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

Do you want to be ashamed of the old man! ?

The more Zefa thought about it, the more angry he was, his fist was clenched tightly, and he punched down again.

Boom! !

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Lieutenant General!! Lieutenant General!! We are comrades-in-arms, right!! Come and save me!!"

Amidst the earthquake-like roar, Ron's miserable cry came out.

"Of course, of course, of course we are comrades in arms!! You hold on first!! I'll be right here!!"

The tea dolphin replied solemnly, but a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Ron.

next moment,

Ron's more miserable voice sounded:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Don't slap your face!! No...it won't work there either!!"

"Marshal of the Warring States!! Marshal of the Warring States!! Help me!! I am a naval hero!!"

Zhan Guo looked deaf, quietly turned his face away, and looked up at the sky, as if there was something beautiful there.

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After a full 10 minutes, Ron's screams slowly stopped.

The tea dolphin walked out of a big pit with a satisfied face, a cigarette dangling from the corner of its mouth.

"Hey hey hey hey hey... finally avenged the last time..."

He laughed wretchedly.

Zefa also smiled happily, the engine of the mechanical arm was smoking.

"Cough cough cough...well, Ron, are you alright?" Zhan Guo turned around at this time, looking at the tragic figure with big bags, blue eyes and nose and swollen eyes in the smoking pit, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Ron waved his hands with difficulty, and lay there wanting to cry without tears, with a look of doubting life.

He doesn't understand.

He is obviously the hero who saved Marin Vandor, isn't he?

You obviously killed the golden lion, didn't you?

Why are you still being beaten?

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Chapter 16 The World Will Remember Him

"So... I blew up my own grave?"

Five minutes later, Ron, whose head was wrapped into a rice dumpling, stared dumbfounded at the huge pit behind the tombstone, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Keng!

Zefa kicked his ass and hummed:

"Otherwise? The announcement that you and the Golden Lion will perish together has been issued... Most of the civilians and naval officers of the Navy Headquarters have come here to present flowers to you."

"You brat is so chic, you disappeared for so many days after killing the golden lion..."

Ron rubbed his ass and said with a sneer:

"Well... I was seriously injured. I fell into the sea in that big explosion. After floating for two days, I was lucky enough to be rescued by a passing fishing boat, so I found a place to recuperate."

"The phone bug on my body was also damaged during the battle, and there is no communication tool on the fishing boat. Otherwise, I would definitely send a message to the headquarters."

Well, it is absolutely impossible to tell about the encounter with the revolutionary army.

It’s hard to say about a guy like Polusalino whose identity is unknown, but if Sakaski knew that he had contacts with the Revolutionary Army and taught Dorag some revolutionary theories, he would probably give a damn. Blow your brains out.

At that time, I really have to lie in this grave.

Zefa snorted, as if reluctantly accepted Ron's explanation, then remembered something, and asked:

"By the way, what happened when you flew over from the sky just now?"

The others also looked at Ron.

Ron thought for a while and said:

"When I was returning to the voyage, I ran into Basoromi Kuma, Shichibukai, the king by chance. He asked me "Where do you want to travel?" I answered the Navy Headquarters, and he slapped me back."

Regarding this "falling from the sky" method of appearance, there is no way to deceive him, so he can only tell the truth.

For a lie to be believable, your lie must be mixed with the truth.

When everyone heard Ron's answer, they didn't ask any more questions after pondering for a moment.

That was indeed the way Bartholomew Bear behaved.

"correct……"

Ron took out a pair of badly damaged metal gloves from the backpack behind him and handed them to Polusalino.

"General Polusalino...the Hailoushi glove was destroyed during the battle, can you please repair it for me from the Science Department?"

Polusalino took it and said with a smile:

"Of course it's okay... But next time you want to use it, just tell me directly... There's no need to break into the research institute..."

Ron's eyelids twitched, and he resisted the urge to beat this guy up.

Really good acting skills... Are you emphasizing this at this time because you want to separate the relationship again?

These gloves are obviously handed to me by you yourself.

"No problem, General Polusalino." Ron said with a half-smile.

Polusalino put away his Hailoushi glove, waved his hands at the others, and turned around to leave.

Sakaski stared at Ron expressionlessly for a while, until the latter's scalp became numb before saying hoarsely:

"Good job."

After speaking, he also turned and left, simply and neatly.

Kuzan also came over and said, "Remember to buy me a drink later."

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The top naval officers left the cemetery one by one, leaving only Ron, Zefa and Sengoku in front of the grave.

"That...Marshal of the Warring States Period, should the announcement about my "death" be retracted?"

Ron looked at Zefa and Zhan Guo who had darkened faces in front of him, his heart beating, and he said cautiously.

Hearing this, Zhan Guo was furious, rolled his eyes and said:

"The old man will naturally deal with it later."

As he spoke, he took out the file and slapped it in Zefa's hand.

"You handle this file yourself! Your good student!"

He cursed angrily and turned around suddenly.

There was a sudden silence in the cemetery.

Zefa stood there expressionless, without saying a word.

Ron "shuddered", afraid that the old man would find any reason to beat him up violently, so he dared not speak.

Terribly quiet.

until a certain moment-

Zefa's low, hoarse voice suddenly came slowly in the wind.

"Brat...it's great that you survived..."

Ron froze for a moment, subconsciously raised his head.

From his vantage point, he could see Zefa's profile.

The sunglasses couldn't cover the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his face couldn't hide his fatigue, and his short purple hair was wet from the rain.

He was smiling from the bottom of his heart, but the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

Let the old man worry...

Ron sighed in his heart, bowed his head and said sincerely:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zefa."

Zefa shook his head disapprovingly, raised his hand and patted Ron on the shoulder, puffed out his chest and laughed boldly.

"Give you a little time, come back to the military academy to find the old man."

He turned around and strode towards the distance.

After the burly figure disappeared in the cemetery, Ron slowly looked away.

He looked at the brand new tomb in front of him.

A name is deeply engraved on the tombstone.

"Charles Ron, the black-armed Zefa, the hero who saved Marin Vandor."

Standing there, Ron exhaled lightly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

"So I attended my own funeral?"

He raised his head and looked up.