Pirate: Hide the fruit, I, Silas, are here!

Chapter 303 The Decision of Crane and Fujitora

On the sea, several small boats escorted a large warship and was sailing.

At the bow, a white-haired crane looks into the distance.

"Xiaohe, what the hell are you thinking? Let go of the key figures in the Dressrosa incident, that guy Sakasky is riding on my head and scolding, what is this for!"

Sengoku's face was full of anger. He just answered Akaken's call, and the other party didn't give Sengoku, the former marshal, any face. Scolded, helpless, he really didn't take it seriously, the navy let the pirates bow their heads and let people go. Although this matter has not been spread, and the aftermath has been done to keep the aftermath confidential, but the fire can't be covered by paper, and there are many red dogs in the navy The spies, this matter was finally revealed.

"You don't understand." He was full of wisdom. She looked at the rolling waves and said calmly: "The plan to drive away tigers and wolves originated from the stratagem of a certain country in the South China Sea."

"Crane" was paralyzed during the Warring States Period, but for him, it was still a bit difficult to lose his temper with Crane.

"Three months, I will give you the answer in three months." He smiled mysteriously and went back to the cabin to sleep late.

"Lieutenant General He!" A soldier stopped He's way, "The prisoner named Monet said he wanted to talk to you about something."

"Monet?" Crane raised his eyebrows lightly, "The old man needs a nap, let's go at dusk."

"Yes."

After about three hours, Monet in the cell was almost numb. She stood at the door of Hailoushi's cell, looking in the direction of the door like a watchman, waiting for the arrival of the crane.

"Monet, what on earth do you want to tell the navy? If you say anything at this time, we can't be let go, right?" the sloppy uncle Torrepol in the next cell asked curiously.

"Don't ask, you'll find out later!" Monet gritted his teeth and replied.

At this time, the door of the cell finally opened.

At the door, two second lieutenants pushed the door open for Lieutenant General He, who walked into the cell alone, and signaled behind him to close the cell door.

A few steps down the steps, the crane came in front of Monet.

"Master Crane! I have information to tell you! Very important information, for the navy and the world government, it is very important information!"

"Tell me." He smiled mysteriously.

"Uh..." Monet looked at the crane. She knew how much trouble this lieutenant general had caused to his master, Doflamingo, and she didn't dare to underestimate him because of his age.

Monet swallowed his saliva, "If the value of the information is great, then I... can I... mention it"

Before Monet finished speaking, Crane laughed.

"You want to tell me the identity of that cat?" Crane didn't want to give Monet a chance to speak first and tell what Monet said.

When Monet heard this, his heart skipped a beat, thinking that the crane is indeed a crane, so he can guess what he wants to say?
But
Do you really know who that guy is?
This is incredible!
Monet wanted to speak, but Crane shook his head.

"It doesn't matter what your identity is, what matters is the function." He smiled, "It's good that you have the idea of ​​cooperating with the navy. You can mention what you want to eat." In fact, He didn't finish talking, what she meant was, Eating it now is like going to the promotion city and not having to eat it in this life.

Monet's wings are about to stiffen. What she holds in her hands is a shocking secret. How can this Lieutenant General He take it so lightly?
"fifth."

"Okay." Crane directly interrupted Monet's exposure, "I know what I want to say, matcha milk shaved ice, right? I have read your information, and I will ask someone to buy it for you when I get to the next island." Said Well, Crane didn't bother to listen to what Monet had to say, so he lifted his legs up the steps and left the cell.
"Damn it! This old woman! Why doesn't she listen to what I say!" Monet was stupefied, and the biggest bargaining chip she held seemed ridiculous in He's eyes.

"What on earth do you want to tell her?" Torrebol was puzzled.

"That cat! That damned cat!" Monet's eyes were fierce, "He is the fifth emperor! Damn it! He is the fifth emperor!"

Torrebol scratched his head, "That." Torrebol scratched his face again in embarrassment, "Can I have two bites of matcha milk shaved ice?"

The puppet cat is the fifth emperor's business, and few people will believe it if they tell it.

In fact, the reason is very simple. How many fake results can there be in the results of the hype by the navy and the world government?If the fifth emperor hadn't died, he would have jumped out and slapped the world government in the face. How could it have made the navy and the world government slapped in the face for half a year? Isn't this nonsense?

Moreover, there was news afterwards that the Fifth Emperor's ship had been disbanded and the crew had gone into seclusion. If this news was false, then the Fifth Emperor was too cooperative.

Now, if you say that the Fifth Emperor has become a cat, who would believe it?

That cat has never even used its fruit ability, and it fights with its claws. It is an ability user who ate the cat fruit, or a talking cat who ate the human fruit. This common animal fruit is advancing There are a lot of them in the city, and all the jailers and beasts are so virtuous, there is nothing to say about the fifth emperor.

According to legend, the Fifth Emperor is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, with an invincible character, and he has the feeling of a little Kaido. Can such a person pretend to be a flexible cat?
Whether others believe it or not, Torrebol is too lazy to believe it anyway. The difference between saying that the Fifth Emperor is alive and saying that Roger is alive is that no one took pictures when the Fifth Emperor died. It is impossible to have what the official newspaper of the World Government said. False, if it is false, then the joke will be big.

On the deck, Fujitora squatted on the deck with a bowl of ramen, chattering.

"Seeing" Tsuru walk out of the cell door, Fujitora smiled.

"Senior Tsuru, do you want to eat ramen?"

"The sea route is not smooth, and the boat is too swaying. I have not had a good appetite these days." He shook his head.

"The sea is not peaceful, and the world is not peaceful either." Fujitora murmured, "You guessed that, so you chose the deal, right?"

"Aren't you the same? So you don't have any objection to my choice of letting people go, but you understand my ten thousand reluctances of the Warring States better." He tidied up his cloak.

Fujitora rolled several noodles with chopsticks and rolled them into a ball, "It's different, I listened." Fujitora ate half a bowl of noodles in one breath, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "He said to Wu Lao I'm curious as to whether Xing knows that he cares about his existence."

"He was killed by Wulaoxing, of course he will be worried." He turned his head and looked at the gradually rising sea, "Even I can't see the details of those people very clearly."

"In short"

"More than a threat, I think."

"The golden lion is bigger." He looked at the sea and said anxiously.

"Keeping tigers and wolves away, interesting, interesting." Fujitora wiped his mouth after drinking the noodle soup, and stood up with his body supported by a stick knife.

"It's windy," Crane said.

"Yes." Fujitora nodded.

The capes of justice of the two navies, swaying in the wind.
as if.

Dancing like a pair of butterflies.
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(End of this chapter)