Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

East China Sea Navy Branch No. 127, Base Conference Room.

The atmosphere was very tense, and everyone was a little nervous.

Duncan and Melbell, who had recovered, stood side by side, looking at the cold-blooded executioner of CP9 before them.

Blub Blub... Blub Blub...

The tense atmosphere was broken by the ringing of a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

Steele expressionlessly reached into his pocket and pulled out a Den Den Mushi.

"Hey Steele, how's it going on your end?"

A very elegant baritone voice rang out, and Steele revealed an enigmatic smile.

"Walkley, I'm close to the truth, but there's a problem: the person who knows the information is a Marine."

"I'm currently at their branch, but they don't intend to cooperate with my investigation. I have a feeling she's hiding something very important."

The voice on the other end seemed somewhat surprised as well.

"Navy, hahaha, don't tell me you can't take a single navy officer with you from the East China Sea."

Hearing Walker's mocking laughter on the other end of the phone, Steele felt a surge of anger:

"With my strength, I can certainly take her away, but the problem now is that the branch leader and the naval soldiers won't let me take her."

"You know, even we who are directly under the World Government cannot openly attack the Navy, let alone an entire Navy branch."

The face on the Den Den Mushi fell into deep thought, and after a short while, a voice sounded again:

"I will contact the person in charge of the East China Sea Navy and have him issue an order to cooperate with the investigation. But remember, if you still can't complete the mission, you will have to explain to the Five Elders yourself."

The Den Den Mushi was disconnected as soon as the words were spoken.

After getting the answer he wanted, Steele sat down on a stool and closed his eyes to rest in front of the naval soldiers.

He didn't seem afraid that the surrounding naval soldiers would take the opportunity to attack him.

Duncan's face turned grim, and he secretly gave Bellmour a wink.

He lowered his voice and said:

"Bellmeal, the World Government is the World Government after all. Their people have a lot of influence in the naval system, so we will try our best to buy you some time."

"You should hurry up and leave Branch 127, find a place to hide, and come out after this matter is resolved."

Bellemere naturally knew the importance of the matter.

She also knew that even CP9 wouldn't do something like killing naval soldiers.

Therefore, in order to protect Raleigh, she had no choice but to run away alone.

She glanced at Steele, whose eyes were tightly closed, and quietly retreated.

Duncan's tall figure completely overshadowed her, making Bellemere's figure invisible.

As Bellemere struggled to the conference room door, a cold voice rang out:

"I advise you not to leave this meeting room."

"If you leave here now, you will no longer be a Navy soldier cooperating with the investigation, but a Navy deserter. I can use any means of CP9 without any scruples against deserters."

Steele's cold words stabbed Bellemere in the heart.

She raised her right foot, but hesitated to take that step.

Bellemere was destined to become a branch leader, and she didn't want this matter to affect her status.

Deserter, what an awful word.

During the long time Bellemere served in the military, he had thought about fighting pirates and dying gloriously, and he had also thought about retiring in despair after being seriously injured.

But the one thing Bellemere never considered was becoming a deserter.

Duncan seemed to sense her hesitation and growled in a low voice:

"Don't listen to him, Bellemere. Your most important task right now is to get out of this base."

"Our navy is a righteous navy and will never accept such a despicable kidnapping."

Bellemere gripped the conference room door frame tightly with his right hand, veins bulging on his arm.

Tap tap... tap tap tap...

The sound of military boots running on the hardwood floor came from behind.

"Reporting to the branch manager, the deputy admiral has issued an order."

The young messenger, unaware of the truth, rushed over.

Upon hearing this, Steele snapped his fingers and looked smugly at Colonel Duncan.

Duncan's resolute face had turned ashen.

He never expected that this so-called CP9 member had such enormous power behind him.

In less than ten minutes, they were able to mobilize people to the position of deputy admiral.

It's quite possible that I'll receive a call from the Admiral in a while.

When it comes to making a decision, Duncan is decisive and not one to hesitate.

He shoved Bellemere out of the conference room and roared:

"Gag Bunir so he doesn't utter any orders."

He rushed in front of Steele, trying to stop him.

"Heh, in a place like the Four Seas, there are actually branch managers like you who disrespect the World Government and disobey orders from their superiors."

"That's really interesting."

"But do you think you can stop me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steele disappeared from Duncan's sight.

This caused Duncan, who had originally pounced on Steele to restrain him, to miss his target.

"Finger gun!"

"Naval Type 6 - Iron Body!"

Two voices rang out one after the other, and then quickly returned to silence.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

Steele ruthlessly pulled out his finger and took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

Duncan, who was originally using the Iron Block technique, now has a noticeable circular wound on his chest.

Blood was dripping continuously, staining his white undershirt red.

Duncan's face turned pale quickly, and due to blood loss, he became unsteady on his feet.

"I was just unwilling to fight you earlier. Did you really think I was afraid of you?"

Steele said dismissively.

In his view, the entire navy at the base, while presenting some challenges, was not insurmountable.

If it weren't for his special status, he might have left Bellemere the only survivor when he arrived here.

Duncan gritted his teeth, tore his clothes to shreds, and casually used them to tighten the wound, slowing the bleeding.

He didn't say much, but after treating his wounds, he launched an attack immediately.

"Naval Sixth Style - Shave!"

"shave!"

The same six-style naval techniques, but they tasted completely different in Duncan's hands and Steele's hands.

In Duncan's hands, the speed of the shave would allow him to close the distance to his opponent much faster.

They use speed to generate powerful impact and their strong physique to crush their opponents.

The Bull Charge is Duncan's favorite move.

But Steele is different; he's more like an assassin in the dark.

boom!

Having lost his target, Duncan didn't have time to stop and crashed through the walls of the conference room.

In the thick smoke, he lost sight of Steele.