Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

Michael never thought of asking Charlos to carry out a suicide bombing from the beginning to the end...

But he didn't expect that this guy would be so fanatical about his beliefs.

At first, he just wanted to plant a useful spy in the Celestial Dragon group for convenience, but he didn't expect that in addition to training the spy, he actually created a believer...

But this may not be a bad thing for Charlos.

After all, after experiencing the hell drawing of the Celestial Dragons being executed by Rayleigh and others, he really needed to find something to sustenance his spirit.

And Michael is obviously the one who can be regarded as an object of worship.

For so many years, Charlos has been brainwashing himself in various ways, and finally turned Michael into an angel god who saves everything in his mind.

However, Michael only asked him to unilaterally convey information about the Celestial Dragons.

No matter from which aspect, Michael didn't expect that Charlos could develop to the point where it is now.

But...

When a person dies, the light goes out. After all, Charlos is an enemy to Michael, and is just a tool to be turned against.

After a small sigh in his heart, Michael immediately devoted himself to the construction of the junior class.

This time, Zhan Guo and he did not intend to create something similar to an elite training camp...

Instead, they really set up a department in the navy to accommodate and teach those teenagers. When they grow up, they will officially become navy and then be sent to various corners of the sea.

That is the form of a "military school".

Not only let the instructors headed by Zefa teach them to fight, but also let them truly embark on the road of strength...

More importantly, cultural courses.

Michael specially found a dozen scholars who are proficient in different subjects from Alabasta to be cultural teachers of the junior class.

Fighting and killing are inevitable, but in the future, more will be to govern this capricious sea.

Therefore, cultural knowledge is the best way for them to understand this world.

"Michael, you are here." Zefa came over from behind, looked at the bottle of wine in Michael's hand, and asked with a little surprise, "Hmm? Michael, do you like to drink too? This bottle of wine is not cheap."

"I am not very interested in wine." Michael raised his hand and raised the bottle of wine in his hand, "I just came to pay tribute to the dead."

"Paying tribute to the dead?" Zefa was stunned, "Are you paying tribute to Saint Charlos? I remember that you saved him from Rayleigh that year?"

"I am paying tribute to the dead, but not Charlos, but those who were killed by those Celestial Dragons..." Michael raised his hand, and the bottle of wine flew into the sea, "I want to tell them that another Celestial Dragon has reported to the bottom, and their blood feud has been avenged again."

Michael's eyes were very firm, so firm that Zefa was a little stunned.

Although he had no good feelings towards the Celestial Dragons, Michael's attitude...

was not ordinary.

As one of the top decision-makers in the Navy, it is not uncommon for him to hate the Celestial Dragons so openly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zephyr?" Michael looked at Zephyr staring at his face, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, "Is there something on my face?"

"Ah... no, nothing."

In the end, Zephyr just turned all his doubts into a sigh.

Anyway, he has been relegated to the second line for so long, and the Navy is no longer his era!

The current Navy is the era of the three admirals and Michael!

It is the era of the members of the SWORD secret special forces!

The future is the era of the junior class that is being built now!

His mission is to make the junior class not weaker than the generation of the SWORD secret special forces.

This is a big challenge, after all, not every talent is completely suitable for frontal combat.

"Teacher Zefa, what's the matter with you coming to see me?" Michael asked, pulling the corner of his mouth. "Once the topic turned to wine, it went completely off the topic."

"Oh, yes, you see my brain... it's a little less sharp after getting old." Zefa patted his head with his hand, and then said seriously, "It's about the junior class... the talented teenagers summoned from all over the world have arrived at the Navy Headquarters one after another."

"Oh? They've arrived so soon?" Michael was a little surprised. "The separate campus and dormitory for the junior class haven't been completed yet, how come they're here?"

"Maybe... it's the radicalism and excitement unique to teenagers?" Zefa was also a littleHelpless, "I clearly told the Navy's liaison officer when I contacted them that they didn't need to rush to the Navy Headquarters, and they could arrive within this month."

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then you can't really blame them." Michael laughed and said, "After all, they completely meet the condition of 'arriving within this month' that you, Mr. Zefa, said."

"Yes, I'm just a little surprised at the execution of these young people." Zefa sighed, looking a little helpless, "But since they are here, we can't let them run around on the island of Marinford..."

"Of course not! Mr. Zefa!" Michael nodded in agreement, "This group of genius teenagers, to put it bluntly, is a group of naughty kids with excessive mobility. If they are really let loose, who knows what kind of trouble they will cause... How about this! Let them gather and we go to meet them first, how about it?"

"At this point... we can only do this for now."

...

Michael and Zefa's orders were quickly conveyed to various units of the Navy Headquarters.

Everyone sent the members of the youth class that they could see to the square in front of the Navy Headquarters.

Soon, the square was filled with a crowd of young people.

They ranged from children aged five or six to teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen.

But most of them had the same excited hearts and excited hands.

Of course... not all of them were like this.

There was a group of people among the young people who seemed to have gotten used to being in the Navy Headquarters.

There was no doubt that this group of people were the families of active navy officers, led by the three little bastards of the Garp family and the five little bastards of the Michael family.

So... Michael planned to kill the chicken to scare the monkey and catch a few typical ones.

"Hey! Ace! Iji! Reiju! What are you guys mumbling about!? Don't you take me seriously? Speak out loud if you have something to say!"

"Uh, nothing, we didn't say anything." Reiju glared at the others and said with an awkward smile.

"I told you to speak, so you speak!"

"Uncle Michael! Your front door seems to be open!" In the end, it was the young Luffy who raised his hand and reported loudly.

Michael nodded.

"See! This is honesty and discipline! Except Luffy, everyone runs five laps around Marineford!"

"... Luffy, you run ten laps!"