The most powerful pirate Nami in the manga

The warehouse where the munitions were stored was heavily guarded.

There were three layers of people inside and outside, densely packed with people. An extremely large arsenal was guarded by at least 10,000 people.

However, when the Stocking Masked Demon King defeated the leader of the Knights of God, the warden here received an order to support Marijoa.

The warden was shocked; he had not expected the matter to be so serious.

You have to know that in the past, they had no chance to go out at all.

Even though Tiger had gone too far more than ten years ago, they still ate and drank in this base, played cards, drank, gambled, and even enjoyed beautiful women.

He originally wanted to continue his extravagant and decadent life today, but he also saw Nami's powerful punch here. He himself is also strong, and can even be said to be the elite of the Knights of God. He just failed in the competition for the leader.

He was banished to this godforsaken place to guard these arms.

Although this was a very important position and the official rank was high enough, he had almost lost all channels for promotion.

But there was nothing he could do; this was the fate of a loser, and he could only accept his fate.

After receiving the order, he notified superiors at all levels to adopt a level one combat readiness status, and then gathered in front of the warehouse gate.

Command post duty room

During what should have been a serious and tense working time, a group of officers completely forgot about their duties. The office was filled with smoke, the table was littered with cups and plates, and drinks were spilled everywhere, emitting a pungent smell of alcohol.

They slumped lazily in their chairs, some with cigarettes in their mouths, chatting and laughing freely between puffs of smoke, their words full of vulgarity and unruliness.

In a hidden corner room not far away, there could be heard the sounds of people playing cards and shouting. The chips hit the table one after another. They were immersed in the excitement of the gambling, their eyes shining, not looking like soldiers at all.

What's worse, they sneak out of the camp, mix with some questionable people, go in and out of places with bright lights and wine, and indulge in the life of luxury, completely disregarding that this is the working time when they should perform their duties and stick to their posts. The entire working environment has become a mess because of their behavior, and there is no discipline and order at all.

The man who received the order from the chief guard widened his eyes in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

You know, there has never been such a serious order issued in normal days! In the past, those so-called "orders" were nothing more than the warden casually asking them how many gorgeous girls they brought with them, or whether they had looted any delicious food and mellow wine.

At this moment, the subordinate who was a little dizzy, scratched the back of his head with his hand, and shouted to the warden in a daze:

"Boss, do you want to come over and have a few drinks with us? We have made a great harvest today. Not only have we captured several beautiful women, but we have also found a lot of fine wines that we have kept at the bottom of the box for a long time and are reluctant to take out!"

The warden naturally knew the character of his subordinates.

After all, wasn't it he, the warden, who was the leader in laziness, indulgence and recklessness?

However, this time the situation was different. It was not easy to get such a serious mission. If something went wrong again, the consequences would be disastrous - he might be directly dismissed and investigated, and even his position as the chief guard would be lost.

Thinking back to the time when he came here to serve as the chief guard, more than ten years have passed.

Here, although he is not a man of high position and power, he can at least be called a small "local emperor".

Despite all the feelings this job brought, he was not particularly satisfied deep down in his heart, and sometimes even quite disdainful of it.

But even so, this did not prevent him from not wanting to lose the position in front of him. After all, human beings are often like this, full of contradictions.

In this dim and luxurious detention center, the lights are dim and flickering, as if they will go out at any time. The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, powder, and a faint smell of decay.

The warden was facing the Den Den Mushi at the moment, his face flushed, veins popping out on his forehead, his eyes wide open like bells, his anger almost bursting out of his eye sockets. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Humph! I don't care how much dirty water you've drunk, wake up your muddled mind right now! Prick up your ears and listen carefully to every word I say next. If you dare to miss a word, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

The roaring voice was transmitted through the Den Den Mushi, causing the receiver to seem to tremble slightly. The Den Den Mushi's angry appearance was clearly displayed under the lifelike imitation of the Den Den Mushi, as if the Den Den Mushi was infected by the anger and took on a ferocious look.

On the other end of the phone, the subordinate who was extremely drunk and had drunk several kilograms of liquor was slumped in a chair, his eyes were blurred, and he was humming a tuneless tune.

At this moment, under the thunderous roar of the warden, his body shuddered violently, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and he finally sobered up a little. He jumped up from the chair in a hurry, and after swaying a few times, he barely stood up, and then with a "snap", he stood up straight as fast as possible and saluted the Den Den Mushi respectfully. Although the movement was still a little unstable due to drunkenness, it was still quite decent.

As a receptionist in the detention center, he has to answer all kinds of calls and reply to various complicated and trivial messages every day. He has indeed developed a lot of skills in observing people's words and expressions.

At this moment, he was in a state of panic, knowing that the warden was really angry this time. He had never seen him so angry before. While trying to stand more steadily, he secretly guessed what the warden would say next. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, soaking his collar.

The other people in the detention center were originally immersed in the atmosphere of decadence and debauchery.

Several of the Celestial Dragons' men were surrounded by a group of heavily made-up women, who were twisting their waists and trying their best to please them.

But at this moment, they were all stunned by the sudden roar of the warden and fell silent instantly. The women were frightened and their flattering smiles froze on their faces. They were ruthlessly pushed away and fell to the side. They dared not say a word and could only sit on the ground trembling, sweating profusely, not daring to breathe. Like everyone else, they pricked up their ears, eager to hear the warden's instructions.

You know, although they are also called Celestial Dragons, most of them are born to concubines. In the Celestial Dragon circle, their status and position are not really noble.

But this warden was different. He was a pure Celestial Dragon born to a Celestial Dragon and a Celestial Dragon. He had very noble blood and in this detention center, he was the one who had the final say. Normally, these people were in awe of the warden and dared not offend him in the slightest. Now they were even more silent, fearing that they would accidentally bring bad luck upon themselves.