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

"Every time the sword is drawn, it must be killed..."

She looked at the lieutenant colonel in front of her with cold eyes almost coldly, and said coldly:

"are you ready?"

Alder fell silent.

A self-deprecating smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Lieutenant General Gion... Lieutenant General Kake, if I can become stronger... can I... be able to fight side by side with him?"

Chafu and Gion were taken aback when they heard this.

Fight shoulder to shoulder?

They don't explain.

They didn't say no.

They didn't say "No matter how strong you are, you can't change the fact, that is the path Ron chose to take"...

These meaningless comforts are not what the lieutenant colonel with red eyes needs to hear.

"Yes."

Chafu and Gion are two people.

Alder smiled.

He raised his head and looked at Gion and Chafu with a firm expression.

"I'm ready."

He gripped the knife tightly.

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I ask for all support, big brothers, thank you! !

Chapter 5 Ron in Debt

After getting Ron's affirmative answer, Kerla smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ron."

She whispered, then helped Ron remove the blood transfusion belt, cleaned up the bandages scattered on the floor beside the bed, and finally picked up the lunch box.

"Mr. Ron, please rest well."

"If you need anything, you can call me at any time. I will be guarding at the door."

Ron looked at Kerla's slender back that turned around and left neatly, and couldn't help complaining in his heart that you were guarding the door for fear that I would run away, right?

Kerla gently closed the wooden door of the cabin, and handed the tableware to the members of the Revolutionary Army next to her.

"That guy agreed?" A deep, slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind him.

Kerla turned around, and a tall, aggressive figure came into view.

Under the red top hat is short purple hair with bangs and sunglasses.

Wearing a red long-sleeved vest on the upper body, a tie around the neck, red leather gloves, a long tail skirt on the lower body, and red boots on the legs.

A slender cigarette hangs between slightly parted, moist and sensual red lips, and a large flag is carried on his shoulder.

Kerla said helplessly:

"Commander Betty, as the commander of the Eastern Region of the Revolutionary Army, don't you think it's inappropriate for you to open your clothes and not wear underwear like this?"

Betty raised her hand wearing a red leather glove, pushed the sunglasses onto her hair, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with a smile:

"Little Kerla, true revolutionaries are like-minded fighters, and there is no need to pay attention to so much."

Kerla gritted her teeth, looked down at her chest, and thought that I am no longer young.

But she also knew Commander Betty's "eclectic" style, and sighed:

"Yes, he said yes, unexpectedly."

Betty glanced at the cabin door meaningfully,

"Oh? That's kind of interesting."

"I didn't expect that the former naval admiral Zefa's most trusted student, his personality is not as rigid and stubborn as his teacher..."

Kerra nodded approvingly.

If it was the same situation, if it was Zefa, it would be impossible for him to meet the leader anyway.

The Navy is the largest violent law enforcement agency under the World Government, but the goal of the Revolutionary Army is to overthrow the World Government. The difference in this mission alone is enough to make Zefa, an old navy who is unwavering in the Navy and justice, directly He turned his face and refused.

Having said that, Betty looked to the other side of the cabin passage,

"Ivankov, how is his injury?"

At that position, a figure with a voluptuous figure was leaning against the cabin with his back, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, and gently sipping it.

Fluffy deep purple afro, long eyelashes, exaggerated eye makeup, wearing a tight ultra-low-cut jumpsuit, slender legs in black grid stockings.

Ivankov shook his head and said:

"Ron Boy's body is terribly strong, although I don't know how he survived that terrible big explosion. Logically speaking, in such a terrifying explosion that changed the island's landform and climate , it is simply impossible for anyone to survive.”

"But what puzzles me even more is his physique."

"It's terribly strong, it doesn't seem like a human being at all. I've never seen that kind of resilience beyond ordinary people."

"I originally planned to inject him with healing hormones, but now it seems that I don't need it at all."

Hearing Ivankov's words, both Betty and Kerla's expressions changed slightly.

Although Ivankov usually seems unreliable, but as one of the world's leading doctors, her judgment in medical skills is extremely accurate.

The two couldn't help being silent for a moment.

"Forget it, anyway, there are quite a few monsters in this sea."

After a while, Betty shook her head and muttered.

She looked at Ivankov, suddenly smiled and said:

"I'm still not used to seeing you like this..."

Ivankov raised his hand to make a "victory" gesture, blinked and said:

"Are you envious? Shall I inject you with some estrogen?"

She made a "protruding forward and backward curling" movement,

"The effect is quite good."

Betty puffed out her chest, and there was an amazing arc in the middle of the button-free cardigan, and said proudly:

"I don't need it."

As he spoke, he turned around, carried the flag, and walked onto the deck, smoking a cigarette.

Ivankov looked at Kerla again, with an eager look on his face.

Kerla turned pale and shivered all over.

She glanced at her chest again, hesitated for a moment, bit her lower lip with her white teeth and said:

"I... I don't need it."

After speaking, he blushed and ran away.

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in the cabin.

Ron closed his eyes slightly, sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, and checked his physical condition.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed something was wrong.

Ever since I woke up, a strange sense of unease has been permeating my heart.

And now he finally understood what the reason was.

He concentrated his mind on... the system's panel.

What caught the eye was a large expanse of shocking blood red.

Dense reminder information, piled up on the panel.

"You successfully escaped from Marlin Fand, and you have been approved by Zefa, with +100 points."

"You successfully escaped from Marlin Fand, and you have been recognized by Kuzan, with +50 points."

"You successfully escaped from Marlin Fand, and you have been approved by Polusalino, with +30 points."

"You successfully escaped from Marlin Vandor, you got the Navy A's approval, points +0.2."

"..."

"By publicly declaring war on the Golden Lion, you have obtained the Navy D's approval, with +0.3 points."

"By publicly declaring war on the Golden Lion, you have gained Morgans' approval, with +80 points."

"By declaring war on the Golden Lion, you gained..."

"The current available points are 9313 points."

"..."

"Warning! Warning!!"

"Your vital signs are dropping rapidly!!"