Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

Grand Line, Baldigo.

The revolutionary army dragon and all the main cadres are stationed on this island.

Although Michael set their goals and asked them to focus on the four seas in the early stage of the revolution.

But Baldigo, as the base camp, cannot be abandoned.

"Alas, speaking of it, Brother Michael has not shown up here for a long time." Ginny sighed, "Although this person doesn't look reliable, he is still quite interesting."

"Ginny, since Michael said he was willing to witness your marriage with Big Bear, you started calling him Brother Michael." Ivankov said with a smile, "You are much older than Michael."

"For me, the title of Big Brother has never had anything to do with age." Ginny didn't feel any pressure at all, "And from the appearance, I am only in my twenties."

Ginny's confidence in her appearance is not groundless.

After all, in the original work, when Ginny was spotted by the Celestial Dragons and abducted back to be his wife, she was already 37 years old.

If she wasn't really beautiful, how could she be targeted by the Celestial Dragons at this age?

Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that the average age of beautiful women in the One Piece world is almost frozen.

"Wow, you really have no bottom line, just because Michael is willing to help you take down this silly kid, Bear?" Ivankov's mouth twitched, "Our Chief of Staff is really free."

Although he said so, Ivankov was still very grateful to Michael. This move of his completely solved the little gap between Ginny and Bear.

For Bear, who is born with inferiority complex and cares too much about others, if they are really allowed to go on naturally, it will definitely not lead to a good ending.

Ivankov guarantees it with his own way of being a human demon!

"Hey, isn't it just that you haven't been here for a while? Are you so impatient to plot against me, the Chief of Staff, behind my back?"

A voice sounded in the air, and the two looked up and saw Michael's wings spread out, circling down from the air.

The two immediately showed joy on their faces, and just as they were about to speak, they found that Michael was followed by a large group of sand whirlwinds flying in the air.

After the sand landed, it turned into a human form.

Although this person was tall, there was a chilling sinisterness in his eyes.

Ginny was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ivankov's laughter.

"Isn't this our Crocodile? I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so lame?" Ivankov smiled and approached, "Looking at you like this, you should have been defeated by our Chief of Staff, right? Hee-ha!"

Crocodile looked at Ivankov, and a rage surged in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it at all.

He has a fierce look in his eyes, but dares not speak out.

After all, this person is not only the one who knows his secret, but also the one who personally created this secret for him.

"Okay, Ivankov, he will be my new subordinate from now on, try to give him some face." Michael shrugged, "I came to you this time mainly for him."

"For him?" Ivankov tilted his huge head and approached Crocodile, his exaggerated huge eyelashes almost poking into his nostrils, "Oh yes, I told you the secret about this Crocodile."

"So, didn't I bring him here to change his appearance?" Michael shrugged, "Originally I just wanted to make him a Shichibukai and use it for a while to get rid of him, after all, he is too ambitious. But after grasping his secret, I decided to make him my navy subordinate!"

"This secret, I will eat him for life!"

"So that's it, you are really a bad guy, Michael! Hee-ha!"

"Keep a low profile."

Looking at the arrogant conversation between Michael and Ivankov, the two insiders, Crocodile suddenly began to hate himself.

Hate that I am not strong enough!

In this way, I can kill these two bastards directly!

After all, he never expected that the sacrifice he made to conceal his true identity would become the shackles that bound his hands and feet.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny raised her eyebrows, her not-so-smart head spinning rapidly, "But I seem to have seen this person on the Navy's bounty order... Crocodile, the 'King of the Desert', with a bounty of 81 million berries, right?"

"Yes and no." Michael did not deny it, "But after today, there will no longer be a man named Crocodile in the world."

Ivankov heard this and looked at the two in shock.

What does it mean?

Michael actually planned to let CrocodileCrocodile becomes a woman again! ?

"Crocodile, do you think so too?"

"Asshole Ivankov, do you think I have the power to choose now?"

Crocodile lit a cigar, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a puff of smoke.

But looking at his face, it seems that he is not exhaling smoke, but his melancholy.

"But you don't have to worry, your appearance will not return to its original appearance after the sex change operation." As the initiator, Ivankov certainly saw Crocodile's concerns, "So you don't have to worry about those guys who originally targeted your body making a comeback."

Ivankov's words made Michael begin to feel confused.

What does "the guy who targeted your body" mean?

What exactly was Crocodile hiding?

"Okay, follow me first. Regarding the sex change operation, we'd better go to a hidden space."

After Ivankov finished speaking, he turned around and led the way, walking forward.

Ginny followed Michael curiously, obviously having made up her mind to share the gossip this time.

"Do you have anything to say, Crocodile?" Michael walked side by side with Crocodile, "It seems that I was also confused by the previous events. I only knew that you were a woman, but I didn't know what kind of woman you were."

"What would you do if the answer surprised you?"

"I don't think I would be too surprised."

Michael's face was full of casualness.

After all, no matter how surprising it is, can it compare to him, a time traveler?

At most, it is just a broadening of horizons.

Crocodile looked at Michael's face and finally sighed.

"Do you know why I am called Sand Crocodile?"

"Why?"

"Because the sand crocodile is a specialty of Alabasta."

Crocodile reached out and took the cigar out of his mouth.

"And I used to be from Alabasta."

"To be precise, my last name was Nefertari."