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Chapter 333 The two officers have a happy meal!

"Tomorrow is the day of public execution, right?"

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, holding his long knife, sat on the wall of Marin Fando, looking at the densely packed warships surrounding the port: "What a big scene, maybe this is the first time that all the elite navies have gathered Is it Marlin Vandor?"

"After all, what we have to face is the white beard who is known as the strongest man in the world." There was a burst of smoke beside him, and the white-haired man was smoking two cigars in his mouth: "I heard that this time the Marshal of the Warring States even recruited Shichibukai is here to join the battle?"

"Except for Jinbei, all the other six people have arrived in Marlin Vandor. I personally picked up Boa Hancock from Kusnake Island in the windless belt."

"Qiwuhai?" The man said in a long tone, "Isn't it easy to deal with each of them?"

"Others don't know, but facing Boa Hancock was unexpectedly smooth. I had already prepared for the worst. After all, Boa Hancock was rumored to be arrogant and reckless, even if he directly attacked me. Shots are also normal."

"These dregs don't want to lose the name of Qiwuhai."

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel frowned, and could hear the other party's dissatisfaction with the Qiwuhai system in his tone, but he did not follow the topic, but put aside the topic, raised his hand and fanned the smoke in front of him, dissatisfied said:

"Can't you smoke a little less cigar, Smoker?"

"You spend most of your monthly salary on this, right?"

"I can't help it, that's just my hobby." Smogg ignored the flying squirrel's complaints, squinted his eyes, and said, "Besides, as a smoke fruit capable person, isn't it normal to smoke a little cigar?"

"Speaking of devil fruit abilities, you should spend more energy on cultivating domineering." Flying Squirrel advised: "After you got this natural devil fruit, the cultivation of six forms and domineering has almost stagnated, right? "

"A real strong man does not need to rely on the ability of the devil fruit. Only by cultivating domineering and swordsmanship to the extreme can he be qualified to stand at the top of this sea."

"As expected of Teacher Zefa's disciple, is it a typical domineering supremacy?" Smoker said indifferently: "In my opinion, there is no distinction between strength and weakness, it only depends on how to use it, whether it is the Warring States Marshal, Or the three generals, aren’t they all capable?”

"In my opinion, you can also choose a devil fruit that suits you." He smiled: "Isn't it better to have one more method?"

"Only pure power can reach its peak." The mole said, "Whether it is Lieutenant General Garp or Gore D. Roger, for them, the devil fruit has nothing to do except give them one more weakness. Meaningless."

"Speaking of which, you followed Lieutenant General Garp to participate in the capture of Gol D. Roger, right?" Smoker suddenly became interested: "Have you seen them fighting? powerful?"

"Lieutenant General Karp hasn't made a full shot for a long time."

Admiral Mole showed yearning:

"Let me tell you so."

"If the name of the person who was publicly executed was not Portgas D. Ace, then Marshal Warring States would not have caused such a big battle at all."

"There's no need to call up an elite navy, and you don't need to have all the lieutenant generals and generals on standby."

"Facing the Whitebeard Pirates, Lieutenant General Garp alone is enough!"

Smoker was taken aback, "Although I never doubted Admiral Garp's strength as a naval hero, is he really that strong?"

"If that's the case, why does Marshal Warring States always send him some irrelevant tasks?"

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel sighed. "Since the death of Gol D. Roger, something has happened."

"Since then, Lieutenant General Garp has...been taking a more casual view of many things. From his unwillingness to be promoted to general, you should also be able to see it. Lieutenant General Garp is actively avoiding some matter."

Smoker took a deep breath of his cigar, and there was a little bit of haze on his face.

"I understand." He stood up: "It seems that this topic has come to an end. If we continue to talk about it, it's not good to be overheard."

"Let's go eat. It's been a long time since I ate in the cafeteria of the headquarters."

Mole also stood up, holding a long knife, and said: "You are lucky, today's dishes are unprecedentedly rich."

"I'm afraid it's not luck." The two walked side by side, Smoker's expression was not good: "I hope it will be as usual, after all, when I see those sumptuous dishes, I will think that this may be a lot of soldiers It's our last meal."

"By tomorrow, I don't know how many people will die at the hands of the Whitebeard Pirates."

Mole was also silent, and he didn't speak until he reached the entrance of the officer's mess hall, saying, "This is the necessary price for justice."

There are many canteens on Marin Vanduo, almost distributed in every corner, for three meals a day for naval soldiers stationed in Marin, but there is only one officer canteen.

The canteen used by ordinary soldiers and the canteen used by officers are separated not only because of the privilege of officers, but also because most ordinary soldiers are not so happy to eat in the same canteen as their superiors.

Of course, this kind of thing is the same even in the officer's canteen. After all, officers are not so happy to have meals with figures like the three generals or marshals. It is a time of gossip when eating, and no one wants to talk about General Aokiji and During the conflict between Admiral Akainu, he suddenly found that the other party was sitting behind him.

Fortunately, the officer's canteen is not crowded in one hall like an ordinary canteen, but has independent, large and small single rooms.

"Hahahahaha! Is this my scar? It was cut by a man named Mengka!"

As soon as they walked in the door, the two heard hearty laughter from a room, and they looked at each other.

"It's Lieutenant General Garp's voice, right? Who is Monka?" Smoker frowned, "I've never heard of a big pirate named Monka."

"It's a small officer of the East China Sea Branch. It has been dismissed now." Lieutenant General Mole was a little speechless:
"Lieutenant General Garp, as always, did not shy away from talking about his embarrassing things."

Instead of disturbing Garp's interest, the two found a small room to sit down.

A naval soldier in charge of the logistics of the cafeteria hurried up to salute.

"Today's staple food is freshly grilled sea kings from the calm zone. In addition, there are tuna from the Chambord Islands, water meat from the capital of water, and—"

"First serve five hundred catties of barbecue." Mole waved his hand, interrupting the other party: "Then add some side dishes."

"Is this still edible?" Smoker lit two more cigars.

"It's just an appetizer." Mole glanced at him: "Tomorrow will be a fierce battle, so we need to replenish our energy. The cafeteria is well thought out, and they dragged back the sea kings from the windless belt, so don't worry There is not enough meat today."

When it came to tomorrow's battle, the two fell silent again.

Until a soldier pushed a huge cart into the room, raised his hand and saluted the two of them.

On his arm, there is a black mark on the outer circle and inner square that others cannot detect.

"Have a nice meal, sirs!"

　Excessive chapters, tomorrow will enter the climax of this volume.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)