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

His face flushed suddenly, and he couldn't even speak coherently.

It was an exquisite wooden box exactly like before!

Don't even think about it, it's definitely a devil fruit!

Ron waved his hand and interrupted him directly,

"I don't want to say it again for the same reason, we need more combat power."

"Accept it, this is my order."

Kebi gritted his teeth, met Ron's calm eyes, and finally accepted the devil fruit.

"This is the box fruit of the Superman series. It can make a strong box, and it is more used to assist in combat."

Ron added,

"The specific development depends on you. Among the three major varieties of Devil Fruit, the Superman is the most special and weirdest. If it is developed, it will have a power so powerful that it can even turn the tide of the war." Ability."

Kebi couldn't help clenching his fists when he heard this.

The ability to turn the tide of the war...

There was a blank look in his eyes.

Can I really do it?

He looked down at his bandaged hands.

Sensing Keby's hesitation and anxiety, Ron smiled and comforted him:

"It's okay, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I believe you can do it."

Kirby was taken aback.

With a sore nose, he raised his hand to salute, and said loudly:

"Yes! Lieutenant General Ron!"

"Well, go and get busy with your business." Ron said.

So Kebi carefully picked up the wooden box and left the office.

"Go and rest for a while, too."

Ron walked towards Alder.

"Row."

Alder didn't refuse either, he casually took out a half pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Ron, then put on his cloak and left.

He knew that Ron, who was under the heaviest pressure at this moment, needed a little time to think quietly.

With Alder's departure, the empty office once again regained its dead silence in the dark.

Ron lit a cigarette again and walked slowly to the window.

Looking outside through the glass window, I don't know when the snow will fall again.

The pure white snow piled up on the dilapidated ground, abandoned forts and old warships, like a thick layer of icing sugar.

And in the dark night, one can vaguely see the bonfire rising, either bright or dark, very faint.

The warm exhaled air fogged the cold glass, reflecting a tired face.

Ron quietly looked at his reflection in the glass window, and suddenly felt that this face was a little strange.

Nearly a hundred lives... just gone.

Ron's heart suddenly became extremely heavy.

In front of other people, he must remain calm and composed.

But when he was alone, he felt the mountainous pressure collapse.

This was the first time in his life that he personally led an army.

"It's far more difficult than I imagined..."

A bitterness stained the corners of his mouth.

As the head coach, he must be responsible for the lives of his subordinates.

This is also the reason why when he arrived, he shot with all his strength without hesitation, even at the expense of exposing the blood of the murlocs to instantly kill Charlotte Cracker.

One more second of delay, perhaps one more person will die in battle.

Of course, Cracker's arrogance... and the suppression of devil fruit ability users by the murlocs and Hailoushi weapons are the most important reasons for Cracker's rapid defeat.

While Ron was thinking silently,

Sudden.

"Blu, blu... blu, blu..."

A rapid phone bug call broke the silence.

For some reason, hearing the phone bug's call, Ron felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The G5 branch's military telephone bug communication is the highest level of secrecy. Except for the Navy headquarters, no one or any force from the outside world can contact this place.

But the signal of the military phone bug in front of him is not the communication of the headquarters.

Frowning, Ron picked up the phone bug.

Communication is on.

"I'm Ron."

He said.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

A soft laugh suddenly came out.

"Navy hero, what a pleasure to meet..."

"If it is convenient, can you turn on the video function of the phone bug? There is a person here who seems to want to see you..."

Hearing this strange female voice, Ron was taken aback.

He subconsciously turned on the video function.

next moment,

A picture was projected immediately and appeared in front of my eyes.

Snapped!

A crack suddenly opened on the window sill pressed by Ron.

The turbulent cold killing intent, almost boiling, swarmed out.

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Chapter 62 That's it

As if something had broken, silence fell suddenly.

The cold and biting murderous aura suddenly filled the huge base chief's office. In the dimness, the projection of the phone bug danced with light, portraying a cold murderous aura on the sharp-cut face of the vice admiral.

On the gray wall, a picture slowly emerged.

A tall figure with both hands bound by Hailou stone shackles and hung on the wall, with unknown carvings drawn on the wall.

The girl's originally healthy wheat complexion was pale, and it was unknown whether it was because of fear or weakness.

Nicole Robin.

Robin's mouth was stuffed with a slave-specific shackle, which was a tool to prevent slaves from biting their tongues to commit suicide.

The moment he saw the Vice Admiral, Robin's eye sockets turned red, and he tried to struggle, making the stone shackles on the sea tower creak.

She couldn't make a sound.

A mature and beautiful woman stood beside her.

The woman was wearing a noble spun white dress, red high-heeled shoes, short blond hair, and a mask with colorful butterfly patterns on her face, covering her face.

Seeing this picture, Ron's breathing stopped for a moment.

"Hehehehe... Your eyes have changed... It seems that this girl is really important to you..."

The blond woman smiled charmingly as if she had discovered some amusing secret, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"This is really interesting... Lieutenant Admiral Charles Ron, the naval hero who is famous in the sea and known as the 'future of justice', has a bond with O'Hara's remnant 'son of the devil' Nicole Robin... "

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was the plot of some bloody novel."

The woman looked at the vice admiral on the screen with execution, and immediately seemed to think of something, tilted her head, and said with a smile:

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself..."

She gracefully rolled up the hem of her skirt, performing a standard aristocratic etiquette.

"It's the first time I met Vice Admiral Ron, the 'Naval Hero'. My concubine is a member of CP0, the highest intelligence agency of the world government. You can call me Stacy."

Stacy...isn't it Stucey?

Using a fake name and wearing a mask, it seems that she didn't want to reveal her identity as the queen of Happy Street.

Ron took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and his brain was spinning rapidly.