From Pirates to Sweeping the Worlds

At the same time, Hawkeye Mihawk, who had just chopped down a swordsman in the West Sea, suddenly trembled all over.

He frowned slightly and touched his black top hat, feeling as if something had fallen on his head.

Hawkeye Mihawk's features are very distinct.

He has short black hair, sharp yellow eyes like an eagle, a short beard, a black hat with white fur, and often wears a burgundy patterned shirt, a black windbreaker, white trousers, and black boots. He has a cross-shaped knife hanging on his chest and the world's strongest black knife on his back.

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and his pupils shrank from time to time.

After making sure there was no danger around, Hawkeye Mihawk got on his car.

However, the current vehicle is only version 1.0, with a very rough surface. It is simply made of wood and is far less cool than his future coffin ship.

But this is enough for him now.

Although it was now dark, he let the raft drift out to sea.

The fire on the raft was particularly bright in the night. From time to time, a breeze blew across the sea, and the fire swayed, like a ghost fire, which looked very strange.

the next day.

While Xia Jieren was still immersed in the mind network, news about Morgans had already begun to spread around the world.

On a merchant ship, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the captain's room.

His name is Cook, an ordinary businessman who is now making a living on the sea with all his fortune.

"quack."

After hearing the news bird's call, he looked up and then waved to the news bird.

When the news bird saw this, it landed in front of the captain with ease.

After the captain put the 50 Baileys into his bag, the news bird handed him a newspaper and flew away immediately.

The captain walked into the captain's room with a newspaper.

He sat on the soft sofa, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Tsk tsk, another group of pirates has made a name for themselves?"

"The world is getting more and more chaotic. There are riots every day."

“It is becoming increasingly unsafe to sail on the sea.”

Taking another sip of coffee, he thought, "Why not just find a safe island to live on after this job is done?"

"It wouldn't be worth it if I lost my life at sea one day."

"Or we can find a big power to join us, but that would cost us a lot of money."

Captain Cook kept scanning the newspaper. All that was below were worthless news or advertisements.

Until he saw "Navy Love Triangle".

"puff……"

"cough……"

He suddenly spat out the coffee in his mouth and began to cough violently.

"What the hell, who on earth is so bold? He even dares to make up stories about Admiral Sengoku and Navy hero Garp."

After Cook caught his breath, he hurriedly picked up the newspaper and carefully brushed off the water droplets on it.

Then he gently rubbed the corners of his eyes and wiped away the tears.

Then, he looked at the author column impatiently.

"Um, 'I don't have Hawkeye'?"

"who is this?"

"Hawkeye, I remember the man who recently challenged various sword masters in the West Sea was nicknamed Hawkeye."

"Is it him? He's a nice guy, and he helps clean up the pirates in the West Sea from time to time."

After reading the entire story, Cook said with emotion: "I didn't expect that he was not only a great swordsman, but also a great writer."

“What a wonderful story.”

"I didn't expect that there would be such a complicated relationship between the Admiral, the Navy Hero, and the Navy Think Tank."

Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office.

Marshal Kong laughed and said, "Sengoku, the triangle relationship between you, Garp, and Crane has been exposed."

The Warring States general roared with a frown on his face: "This is all slander, slander."

"Who on earth wrote this? I must capture him and send him to Impel Down."

At this time, a lieutenant general said, "Didn't Hawkeye write it?"

Tsuru replied with a dark face, "Probably not. Mihawk's personality wouldn't allow him to do such a thing."

At this time, the naval hero Monkey D. Garp kicked the door open carelessly, walked into the office in a dignified manner, and then slammed the door shut with his foot.

Marshal Kong's face turned ugly when he saw Garp's action. He roared, "Asshole Garp, can you be more gentle when you enter the door?"

Garp grinned and said, "Sorry, sorry. I'll be more careful next time."

"Hey, Sengoku and Kozuru are here too."

Before he could finish his words, he sat down on the sofa.

He chewed the senbei in his mouth and asked, "Marshal Kong?"

"Brother Kong"

"Click..."

"You asked me to come"

"Click..."

"Is there a problem?"

Listening to Garp's intermittent and inarticulate questioning, Cyborg's forehead veins throbbed with anxiety.

Then, he sighed helplessly and said weakly: "Well, you should read today's newspaper first."

Marshal Kong was helpless in the face of Garp's personality and simply gave up on treating him.

Karp took the newspaper and started reading it, muttering, "What's the big deal?"

"You're asking me to make another trip. I'm very busy."

"I'm busy trying to challenge the record for eating senbei."

Garp's complaints were so loud that the surrounding naval commanders were so upset when they heard them.

"puff……"

Garp sprayed all the senbei crumbs in his mouth onto the newspaper.

Then he began to read Xia Jieren's short story "Navy Love Triangle" in disbelief.

The more Karp read, the more surprised he was, and the more he wanted to laugh. When he finished reading it all, Karp couldn't hold back any longer.

“Hahahaha, this is so funny.”

"Zhan Guo, have you seen it?"

"You and I had a man-to-man battle for Xiao He."

"But I didn't expect that we both chose to back off on the day of the final battle in order to help each other. We didn't even show up at the scene."

"As a result, Xiao He thought we were humiliating her."

“A rift also arose between the three of us.”

"Although the three of us knew it was a misunderstanding after spending so much time together, it was too late in the end."

"I'm married and have children, and you, Zhan Guo, also have an adopted son."

"The relationship between the three of us has always been more than friends but less than lovers."

"What an interesting idea, it's really interesting."

"Who on earth wrote this? It shouldn't be that guy Hawkeye. That expressionless guy can't write a story like this."

Sengoku and He listened to Garp retelling the story again, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing the naval generals around them wanting to laugh but trying hard to hold it back, they became even angrier.

Sengoku and Kasuru yelled in unison, "Shut up, Garp."

Even though Garp was laughing, he was startled by the sudden roar and the senbei in his hand fell to the ground.