Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 58 M. Caesar Courant
Following Kizaru, the three of them came to the underground warehouse together.

Unlike the last time when there were only a few of them here, it was very lively here today. Lieutenant generals from the headquarters of the famous town of Dahai gathered around the temporary stands built on the edge, with major generals and brigadier generals among them, whispering to each other, waiting for the test to begin.

Looking at them, Ron couldn't help but think that if Whitebeard suddenly appeared and punched the air, the navy's core strength would be reduced by at least one third! !
There was a group of researchers in white coats in the open space in the middle surrounded by the stands. The shirtless man sitting in a giant instrument that covered an area of ​​more than ten square meters was Trion, who had a dao power of more than 6000 and was only a major general... ahem, I'm not going to avoid relatives when giving examples.

When Cap walked in, Tryon noticed it immediately and straightened his back and saluted.

"Lieutenant General Garp!"

Tryon didn't move. The second-phase instrument required more complex equipment to maintain stability because of the increased current, so he couldn't move once he sat on it until the researchers had everything set up.

"Well, I'll just come over to watch the fun, you can focus on the test."

Karp waved his hand as a greeting.

"understand!"

Then he looked at Ron and nodded sincerely.

Ron nodded in confusion in return.

"Mr. Karp, this is..."

At this time, a tall man wearing a righteous cloak came over. He looked very special... not because of his special facial features, but because his upper face looked exactly like a Dalmatian, with two dog ears hanging down longer than his chin. The lower face had a normal human structure, with a circle of golden beard that was very conspicuous. At the same time, the back of his hands also had Dalmatian-like fur, and his feet were supported on the ground like a dog, looking like a lively dog-headed man.

Judging from his military rank, he is a lieutenant general of the headquarters, just like Garp, but his tone is full of respect, which is probably a common problem among the "Garp faction" in the headquarters.

"Oh, it's Dalmesia!"

Garp was surprised and said: "It seems that you have gotten used to the half-beast transformation, which is not bad!"

"The Dalmatian form of the Dog-in-Dog Fruit doesn't have any special abilities. I can only work on strengthening my body. By the way, this person..."

Vice Admiral Dalmesia smiled bitterly and shook his head, continuing to look at Ron. At this, Garp suddenly realized and slapped his head: "I almost forgot! Ron, this is Vice Admiral Dalmesia, a master of physical skills who can maintain the half-beast form for a week!"

A week in a row?!
"Hello, Lieutenant General Dalmesia."

Ron stood at attention and saluted.

This is true respect!

Among the three types of Devil Fruit users, the abilities of Animal-type fruit users require the most physical support. However, because the Animal-type is too common and there are very few forms of incredible power, many Animal-type users do not achieve much and are considered the weakest type, a typical case of a thankless job.

Compared to the ancient species and mythical beast species, Vice Admiral Dalmesia's Dalmatian form looks ridiculous.

But even under such a premise, this person practiced hard in physical skills, allowing himself to maintain the half-beast form for a long time, and tortured himself with the power of the fruit all the time. This is not only a proof, but also a training, and even more a belief!
Ron saw himself in him!

"Ron... is that you?"

Dalmesia had obviously heard of Ron. Although he had not been present at the test a few months ago, he was no stranger to this super rookie who continued the legend of the three general monsters. Not to mention, their hope for a breakthrough, the lightning stimulation device, was developed based on the lightning stimulation method developed by Ron. If it weren't for Ron, most of them would have really reached the end.

"You're a good little guy! I'm optimistic about you! Hahahaha!"

Dalmesia's voice was not small, and many people heard the word "Ron". As a result, the makeshift stands were noisy, and a large group of naval generals cast friendly glances at him.

Feeling the gazes coming from all around, Ron suddenly understood why Capra asked him to come and watch the test.

Just like when he asked me to follow him down the boat in Huadu...

Face it!

He knew how many big shots had gathered here today, so he pulled himself over to show his face! And compared to Huadu, the goodwill of his colleagues was undoubtedly more important!
Ron nodded obediently to the group of big men while muttering in his heart: "Why is the old bastard so nice to me? Is he going to sell me out again?!"

Beware of fraud!

Ron had a smile on his face, but he was on guard in his heart.

……

"Dr. Courant! The equipment has been debugged and is ready to start!"

Not long after, the white coats finished their performance. An old man with Mediterranean hair, who had met the couple once before, poked his head behind the instrument and said with some respect.

"Got it! I'll be right there!"

A man with poor makeup appeared from behind the instrument. He had long purple-black hair, a horn-like decoration on his head, and thick purple paint on his lips... Perhaps that was his original lip color.

If I were to describe her temperament in one word, it would be "seductive"!
But at this moment, his face was covered in grease, he was holding a screwdriver in his hand, and he looked embarrassed. He waved his hand impatiently to drive the Mediterranean away. Then, he whispered to himself: "No, I have to check this again. There are so many generals watching me. If something goes wrong, I will never surpass Vegapunk in my life!"

When Ron noticed there was a guy lying behind the instrument, he didn't pay it any attention.

Repairman!
What's the point of jumping up and down in the dark?
But the moment he looked up, Ron, who was complimenting Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel, almost bit his tongue.

What the hell?

M. Caesar Courant? !!!
The voluptuous bitch in front of him was none other than the big boss of the Punk Hazard chapter of the original novel, the mad scientist who had a bounty of 300 million offered by the World Government, M. Caesar Kullang!

Why is this lunatic here?!
Ron looked confused.

"Well, what?"

Admiral Flying Squirrel noticed something was wrong with Ron, followed his gaze, and frowned: "Do you know Dr. Caesar Courant?"

As a genius scientist second only to Vegapunk under the World Government, shouldn't Ron know him?!
Officers below the rank of Rear Admiral in the Naval Headquarters are not even qualified to know the existence of the other party!
Is it...

The flying squirrel narrowed his eyes. This old fellow who had been a lieutenant general of the headquarters thirty years ago had a very sharp vision. He suddenly had a bold guess in his mind.

In response, Ron swallowed his saliva as if he didn't care at all, pointed at Caesar Courant and asked.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, are the horns on his head real? Are they some kind of monster?"

Flying Squirrel: "..."

The flying squirrel twitched his lips speechlessly, relaxed, and rolled his eyes: "What a mess! It's just a decoration... Besides, the sea is so vast, even if someone really has horns on his head, what's so strange about it!"

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Ron patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good... You know, I hate ghosts and monsters the most!"

hiss……

The flying squirrel glared at Ron in disappointment, then shut up and stopped talking.

Seeing this scene, Ron licked his lips dryly, took a half step back, but his eyes suddenly became deep.

The Navy Headquarters in the year 1515 of the Kaien calendar. Caesar Courant appears here. It seems that there is nothing wrong with this...

(End of this chapter)