This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

Polusalino smiled and said:

"It is said that you are very similar to Teacher Zefa, but now it seems that you are not as rigid as that old man..."

"Even after all this time, Mr. Zefa is still chattering about the robotic arm that our science department installed for him."

Ron didn't speak.

That old man has his own persistence.

As an old-school navy, in Zefa's time, the quality of warships and shipbuilding technology were far from as advanced and perfect as they are now.

In a large-scale naval battle, whether it is a warship or a pirate ship, it is easy to be overturned in the aftermath of the fierce battle.

Without the support of ships, the survival ability of human beings in the sea is extremely low.

If it is a person with devil fruit ability, it is a narrow escape.

This is also the reason why the powerhouses of Zefa's era were not interested in devil fruits, and even sneered at them.

Zefa and the others of the older generation have been fighting for decades, and they will naturally form a set of concepts and persistence that no one can shake.

What they believe most is not external forces such as devil fruits, artillery and weapons, but their own fists or swords in their hands.

"Come on, let me show you."

Polusalino didn't care when he saw that Ron didn't answer his words.

He took Ron and Tina and walked slowly on the streets of Marlin Fanduo, and then suddenly took a small path at a certain street corner. After about 10 minutes, he came to a gray and white cylindrical building. in front of the building.

The building is flanked by lush street trees and black cast railroad lights.

Barbed wire fences were set up in front of the building, and elite naval troops in military uniforms patrolled back and forth.

This building gives people a deep sense of depression.

The gray, rough walls seemed to swallow the light, and filled with shadows.

"Tina is waiting for you here, Ron."

Tina glanced at the building, frowned slightly, turned around, took out a long and thin lady's cigarette, and lit it.

Ron was taken aback.

Polusalino explained with a smile:

"Without permission, even the lieutenant general of the Navy headquarters is forbidden to step into this area."

"Welcome to the Science Department."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he took a step forward, the wide white cloak behind him swaying gently.

Ron frowned.

Polusalino, what does this mean?

He is just a military student, how could he have military authority that even Colonel Tina doesn't have?

"Come on, the old man has given you researcher permission in the files of the Ministry of Science."

Then Polusalino's voice came,

"After all...no one knows more about power rocks than you do, do you?"

Ron was taken aback.

He looked at Polusalino's back, and a hint of doubt flashed deep in his eyes.

What does this guy want to do?

Even he, a traveler who is familiar with the plot, couldn't figure out what the position of Admiral Huang Yuan was.

Science researcher?

Is this wooing?

Not so much.

With his current status and strength, Ron is not yet qualified to let Polusalino offer him an olive branch.

Besides, the false title of a researcher is nothing at all.

He shook his head, suppressed the mixed thoughts in his heart, and followed.

Guarded and monitored by numerous naval guards, Polusalino led Ron through the gate of the military restricted area.

Behind the gate is a dark corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are monitoring phone bugs every five meters above the head, emitting a strange dark red light.

"Don't touch around, see those small holes in those walls?"

Polusalino smiled and said,

"If the monitoring personnel finds out that you have any abnormal behavior, it is estimated that you will melt in an instant."

He raised a finger, and a golden light gradually lingered on the index finger.

The extremely terrifying and destructive energy exuded in that light made Ron's spine feel chills suddenly.

He looked at the densely packed small holes on the walls on both sides...

Could it be that these small holes are equipped with pacifist laser weapons! ?

The moment this thought came to him, Ron felt his scalp go numb.

He forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

It's not that he's afraid of these laser weapons, after all, this is the headquarters of the Navy.

He just resented Polusalino's blandishment tone.

Especially when he smiles and tells you "it will melt" in this tone...

move on.

Polusalino stopped in his tracks until he came to a door with a steel texture.

He took a step forward, took off his sunglasses, and approached an electronic device next to the door.

A red light flashed in the darkness.

Ron was taken aback.

Is this... an iris scan?

Has the science and technology of the Ministry of Science developed to this extent! ?

But he remembered the face recognition function of the pacifist...

"examination passed!"

Electronic instruments emit harsh electronic sounds.

Swish!

The steel door opened from the center, and Polusalino put on his dark glasses again and walked in.

This is an elevator.

Ron was silent for a moment, then followed.

The door closes.

Boom!

start to fall!

Ron's eyes were fixed... The research institute is actually underground! ?

In the enclosed space, Polusalino's voice suddenly sounded faintly and unexpectedly.

But what he said made Ron's back burst into a layer of cold sweat instantly!

"—Your body has the blood of the murlocs."

The space inside the elevator is very closed.

It was extremely quiet, with only the slight vibration of the elevator descending.

There was a dead silence, depressing.

Ron lowered his head, his eyes shone coldly, and his fists hidden under the military uniform were clenched.

Polusalino didn't look at Ron, he just looked at the elevator door in front of him with a teasing expression as usual, as if talking to himself:

"But in that battle report, no one mentioned it."

"It's really strange...Murlocs are obviously a very sensitive topic."

"But the navy on that warship, facing the interrogation department's inquiries, all withstood the pressure, and no one said anything."

Ron's fists clenched tighter.

Polusalino suddenly smiled and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Don't be nervous, your expression is scary... I'm really afraid that you will kill the old man here."

"Don't worry, no one has seen it. Except for the old man, no one has seen your ability to survive in the sea. In fact, the old man just sensed your movements from a very long distance through knowledge and arrogance."

Ron said hoarsely:

"So General Polusalino, are you trying to denounce me?"

He didn't deny it.

Now that Polusalino has a showdown, he must have had enough evidence.

Moreover, so what if he has no evidence?

He is the admiral of the Navy headquarters!

The strong question the weak without evidence.

however……

Murlocs are Ron's secret.

Unlike the blood of the giants, there are still many members of the giants in the navy, and there are several giants in the headquarters alone.

But the murlocs are different.