Dragon Slayer of Pirate World

9 month 15 day.

In the solemn venue, Zefa, the chief instructor of the elite battalion, was making a concluding speech:

"You are the last batch of students I led. In the past year, you have shown great potential and unlimited possibilities. I hope that in the days to come, no matter where you are, you will be worthy of your support." "The word justice"

When Zefa finished his speech, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and the veteran who had served in the Navy for 50 years suddenly felt like crying.

Amidst the applause that filled the sky, Navy Marshal Sengoku slowly climbed onto the high platform.

Although in private, the marshal is also an approachable and even funny guy like Garp, but on such occasions, his face is still full of majesty.

His first words after taking the stage were very clever:

"Your instructor Zefa is my old classmate and even more so my old comrade-in-arms. We joined the navy together and fought against great pirates such as Rocks, Roger, and Whitebeard. Today he officially retires here and bids farewell to his own struggle. After 50 years of service in the Navy, let us once again pay tribute to this legendary veteran with the warmest applause."

After another round of applause, Zefa's eyes finally became moist, and he raised his chin slightly to prevent himself from bursting into tears.

Then Warring States began his speech:

"This elite camp was very successful. Unfortunately, due to the complicated affairs, I was not able to communicate much with everyone in person. But in each study report, I can understand from each document I see the huge potential in you, and I hope that in the near future, you will all be able to become the mainstay of the navy and make greater contributions to world peace."

Another round of warm applause.

Warring States took a document from the secretary:

"Now, the Navy Headquarters will award and promote the cadets with the most outstanding performance in this elite camp. I hope you will use them as benchmarks and continue to improve yourself in your future work and life."

"Colonel T. Penn, promoted to brigadier general, transferred to G10 branch."

"Colonel Smoker, promoted to brigadier general, transferred to g8 branch."

"Colonel x Drake, promoted to brigadier general, transferred to the scientific force."

Those on the documents were all candidates for promotion to general officers. Every time Warring States read out a name, he would pause, and the student who was named quickly climbed up to the high platform amidst applause and took over the promotion order from Zefa. Then face all teammates and salute seriously.

"Brigadier General Vergo, promoted to major general, transferred to the G5 branch and served as deputy base commander."

In this era, Vergo still had a ridiculous watermelon head, and his face was stained with half a piece of uneaten chocolate.

He seemed to be trying his best to suppress the pride in his heart, so much so that the corners of his mouth were deformed, so he had to cover it up with a salute.

Zefa, who issued the promotion order for him, was too sad and uneasy to pay attention to his question, while Warring States' attention was also on the document in his hand.

"Brigadier General Bolderet was promoted to Major General of the headquarters and served as base commander of the 16th branch of the East China Sea."

The young marines in the audience were a little stunned.

In the minds of most people, the branches in the East China Sea or the Four Seas are just novice villages. The sea areas of the Grand Route are the real stage for heroes to display their talents.

Even if a navy can dominate the world, it is impossible to become a benchmark and hero of the navy.

The eyes of those colleagues looking at Leiter were full of various emotions.

There are surprises, accidents, puzzlements, regrets, and a little bit of schadenfreude.

There was no disturbance in Lei Te's heart. Instead, he was very satisfied. He stood out from the crowd and then trotted up to the high platform.

Warring States looked at him with an equally complicated expression:

"In line with the principle of making the best use of people, this headquarters has specially set up the post of Commander-in-Chief of the East China Sea Guerrilla Force, which is concurrently held by Bolderet, granting you the power to freely exterminate all pirates and lawbreakers within the East China Sea. Branches in each region have obligations. If any branch fails to cooperate in providing support to you, you can report it directly to the staff. I hope you will not disappoint the expectations of the headquarters and me and bring complete peace to the East China Sea."

Leiter was really surprised.

After all, the Navy is a highly disciplined institution. Even ordinary lieutenant generals rarely carry out missions across sea areas without approval and communication.

Freely fight across seas, mobilize support from various places, plus the power to directly impeach local branches

To be fair, this power was a bit too great, so much so that Leiter was even a little touched, but also a little ashamed.

The Warring States Period obviously had some understanding of the corruption at the grassroots level, so instead of counting on those mediocre and incompetent veterans, it was better to delegate power to young people. Anyway, in Donghai, which was the weakest, even if something went wrong, it could be saved in time.

Perhaps we can also take advantage of the justice that has not yet been eroded in the hearts of young people to carry out a purge of the idle and indolent branches in Donghai.

The graduation ceremony has ended, and the companions in the elite camp who have been together for nearly a year are also bidding farewell to each other in a reluctant atmosphere.

Some people who have a good relationship may have a big drink before leaving and then get drunk for three days.

There are also some newly promoted officers who can't wait to pack their bags and prepare to go to their new jobs.

Leiter and his small team also had a small gathering, which was a testimony to the friendship over the past year.

He smiled and raised his cup:

"Smoker, and Peng En, your station is actually not far from my branch. Come and have a drink with me when you have time."

Smoker blew out a puff of smoke:

"It's not far, just separated by a windless zone."

Ain curled his lips:

"What's wrong with the windless belt? If you still have friends like us in your heart, you can swim here even if you have to swim."

Smoker rolled his eyes:

"Please, just let me, a devil fruit user, swim. I don't want to have sex with women, so don't pinch me, Tina."

Two days later, Leiter boarded a warship bound for the East China Sea.

Since Zefa, Binz, Ain, Larson, Bingshan, Franky and others all boarded the ship with him, there was no need to worry about the journey becoming boring.

"You found a few more interesting guys."

Zefa glanced at Franky who was modifying him with "Ding Ding Bang Bang" and said with a smile.

Leiter also smiled:

"Instructor, have you ever taken the sea train?"

Zefa shook his head slightly:

"Although I have heard people say that it is a novel invention, I have rarely been away from Malinfando in recent years, and I have never had the opportunity to see it with my own eyes."

Leiter glanced at Bingshan and Franky:

"Then do you remember Tom, the fishman craftsman who built the sea train?"

"Of course, I also took you to observe Tom's trial ceremony, what?"

"These two guys are Tom's disciples."

"That's it."

"Instructor, there is something I want to hear your opinion on. If possible, can you help me make this request to the headquarters?"

After listening to Leiter's account of the tragic experience of Tom's master and apprentice, of course he omitted the ancient weapons, Zefa was silent for a moment, and finally spoke again:

"I still have a little friendship with Magellan, the director of Impel Down. Let me see if he will sell me this face. Ain, Binz, who of you can help me get the phone bug."

Because Ain was lying on the roof of the boat basking in the sun, Binz, who was cultivating plants, responded and took out a phone bug with the word "z" printed on it from the cabin.

Zefa dialed a number and was quickly picked up:

"Hey, I'm the director of the Impel City Prison, Abu, and the deputy director, Hannibal. But sooner or later, the post of director will be mine. Who are you?"

Zefa coughed:

"I am a retired veteran, my name is Zefa. Please look for Magellan."

"A mere retired veteran dares to speak so loudly."

The phone bug's expression changed three or four times in an instant, and then suddenly calmed down and changed to a calm voice:

"I'm Magellan. It was inconvenient just now, so I let this idiot get the phone. I heard that you just retired, Mr. Zefa."

Zefa put the phone bug on the table:

"Yes, age is not forgiving. I am following the students into the windless zone, preparing to spend my remaining years in the calm East China Sea."

"The East China Sea is a suitable place for retirement."

Magellan's voice was slightly smiling:

"If you haven't gone far yet, why not stop by Impel Down and I'll give you a few bottles of old wine, all of which are your favorite brands."

Zefa smiled:

"It's rare that you can remember this hobby of mine. In about two days, I will pass by your territory. By the way, there is one thing. See if you can help me."

"You never speak to me, Mr. Zefa."

"At the end of last year, a fishman was imprisoned on the third floor of Impel Down City."

Zefa had just finished speaking when a huge wave suddenly arose on the sea. The entire warship suddenly began to jolt, and the weaker shipwrights immediately staggered around.

Leite, who was the best at seeing, hearing, and being domineering on the ship, had already stood up.

A sea king species with a length of more than 100 meters jumped up from the sea with a "bang" sound.

The surging waves hit the ship so hard that even the strongest warship was almost capsized in the sea.

"Ouch, what a big fish."

Franky let out a strange cry.

Bingshan's originally fair face became even paler, and large drops of cold sweat seeped out from his temples:

"This is the Neptune of the Windless Zone"

"Hurry up"

Leiter showed no signs of panic.

Zefa didn't even stand up. He just covered the phone bug with his hands to prevent the fragile big snail from falling into the sea.

"The Black Dragon Ascends to Heaven"

As Lei Te shouted, the soil and sand in the small garden instantly condensed into a huge black dragon in mid-air.

He lightly traced a circle with his finger, and the black dragon roared and bit off the neck of the sea king.

The ferocious sea beast didn't even have time to struggle before its huge body fell heavily into the sea.

"Snapped"

Once again, waves filled the sky, and the sky above the warship seemed to have experienced a shower.

Leiter sat back on his recliner, but heard the phone bug in Zefa's hand make a sound:

"He is a criminal named by the World Government, and it is absolutely impossible to be acquitted. But in the past year, the CP people have not taken anything out of his mouth, and they have not tried him again for a long time. If you can ensure that he is under surveillance, I can arrange bail for him."

Zefa glanced at Leiter:

"Thank you then, Magellan."

Leiter nodded to him:

"Thank you, Instructor Zefa."

Zefa shook his head. He looked at Franky, who was covered in scars, with complicated expressions in his eyes:

"It's really ironic. I can't correct the wrong judgment of the World Government through legal means. I can only use my personal connections to make the Advancement City Network stand aside. This is definitely not the path of justice I pursue."

Leiter sighed silently.

The word justice is too heavy for anyone