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

Huoshaoshan suddenly wanted to curse.

He swears that when he goes back to the military academy, if any student dares not study cultural knowledge well, he will hold a gun to his head and make him learn it by force!

If it wasn't for Ron's cultural knowledge, they could only be spinning in circles now!

This is talent!

This is the excellent commander talent of the future navy!

Perhaps Ron is far inferior to Sakaski and his monsters in terms of combat power and talent, but he is definitely countless times stronger than those guys in terms of intelligence analysis and tactical command!

The more Huoshaoshan thought about it, the more excited he became, and suddenly he slapped the table heavily with a bang.

"What are you waiting for!?"

"Let's go!"

Several members of the inspection team came to their senses immediately, and stepped out of the cabin to issue orders to let the warship set off on the course Ron deduced.

"Vice General Huoshaoshan..."

At this time Ron suddenly spoke lightly.

"What's wrong?" Huoshaoshan asked.

Ron looked at him seriously,

"Before I go, I want to ask you a question."

"Can the navy directly... kill people in the process of hunting down pirates?"

Huoshaoshan was taken aback.

At this moment, the killing intent emanating from Ron's body made him, the long-warned lieutenant general of the headquarters, feel a chill down his spine.

He took a deep look at Ron, shook his head and said:

"To arrest pirates, the first principle is to capture them alive."

He turned around.

But just as he was about to step out of the cabin, he stopped and said in a low voice:

"—But in battle, there are always mistakes."

After speaking, he walked out of the cabin, and his figure disappeared in the deep night.

Ron stood where he was, with an unscrupulous arc on the corner of his mouth.

He sat down.

lit a cigarette,

Open that tattered diary again.

again and again,

looking over and over again,

As if wanting to put the above content,

Engraved in my heart.

Chapter 62 Cut Throat, Party, Cut Throat

The bonfire crackled and burned, and the smoke slowly rose into the black night sky.

The strong spirits evaporated in the air, and pieces of roast meat sizzled on the campfire.

Violent music echoed across the wilderness.

The members of the Fanatical Explosion Pirates sat around the bonfire, eating barbecue meat and drinking strong wine.

On the pirate ship docked not far away, there were piles of gold and silver treasures piled up on the deck like hills, reflecting the shining light under the reflection of the flickering bonfire.

"Jie hahahaha!! Boss Gerald!! We made a lot of money this time!! I really didn't expect that such a small town to be so rich!"

"[-] million Baileys!! There are so many piles!!"

A strong bald man with a huge ax on his back opened his hands and swung a circle in mid-air, his face crowded together in excitement.

This is the description he can use to describe the quantity.

"Locke, you idiot! What's the use of money!! Just follow Boss Gerald, don't we have what we want!?"

"Our boss holds a weapon capable of destroying the country!!"

Another pirate with a short mustache and a mouth full of greasy food cursed.

He immediately put on a flattering smile, looked at the blond man who was gently sipping his wine, and said with a hey smile:

"Well... Boss Gerald, why don't you share that thing with the brothers... As long as each of us holds that thing with ten tubes and eight tubes in our hands, let alone a shitty navy, even four The imperial capital is no match for our fanatical explosion pirates!!"

There was a greedy gleam in his narrow, triangular eyes.

Power rock, no, it is explosive rock in their words. Only their boss has this thing, and no one else on the pirate group has it.

He has been envious of that thing for a long time.

Just a little fingernail can blow up a warship!

This is much better than any heavy artillery.

The thin-faced Gerald took a sip of the spirits lightly, glanced at the short triangular-eyed pirate, and suddenly said with a smile:

"Alger, what you said makes sense."

"You've been with me for two years, so it's time for a special reward for you."

The triangular-eyed pirate named Alger immediately caught sight.

"Really, boss!?"

A noble and elegant smile appeared on Gerald's face,

"Of course, I've never treated my brother badly, have I?"

"However, the power rock is very dangerous. If you are not careful, it will explode. Come here, and I will explain to you how to use it..."

Alger laughed loudly, and walked over like a dog's leg under the envious eyes of everyone.

"Boss, tell me, I will definitely remember it!"

He said eagerly.

suddenly--

laugh! !

A line of blood was torn open on his neck suddenly, hot blood sprayed out like a high-pressure water gun.

Alger trembled all over, clutching his throat tightly with his hands, staring in disbelief at the emaciated man in front of him who was splashed with his own blood.

He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but the torn throat made him unable to utter a word.

The bubbling bright red couldn't stop overflowing from between his fingers.

The surrounding pirates gasped at the same time, their faces pale as paper.

Gerald licked the blood on the dagger, his blood-splattered long golden hair covered half of his face, and the ferociousness and cruelty in the long and narrow eyes in the hair tip made people shudder.

"I said...you have been with me for two years, and you should be very clear about one truth."

He sighed regretfully, and spread his hands, feeling helpless.

"Power Rock, on our ship, except for me, anyone who dares to have an idea about this thing, the only end is death."

He opened his arms, with a look of grief gradually appearing on his face, he opened his arms and embraced Alger who was crumbling in front of him.

"My brother, why are you so ignorant?"

He slowly let go of his hand.

Alger's body shook, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Blood flowed all over the place.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were still full of doubts, incomprehension and astonishment.

Gerrard shook off the blood on his hand, sighed again:

"It's so troublesome, I have to change my clothes again."

He immediately raised his head, looked at the other pirates in front of him who were stunned and terrified, and smiled again:

"Keep playing, dance, dance!"

A dozen or so pirates were shocked, and they all made stiff movements and began to dance.

As for the "Vice Captain" Alger on the ground, no one looked at him again.

A dead person is worthless.

After a while, a boy from the Pirates ran over and dragged the corpse away.

Under the influence of the spirits, the other pirates gradually forgot the bloody scene just now.

"so boring."

Gerrard said something suddenly, and he waved to the other person.

"Bring those women here."

When everyone heard this sentence, lewd smiles appeared on their faces.

After half a minute,

Several pirates dragged several figures from the cabin of the pirate ship.

The clothes on their bodies were all tattered, and their pretty faces were full of horror.

But they dare not resist.

Because those who tried to resist had been brutally abused and thrown into the sea.

"Come on, my brothers, enjoy this wonderful party!"