Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 523 Making a Plan (13)

"Another war?"

"Yes! Look at those boats. They are all refugees."

"Hey, I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I keep fighting all day long."

"The navy is really bored. They just fought Big Mom and now they are fighting Whitebeard. Aren't they tired?"

An old man in the village heard this and waved his cane: "What do you know, little brat?"

"It is only natural for the navy to fight pirates! That's called eradicating all evil!"

"Go away, go away, it's annoying just looking at me!"

The young man stopped talking and ran away in shame.

What happened in this nameless little village almost represents the two most common views on the sea. One side believes that the navy has nothing better to do and instead of living a good life, they have to fight to the death with Whitebeard.

The other side understood the Navy's approach and expressed support for it.

Especially the old people who have lived from the last era to the present, they have experienced the baptism of endless wars in Roger's era. Not to mention a mere half a year, they have witnessed wars lasting several years.

They have long hated pirates, so they will definitely support the navy.

Also.

During the Great Pirate Era, countless hyenas madly poured into the Grand Line to plunder everywhere, causing local chaos everywhere to replace the previous world wars. For ordinary people, neither is a good thing, but the former is undoubtedly more threatening.

Therefore, the old people were not angry but laughed instead when they were able to return to the past.

At least during the time when the Navy, Big Mom, and Whitebeard were at war, the New World was unprecedentedly peaceful and harmonious, except for the places shrouded in war.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

That's the idea.

"It's really sad, isn't it?"

In the new world, on an unknown island, inside the town church.

Ron held the information passed on by his subordinates in his hand, and stared forward with deep eyes. The dim torchlight in the basement reflected in his pupils, like reflecting the stars, flashing with wisdom.

"Well, I understand."

Chatun held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled playfully: "Children who grew up in war and those who grew up in peace have different views on war. The latter will only think that war is bad in general, while the former will only consider the impact on themselves."

“It’s all due to life’s pressure.”

"If we want them to change their mindset, we have to eliminate pirates from the world."

"However……"

Chatun didn't say anything else, but Ron understood what he meant.

However...the sea is vast and boundless, and the islands are connected across the sea.

If we want to stop pirates from wreaking havoc in the world, the land must replace the ocean.

Well, then it’s time for the “Bandit King” to appear.

"Tsk, I really have nothing better to do than to think about these things."

Ron shook his head to clear his mind and asked, "How is the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

"To answer your Excellency, everything is normal!"

Under the stone throne, the old man who had been a priest in the town for decades stared with a pair of cloudy eyes and answered enthusiastically: "The Moby Dick forbids fishermen to approach and will drive us away from a distance."

"But this will expose the location of the Moby Dick, making it easy for us to track it."

"Don't let your guard down in case they slip through in troubled waters."

Ron reminded, and then took out the token: "Send a message to the front line and tell them the location of the Whitebeard Pirates' support troops."

Reminder, reminder, just a reminder.

The reorganized naval assassination force has never appeared in front of the world. Even government officials above the level of authority only know that the commander-in-chief is Canglong, and they know nothing else.

The enemy was in the open while we were in the dark, and Whitebeard certainly would not be prepared for this.

While waiting for the priest to leave with the token, Chatun asked while biting a cigarette.

"Do you want to let the assassination team take action? To help share the pressure on the front line?"

The "assassination troops" mentioned by Chatun are not intelligence personnel like priests, but executioners who are truly skilled in assassination.

Their methods were bizarre and imaginative, and they would do anything to achieve their goals, which opened Ron's eyes and sent chills down his spine.

The most famous example is that in order to complete an indefinite assassination mission, a group of members of an assassination team gathered together to liberate the target country from war, be crowned as a king in the name of a hero, and be loved by everyone.

Then... when the target leaves his hiding place to visit the wise ruler, he is killed and then withdraws. From beginning to end, the people do not know the truth.

Well, that’s right!

That country is now the New World Allied Power Garfield, where the legend of the Ten Knights was left and the royal palace was contributed in the battle between the Navy and Rayleigh.

Ron thought about it and finally gave up this tempting idea.

"Not yet. We haven't cultivated new blood yet, and if the existing elites are defeated, we can't afford the loss."

The old instructors and members who returned to the organization are Ron's treasures!

We are counting on them to expand our assassination force!
Ron would never do anything that would kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

"Also, with the information about the location of the support forces, Admiral Akainu will know how to make arrangements."

Ron added, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "By the way, Vice Admiral Chatun, if I ask you to assassinate Whitebeard, is it possible?"

Chatun thought about it and gave a number.

"Twenty percent!"

It’s not impossible, but it has a 20% success rate!
This is enough to prove how profound the attainments of assassination are for Lieutenant General Chatun, who is not very prominent in the headquarters.

Thinking about it the other way around, if it weren't for his self-healing ability, Ron would have been killed instantly by him during the general candidate demonstration.

But 20%, this probability is not enough...

"I think too much."

If Whitebeard was so easy to be assassinated, Sengoku would have given the order long before the assassination unit was disbanded, and he would not have been given the chance.

Brubru...brubru...

At this moment, the steady and powerful call of Den Den Mushi was heard from the basement.

Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out a Den Den Mushi with a black shell and a white surface and a white painted number "0" on the side.

Ron now carries three Den Den Mushi with him.

One is the Blue Den Den Mushi, who is the commander-in-chief of the airship force and has the power to mobilize all airships; the other is the Black Den Den Mushi, who is the commander-in-chief of the assassination force and the highest decision-maker of the assassination force.

These two Den Den Mushi are representatives of status and power, just like the golden Den Den Mushi held by the admiral is to the Demon Slayer Order.

The third is a private phone for daily communication.

The Den Den Mushi "Tiger Talisman" that serves as a token of the branch base leader is milky white all over and is now kept in G10, giving Ain the right to temporarily take over the command position.

The Den Den Mushi was connected, and the masked face of the intelligence officer quickly appeared.

"Sir, we have found the trace of 'Blackbeard' Teach! Shall we continue to track him?"

"Oh? Where?"

"It's an uninhabited island in the Whitebeard Sea. According to investigation, he left less than half a day ago. There was another person with him. The preliminary estimate is 'Otokoshi' Van Oka."

Ron was slightly surprised, but then he changed his mind and said, "Go ahead and report back as soon as you figure out his direction."

"understand!"

After hanging up the phone, Ron pondered for a moment and asked, "Lieutenant General Chatun, in addition to the intelligence team, how many people do we have available for deployment?"

"Excluding the new recruits, the actual combat power is 436... plus me, 437."

Chatun confidently reported the number, frowned and asked, "You want to use them to deal with Blackbeard?"

You were asked to use these people to deal with the captains of the various divisions of the Whitebeard Pirates' support forces, but you were reluctant to use them to deal with Teach, who is obviously more difficult to deal with?
Chatun really wanted to say that it would be impossible unless he took action himself!
"of course not!"

Ron looked at him with a "what are you thinking" expression: "I just thought of a plan to make Whitebeard die voluntarily. If Teach doesn't go according to the plan, I think someone will need to help him."

Let Whitebeard die voluntarily!!!

Chatun's heart was shaken and his expression was horrified.

Holding back his excitement, Chatun held a cigarette in his mouth and said solemnly: "So that's how it is. What should I do?"

He believed that Ron would never do something without a purpose.

Navy Canglong's conspiracy will stand the test of time.

"do nothing."

Ron looked at the confused Chatun and said with a smile: "The most perfect plan is to do nothing and let the opponent fall into the trap."

"I just need to add fuel to the fire at the critical moment."

I really think that today's automatic transmission is more troublesome than manual transmission. There are so many functions that you may not know what some buttons do until you drive it to the end of its life.

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(End of this chapter)