Pirates: How many divisions does the Five Old Stars have?

Chapter 19 Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel
Slytherin Island, Naval G2 branch base.

The sun is shining and the seagulls are flying.

A small warship flying the mouse flag slowly sailed into the naval port.

The sailors on the port showed a look of disgust.

Although the mouse feels good about himself, he is actually a hated character in the G2 branch.

"Is this guy going to be transferred soon?"

"That's right, I heard it was transferred to the East China Sea..."

"Hey, this kind of residue should be thrown into the promotion city, but the above always treat the Four Seas branch as a trash can..."

"Who said it wasn't? But, who made him a good uncle..."

"Hush...you can't talk nonsense like that, but that lord..."

"Ahem, that's not all the reason. Those branches far away from Marlin Fandor are like that. There must be people who are more exaggerated than the mouse guy. Otherwise, why do you think there are so many pirates every year? Constantly pouring into the great route from the four seas?"

"Yes, I heard that the navies in some places even resell military supplies to the pirates!"

"It's really nerve-wracking. When will this world usher in real justice?"

"Perhaps we have to wait for Akainu-sama to become a marshal?"

"But I think it's better for Master Kizaru to lead us. If Master Akainu..."

The sailors chatted quietly.

at the same time.

"The mouse guy is back?"

"Ah."

"This guy really caused you trouble...it's all because I didn't fulfill my responsibility as an uncle during that time..."

"Hey, everyone would be mentally traumatized by performing a mission like the O'Hara incident, right? Fortunately, you came out, old classmate... let's not talk about that, what do you think of today's coffee?"

"It's still as bad as ever, yue~~"

While the sailors were discussing, in the commander's office of the G2 base, two tall middle-aged men were drinking coffee.

Both of them are about [-] meters tall, and one of them, with his towering mohawk hairstyle, overwhelms the other man with a Mediterranean hairstyle in height.

In addition, both of them have the same high-quality naval senior general's saber next to them, which shows that they are close knives masters.

That's exactly what happened.

The two of them are exactly the same class disciples of the former general "Black Arm Zefa" - Flying Squirrel and Gumir.

Captain Mouse wasn't bragging, he did have an uncle who was a Lieutenant General.

That is Lieutenant Admiral Flying Squirrel, the current commander of the G1 branch of the Navy, that is, a middle-aged man with mohawk hair and complaining about bad coffee.

Another middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut is Lieutenant General Gumir, the commander of the G2 branch.

Because of the big event in the new world—red-haired Shanks ascended the throne and became the fourth emperor of the sea, the flying squirrel came to visit his old classmate and invited him to Marlin Vandor to attend the meeting held by the Navy Headquarters.

Of course the flying squirrel knew what kind of virtue his nephew was.

But that is the child left by the eldest brother, even if the existence of the mouse has already tarnished the word "justice", the flying squirrel has no choice but to put down his old face and ask his old classmate to take care of him.

The super-informative domineering also allowed the flying squirrel to hear the discussions of the sailors of the G2 branch.

But just as absolute justice had been done in O'Hara 12 years earlier, the flying squirrel closed his eyes and began to hypnotize himself.

"Although he bullies men and women, takes bribes and blackmails, and excludes his colleagues...but I know that the mouse is actually a good navy..."

Thinking of this, the flying squirrel sighed, and said, "Old classmate, please call the mouse here. I still have something to tell this ineffective guy. I hope this experience in Donghai can help him grow up!"

Soon, a messenger boarded the warship Mouse which had just docked.

……

Far away on the Whiskey Mountain, Ma Qiao, who was enjoying the lunch carefully prepared by the lovely students, suddenly felt a little nervous.

Over the years, the spiritual power accumulated through Ryze's meditation not only made Ma Qiao's blue bar gradually longer, but also greatly improved his multi-line operation ability.

"There is still such a relationship... What a trouble..."

Marjorie shook his head slightly.

It's not that I'm worried about Mouse (Tucci) being exposed, that kid is very cunning, and his acting skills are top-notch.

What Ma Qiao thought was that the mouse actually had an uncle lieutenant general, so Tucci had to be trained well.

Shouldn't it be more prudent to give him an assistant?

In order to prevent the younger brother who I had finally inserted into the system from being directly killed by a reckless guy like Aaron in the East China Sea?

Although even if he died, Tucci could be resurrected by spending a lot of money, but it was really difficult for the navy to explain.

After thinking about it, Ma Qiao felt that it would be better to give him an assistant.

After all, it is an ADC, how can it do without support.

There are no suitable candidates right now, so let Dema help me make do with it...

After all, my big Galen has both control, acceleration, and shields. If there is nothing to do, I can transfer a pawn, Q a car, etc. No matter how you look at it, it is a high-quality support.

When traveling to the top of silver, Ma Qiao often used Dema to assist his teammates, and received wide acclaim and positive interaction from many ADCs...

When Ma Qiao researched and decided that Galen would be the assistant, Wei Wei was still wrestling with the steak, while Karu was chewing on the lettuce.

As a princess, Weiwei's cooking skills are not very good, so sometimes the steak will be particularly tough.

Fortunately, Ma Qiao is not a man who is particularly picky about food. He only cares about whether the food he eats has zero calories.

Weiwei noticed that Ma Qiao frowned sometimes, sometimes decisively, and sometimes a little sad. She swallowed the beef and nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Ma Qiao raised his eyebrows...

……

boom!
Mouse Tuqi was punched in the abdomen and flew backwards.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel slowly withdrew his big fist, his face full of disappointment.

Although he doted on this nephew since he was a child, it didn't mean that the flying squirrel was easy to discipline the mice.

In fact, the education methods of the flying squirrel and Karp are similar, which belong to the so-called "deceitful corpse" style of raising.

Generally do not see people, see people on the fist.

Educational methods, such as listening and communicating, do not exist.

As it turned out, this upbringing worked out pretty badly.

Garp's son became a revolutionary army, and both grandsons became pirates.

In contrast, the mouse has become a wicked young dude, which is quite satisfactory.

After all, in the eyes of the world government, dandyism does not matter at all, and the revolutionary army and big pirates are the real threats.

Seeing his nephew lying on the ground, the flying squirrel shook his head as before, ready to turn around and leave:

"You still don't grow as usual! How can you bear the name of justice with such strength!"

However, just as he turned his head, a burst of unmistakable green fluorescence flashed across Tucci.

Then, Tucci stood up tremblingly.

"Ok?"

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel withdrew his legs that had stepped out of the door and turned around with a flash of surprise.

(End of this chapter)