Pirate Ninja Arrival

Mo Yan didn't know what was going on in T-bone's heart. He carefully read the two-finger-thick manual in his hand and was very surprised.

In addition to wanting to deceive Akainu, he simply handed it over in the first place. Another reason was that he had no chakra and could not use it at all.

In the end, Akainu actually developed some tricks.

There was no chakra, so he directly used it instead. After many attempts, Akainu successfully became lame.

During the period of groping, I blew myself up.

In order to prevent other practitioners from practicing lamely like him, Akainu deliberately used his own failure cases as negative cases and marked them in the training manual as a warning.

Akainu can be regarded as a powerful sacrifice for the navy.

Although it was inappropriate to do so, Mo Yan couldn't hold it back and laughed on the spot that Akainu was really lame.

T-bone didn't understand why Mo Yan suddenly burst into laughter. He didn't know how to react for a moment and watched silently.

When Mo Yan had finished laughing, he held his stomach and managed to stand up. His body was still twitching, and he weakly said to his cheekbones: "Ah, I'm sorry, this is interesting. I'll go back and study it and give you an answer tomorrow."

The purpose of T-bone was to ask for advice, so naturally he had to follow Mo Yan's meaning and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

The scene turned cold again.

Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh for more than ten seconds. Seeing that the t-bone pestle had not moved for a long time, he had to break the silence: "Then, is there anything else?"

"There are some. I'm thinking about where to start with weapons instruction.

What I mean is, first briefly explain the mainstream weapons, and then select the ones that students want to learn and focus on them.

It will be beneficial whether you use this weapon or face this weapon in the future. "

As a tutor, T-bone humbly discussed the teaching process with Mo Yan.

Mo Yan thought about the process of the t-bone and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so he said: "I can rest assured that you will do the work. I will also be one of your students by then. I will just do as you say."

T-bone didn't give up and wanted to say something else. Fatty stumbled over and trotted over, biting Mo Yan's trouser leg and whining, while he kept patting his belly with his little paws.

It's hungry.

Mo Yan slapped his head, wondering why he had forgotten this little ancestor.

I quickly picked it up and stroked its fur soothingly, and asked for advice from the t-bone: "You haven't eaten yet, let's go to the cafeteria together and talk as we walk."

The t-bone will naturally not refuse.

On the way, T-bone told Mo Yan some teaching details one after another, and Mo Yan agreed.

He really doesn't understand this aspect, otherwise there would be no need to ask for a tutor.

The conversation didn't last long. When we arrived at the No. 117 cafeteria, the three of them had just finished eating.

Huo Jin immediately saw Mo Yan walking into the cafeteria, and immediately slapped his chopsticks on the table to prepare the barbecue for Mo Yan. Wan Xuanyou prepared the milk for the fat rice, and just started eating when Mo Yan walked to his seat.

Mo Yan expressed that he was very satisfied with the two younger brothers.

As for some stupid people who are engrossed in eating, just throw it away sometime.

T-bone was very considerate and did not sit at the same table as Mo Yan. If he were there, Ai Bei and Huo Jin would definitely feel restrained.

After a hearty meal, Hawking diligently cleaned up the mess. Mo Yan asked the three of them to go back to the dormitory to rest. He was going to go to the marshal's office with T-bone.

Hum hum, some accounts still need to be settled in time.

Hearing Mo Yan's request, Tonggu hesitated for a moment, took out a phone and dialed, and said: "Is Marshal Warring States available now? The third-class soldier of Sifengyuan would like to see you."

This is making an appointment with Sengoku's office.

It is true.

It is true that the time must be reserved in advance, otherwise any officer can walk in and nothing will happen.

There was no immediate reply from the person on the other side of the phone. After about ten seconds, Jock's cold voice came out: "There will be ten minutes in thirty minutes."

Baqia~

The phone caller was hung up directly by Jock.

T-bone put away the phone as usual, looked down at Mo Yan and said, "It takes about thirty minutes to walk there. Let's go now."

On the road.

Even though he repeatedly expressed his trust in the last words, T-Bone still informed him of all the details of the course one by one, as if he was a tutor with a low profile. All courses given by a tutor must be given with the permission of the chief instructor, otherwise it is against military regulations.

Facing the strict and rigid T-bone, Mo Yan could only listen quietly and treat it as enriching his experience.

The closer he got to the Marshal's office, the more people looked at him in surprise.

A major with a T-bone is not worthy of attention, but a third-class private appears in this high-rise office area, and as a major, T-bone appears to be reporting. This strange combination is very eye-catching.

The officer who had seen Mo Yan roaring in the No. 1 canteen a few days ago saw it and immediately thought of something terrible.

After arriving in front of the marshal's office with all the eyes on him, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

motherfucker.

During the last stretch of the journey, he met people whose epaulettes were patterned with golden branches and leaves. Their gazes were so oppressive that he almost lost his nerve and drove away.

The general level is worthy of being the high-level combat force of the navy.

There is nothing special about the marshal's office. It is just on the top floor of an office building, and it shares the same floor with the offices of the other three generals.

Although there was an appointment in advance, Jiao Ke, who was guarding the door, did not let him go immediately. He turned around and knocked lightly on the door. It was not until Warring States' permission came from the door that he opened the door and let Mo Yan in.

The t-bone stopped consciously.

The decoration in the office is not luxurious. Seng Guo works at a desk full of documents. There is a tea set sofa in the corner to receive guests, and the rest are full of file cabinets.

Oh, and of course we can’t ignore the goat chewing papers at the desk.

As far as the office of the First Army Marshal is concerned, it can be said to be extremely crude.

If this were the United States in the previous life, the marshal of the First Army would not be able to use a presidential suite as his office.

Mo Yan looked at the office environment. Warring States hadn't heard any movement for a long time. He couldn't help but raise his head from the pile of documents. When he saw Mo Yan looking around, he was a little dazed. He subconsciously said, "Why are you here, little guy?"

"Ah" Mo Yan was also a little confused: "Didn't I make an appointment with you?"

After this reminder, Warring States also came back from his work state, put down the documents in his hands, and said gently: "Why, come to me to settle the score?"

His tone and demeanor were as if he was treating a junior who was on the verge of explosion and needed to be coaxed.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face, so Mo Yan couldn't get angry, so he could only say helplessly: "You haven't given me the information about Class 31 yet. I have to get to know my students well, right?" "

He added in his mind: Only by having information can we find out who is the thorn in the side, and then find out who is the thorn in the side and kill the chicken to scare the monkey.