This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

His indignant and regretful voice came.

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Chapter 141 "Big News" Morgans

Office of the Admiral.

Like a small mountain of meat, Zhan Taowan pushed the door and entered, looking at Polusalino who was picking his nails with his legs crossed in front of him, he said helplessly:

"Master Huang Yuan, the underground research institute is already in chaos, are you sure you can't help?"

Polusalino said carelessly while picking nail clippers on his nails:

"Isn't it because of you..."

Zhan Taowan covered his forehead.

Anyone who gets to be the boss of Polusalino will be unlucky for eight lifetimes.

He seemed to remember something, and suddenly said:

"By the way, old man, the technical weapons of our technical department have been maintained, do we need to reconnect the signal?"

Polusalino shook his head with a smile,

"No need for now, the reconstruction of the headquarters is urgent."

Zhan Taowan nodded, without thinking too much, turned and left to give an order.

But it was strange enough that according to the design manual of the Ministry of Science, the maintenance work of the pacifist and the submarine should not start normally until a month later.

But after the Warring States Marshal issued the martial law order two days ago, the old man suddenly issued program maintenance.

Walking on the road, Zhan Taowan rubbed his head suspiciously, but quickly shook his head to dispel his inner thoughts.

Who cares... It's not the first time that I don't understand what the old man is thinking.

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After half a day.

In the waters near the Chambord Islands, in the deep sea.

A black submarine with a bumpy surface moved forward silently in the deep sea. After finding a slightly solid riverbed landing site, the black iron-colored anchor was released from the bottom of the submarine and deeply embedded in the rocks of the riverbed. Between the cracks.

The searchlights went out, and the propellers on the rear of the submarine also stopped.

A figure got out of the submarine, and then swung its body, like a nimble swimming fish, it shuttled at high speed in the direction of the Chambord Islands.

The strong water pressure and the turbulent currents in the deep sea seemed to have no effect on that person at all.

He seems to have returned to the swimming dragon of the sea, moving forward freely and unrestrained.

Needless to say, this person is naturally Ron.

He couldn't expose the submarine to people's sight, and he couldn't dock at the port of the Chambord Islands. Otherwise, the guy Polusalino would arrive riding a cannonball in less than half an hour.

The scene of Marin Fando can only be played once, and it is unreasonable to do it again.

But for 5 minutes,

Ron arrived at the coastline of Area [-] of the Chambord Islands.

Using his knowledge and arrogance to perceive a little bit, he avoided the crowd, found a remote coast, and then began to float up.

On the surface of the sea, weeds are overgrown, and vines are entangled with towering red trees.

Colorful bubbles are slowly formed on the muddy and slippery land, and then float slowly into the sky.

A head popped out of the sea suddenly.

Ron carefully looked around, and after making sure that there were no other people around and that it was safe and private enough, he slowly landed on the coast from the sea.

The wet military boots stepped on the ground, leaving a line of footprints on it.

The salty seawater was dripping down his body. Ron wiped the seawater on his face and hair casually, raised his head to look at this magnificent, beautiful and prosperous island, his eyes gradually became Firm and...cold.

He had escaped from Marin Fanduo, and the next thing he had to do was to "notify" the Golden Lion guy.

Otherwise, in less than five hours, he would randomly find a town and start slaughtering.

A big pirate declares war on a navy, something that has never happened in the history of the navy.

The navy is the well-deserved military overlord in this sea. Whether it is the high-end combat power at the general level or the scale of the middle and lower-level war organizations, there is no force in the world that can compare with the navy.

Even the so-called Four Emperors who roamed the New World, and even the mysterious Revolutionary Army whose primary goal was to overthrow the World Government, could not compete with the Navy.

For other pirates or even the pirate group, the navy would not be so passive.

With the navy's huge intelligence network and troop size, if they are determined to kill a pirate, it will definitely not be difficult.

Only Golden Lion Shiji is an exception.

That guy is a real pirate.

He has no benevolence and righteousness, no scruples about the so-called "big man's face", and has a cold-blooded and ruthless personality.

He is a hero with extremely high means and IQ, and he does things by hook or by crook.

Coupled with the fluttering fruit ability he possesses, the existence of the Golden Lion becomes even more frightening and dreadful.

Ron wanted help, too, if he could.

But he knew it was impossible.

The goal of the golden lion is himself.

If he finds out that there are other naval aids besides himself, he will never show up.

In that case, it will only stimulate the crazy golden lion even more, and then lead more innocent civilians into disaster and bloodshed because of themselves.

Thinking of this, Ron narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He raised his hand to pull up the hood, covering half of his face, lowered his head slightly, and moved in a certain direction.

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The lawless area of ​​the Chambord Islands is full of people, and it is very lively.

There are various shops on the streets on both sides.

The topless pirate in the tavern smelling strongly of alcohol laughed loudly;

A girl in cool clothes stands at the entrance of a custom hotel with dark purple neon lights and smokes;

Unbelievable cursing and hoarse laughter can be heard from time to time in the noisy and crowded casino;

Cages are placed at the entrance of the shop, and slaves of different races are locked inside the iron cages. In front of the shop, many women in long dresses of nobles are smilingly picking strong slaves of different races...

Here, there are fat rich businessmen in carved silk robes who spend money like water, hugging left and right;

There are also yellow-skinned and thin-skinned children who quickly pass through the crowd, and then there are children with a few extra money bags in their hands...

Power, wealth, and status are eternal passports.

Ron ignored everything in front of him, he just walked towards his goal expressionlessly.

He walked through the streets with people coming and going, quietly avoided the hands of several thieves, and came to a single-family villa 10 minutes later.

The villa is like an ancient castle, the outer walls are covered with lush green creepers, and the iron gates are rusty.

The identity and background of a person who can own such a villa in the illegal area of ​​the Chambord Islands is naturally not simple.

Ron looked at the villa in front of him, was silent for a moment, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang.

A few seconds later, the gate of the iron fence opened with a click.

A strange tall figure was sitting under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, with a wooden coffee table and chairs in front of him, and a pot of hot tea was being boiled on the coffee table.

The man was wearing a black tuxedo, crisp white trousers that perfectly outlined the creases of the trousers, and a bronzing pin on the chest.

He has a strange appearance, as if he is not human, with a light yellow beak like a bird, and what protrudes from under the tuxedo is not a hand, but a pair of white wings.

But he has an aura that is more elegant, more aristocratic and gentlemanly than any human being Ron has ever seen.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slowly, raised his wings, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Ron, thank you for saving my niece."

"You are very welcome."

The hot tea suddenly boiled at this time, and a thick white mist rose up, as if covering the man's face, making his upside-down, sharp pupils look deep and mysterious.

"The tea is ready, would you like a cup?"

The president of the World Economic News Agency, the dark emperor of the underground world of the new world, the intelligence tycoon..."Big News" Morgans!

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Chapter 142 Why are you so stubborn