ron is one of the members who has seen the arrogant muscle strength of the Hell Island Crab. It is obviously a few muscle fibers, and the twisted pieces of meat can burst out with strength that is not weaker than his normal state of going all out! If the whole hell island is its body, that unreasonable strong muscle force is enough to destroy the world...with a hammer blast!

Ron's eyes couldn't be fake, he was really nervous. Fighting an opponent who has no hope of winning is not challenging yourself, but courting death! I can't tell the difference between dying and challenging the limit. This kind of idiot can't live as big as Ron.

But the more surprised Ron was, the more speechless the flying squirrel was.

Thinking about the sacrifices he made in the past, and thinking about Ron's experience... A sense of suffocation that could not be achieved made the veteran speechless for a long time.

In the end, he waved his hand, and in an instant he was more than 30 years old. With all his strength, he raised his head and sighed: This is... life!!

...

The same mood as the flying squirrel is also in the Warring States period. The survival training could not be continued due to a change. Before returning to the voyage, the flying squirrel reported to the Warring States period with a tone that could see through the truth of life.

Hearing that Ron was smashed into the ground by Lei Zhu because of his distraction, but instead found the core by accident, the old Warring States shook his hand and crushed the microphone in his hand.

Then he found the phone bug to call back, but the two of them had no strength to speak.

In the end, it was the Warring States period that broke the tranquility and said, The performance of the recruits should be judged based on their performance during this period.

Well... I understand. There are a few seedlings who have performed well this time, and they can be directly arranged to serve in the great route after leaving the camp.

The flying squir nodded, indicating that he understood.

Although the time is less than three months, the new recruits who can persist until now can basically survive for three months. And this year is different from the previous ones. The follow-up effects brought by the beast tide made Hell Island unable to be used as a training ground for a short time. The peripheral beasts suffered heavy casualties and needed to be recaptured and supplemented.

After that, according to the performance of the recruits, the two began to discuss where there were vacancies, and they could arrange for the recruits to take office and make a draft.

For some reason, the two never mentioned Ron.

It's not that they don't want to, but they are thinking carefully about how to arrange Ron.

Whether it was a mistake or something else, Ron completely killed the Hell Island crab, and the core was placed in the flying squirrel's room. It was a shocking feat without any water!

For a recruit who has made such great achievements, how to award the reward is a major problem.

High, wood show in the forest.

It's down, it's chilling.