I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

The ability of thread fruit will shine in the hand of Ghost Spider, a veteran player who is good at returning life. As Sakasky expected, what Ghost Spider, Dauberman and others lack is not experience or Strength, but an opportunity for them to fuse the exquisite skills they have honed all their lives into one.

And a [suitable] devil fruit is the best carrier medium.

The Ghost Spider, who casts the basic skills of eight-sword swordsmanship, life return, and two-color domineering into the silk thread, already has the strength comparable to that of Sakaski who was given the [code name] as a candidate for the general.

Compared with the previous owner, Doflamingo, the comprehension and development of the thread fruit is only stronger than weaker.

When accompanying Sakaski to the vicinity of the missile silo, the ghost spider cautiously glanced around, and drove everyone further away involuntarily with the ability of string fruit.

The confidant who knew Sakarski's real plan lowered his voice and asked his old chief: "President Sa is really leaving? I heard that some people have...moved recently."

"Of course it's true," Sakaski's expression was a little playful: "How can we free up the 'stage' if we don't leave?"

"Understood, you have a good time." The eight-armed warrior who is a good person understands instantly. Sakaski has taught himself by words and deeds for many years, and he would be embarrassed if he didn't make any progress.

Watching the boss squeeze into the narrow cabin, Ghost Spider solemnly raised his hand to give the officer the most standard military salute.

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

Sakarski pressed the brim of his hat to him: "Justice lasts forever."

In the "sorrowful" farewell of a group of research experts, Sakaski successfully boarded the modified crew cabin.

Looking down at the team of military and military experts crying in front of the console, Your Excellency the Marshal suddenly realized that he was so popular in the scientific research department.

With the ignition of the pseudo-intercontinental missile, it was accompanied by violent shocks and severe noises reverberating around the small cabin as the tail flame was dragged.

Sakalski could barely catch a glimpse of the outside world through the observation window opened at the warhead.

It's a pity that the deafening noise when the missile was launched made it difficult for him to hear what the group of templar watchmen on the console in the distance were crying and dragging ghost spiders, intending to die.

But probably, it will be a farewell message like wishing you a prosperous life?

It's a pity that the howling ghosts and wolves on the platform are far from the shouts that Sakaski imagined.

"Dead ball!! It's over! GG! It's over for Quan Temei! Then the funds will not be deducted until all the funds are deducted!!!"

An expert scratched his already bright head. He was the person in charge of the program group for projects such as writing missile flight trajectories and correcting flight course.

Since the ghost spider took back the parasitic thread, everyone is currently wearing an extremely frustrated face.

Looking up at the missiles that are gradually rising from the missile silo, the team leader couldn't help crying.

Another expert, who was relatively young, also sighed and resigned to his fate.

He drooped his noble head, and covered his cheeks: "I've accepted the deduction of all the budget and funds, but I'm afraid that the angry Mr. Sa will hang up the street lamp when he comes back."

The punishment of hanging street lamps is actually not severe in the expeditionary army. In fact, it is just a symbolic generation for someone who was beaten with a black nose and a swollen face while protecting the calf.

However, when the younger generation who didn't know the inside story spread rumors, they demonized it as a manifestation of Sa's black belly.

"What's so scary about hanging street lamps? Aren't the reckless men of the expeditionary army often hung up on street lamps after they finish fighting?" The older experts still agreed that funding was more important.

Sincerity is precious, but integrity is more expensive.

If it is for funds, both can be thrown away.

It should be the most authentic portrayal of the current group of scientific research department when they draw the budget to the marshal with the plan.

But if we really want to investigate the root of this ethos, we still cannot get around Dr. Moira, the head of the special fuel research and development department and one of the chief engineers of the [Ark Project].

For some reason, this female scientific madman who has always been indifferent to moral consciousness, except for the rigorous and meticulous research in the field of research, always gives people the illusion of breaking the cans.

Sapo shamelessly solicits sponsorship and resources from all parties, brazenly poachs the corners of the world government research team behind his back, and frantically makes researchers and expert teams work overtime.

As a result, many researchers in the scientific research department, which was already struggling with the distress of receding hairline, completely gave up the trouble of choosing shampoo.

The ghost spider looked at the experts surrounding him with their teeth and claws flailing, and at the group of bald and shiny heads in front of him, the eight-armed spider chose to remain silent while full of sympathy.

Although his long brown hair is not smooth, but... it grows luxuriantly.

But the researchers didn't appreciate this, they blushed and stared at the ghost spider with thick necks: "Boss Sa asked you to operate the launch process and you really operated it? Lieutenant General, aren't you afraid of accidents with that semi-finished product!?"

But obviously, Ghost Spider didn't take it seriously from the bottom of his heart.

Anyone who is lucky enough to see the scene where Sa always uses the pectoralis major muscle strengthened by the armed color as a file to try to break free from the Hailou stone ring on his wrist will be amazed at the tyrannical physique that is polished by shells.

If the missile blows up, it will blow up. Anyway, Mr. Sa will watch the fireworks as if he was there.

Noticing that the ghost spider dared to distract itself in front of everyone, the military experts of the Templar Watch became even more angry.

The old man at the head thought that the scientific research funding for half a year in the future might be wasted, and immediately pointed to the ghost spider's chest with righteous indignation and said angrily: "If something goes wrong with the missile, you will be responsible for it in the future, don't you know??! "

"Okay, Mr. Sa has already flown away, you high-achieving students still want to embarrass me, a big bastard?!" The secret weaver of the Expeditionary Legion sighed softly, and he looked left and right at this group of researchers who started with a Ph.D. , the abnormal bachelor spread his hands: "If you stop again, then don't blame the general for being rude!"

A few old scholars stared round immediately. They have served the Navy headquarters for many years, and many of them have participated in many dangerous or extremely risky experiments.

For the first-hand data, they did not hesitate to take personal risks to record, and there are not a few surveyors. Such a group of dedicated expert teams are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of the threat of ghost spiders?

"You're welcome?! Damn, there are a dozen explosive rocks that I assembled back then! Tell us, how do you want to be rude?? Are you going to kill your comrades because of this kind of thing!"

Facing the menacing highly educated doctors, the ghost spider did not explain, but just calmly took out a sound shell from his arms-it was a magic weapon given by the special operations team before leaving.

Under the sudden wild expression of everyone, a lovely young female voice came out from the sound shell.

"Doctor, you can't rest yet~"

Looking at the researchers who were scattered in a hurry, this powerful general who has followed Sakaski for many years is still a little worried in the final analysis: