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

Zefa interrupted him with a wave of his hand, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Karp... what do you think the old man should do?"

Garp calmly looked at Zefa, who was ashamed and looking downcast, and said seriously unexpectedly:

"That brat is lucky to have a teacher like you."

Zefa smiled,

"I thought you'd hate him."

Karp's eyes darkened, but he shook his head disapprovingly and said:

"What right does this old man have to hate him?"

"He just did what a navy should do. The old man's tragedy was caused by the old man alone."

Zefa froze for a moment, then fell silent.

It is true that in front of Garp, he is not qualified to feel sorry for himself.

He took a few puffs of the cigar vigorously, exhaled the smoke, and stood up with the support of the huge mechanical arm.

His body was shaking so badly that Garp next to him had to reach out and hold him.

The night sky is sad, the sky is like a black curtain, and the stars are gradually trembling on the curtain.

"I am fine."

Zefa said something, then turned around and staggered towards his office.

Garp looked at the back of Zefa dragging the robotic arm away without saying a word, his eyes were extremely complicated.

……

Back in his office, Zefa sat there quietly.

He didn't light the lamp.

Only the cold moonlight poured in from the window, pouring on his slightly hunched body.

Heavy drowsiness surged like mountains and seas, but he didn't dare to fall asleep.

Zefa stood up slowly, trying to make himself a cup of coffee.

He came to the coffee machine, poured some coffee beans into it, and pressed the start button.

This coffee machine looks very old and has been used for many years. It was given to me by the old man Kong when I first came to the military academy as the chief instructor, saying that it would make me drink less alcohol and drink coffee to be healthier.

The coffee machine does not start.

Zefa frowned, raised his hand and patted the machine.

This machine has been used for a long time, and there are many small problems.

But often it can be used again after a hard pat.

Before Gion said several times to replace it with a new one, Zefa refused.

He is a very nostalgic person.

He has used the photo frame on his desk for decades;

The cloak of justice that he wore on his body had been worn for decades, and it turned pale from washing, but it was still clean.

The coffee machine is still unresponsive.

There was an unknown fire in Zefa's heart, and he slapped it hard again.

Click!

The coffee machine just fell apart.

The coffee powder scattered all over the ground and stained the snow-white cloak.

Zefa was stunned.

He stared blankly at everything messy in front of him, and suddenly coughed heavily.

Cough cough cough...

He subconsciously covered his mouth.

There was a burst of warmth in the palm of his hand. He looked down and saw a deep red blood in the palm of his hand.

Zefa's eyes froze for a moment.

The coffee machine was so old it didn't work.

and myself,

Also old.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more and more intense, and he lowered his eyelids, staring blankly at the blood on his palms.

The world is eerily quiet.

"They're all old."

he laughed.

He picked up a towel, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up.

He no longer cares about the mess all over the place.

He just lit a cigar again, bit into his mouth, and put on his sunglasses.

He strode out the door.

sad night wind,

The darkness before dawn was terrifyingly terrifying.

The wind blew the wide cloak behind the purple-haired old man, and he set out on the road alone.

In the light and dark flickering of cigar sparks,

Reflecting his resolute profile.

He knew where his destination was.

----

very far.

Garp stood in the night with his arms folded, watching the purple-haired figure gradually being swallowed up by the night, and fell silent on the spot.

After a long time,

He just let out a long sigh.

"Old man, you are actually very lucky."

His hoarse voice died in the wind.

There was a sentence he had no chance to say, and couldn't say it.

He really envied Zefa.

Garp smiled, then turned around, and also walked in the direction of the military port.

After a while,

Garp boarded his dog-headed ship.

A group of naval soldiers on the deck had already stood there quietly waiting.

"lets go."

Garp said with a serious expression.

"Yes, Lieutenant General Garp!"

A group of naval soldiers solemnly raised their hands in salute.

The warship quickly set sail and set sail for the sea.

Garp stepped onto the bow, looking grimly at the sea swallowed by the night in the distance.

The sea breeze is very cold and cold, as if it can penetrate into the bone marrow.

"Zefa... If this old man has your courage, it would be great..."

Garp said in a low voice, lowered his head, raised his hand and put on his dog-head military cap tightly.

But under the military cap, two lines of hot tears could not stop flowing down.

The warship quickly merged into the darkness, never to be seen again.

Only Karp's hoarse voice echoed in the endless sea:

"This old man can't save his grandson, but he should be able to save an excellent navy..."

"Bullshit world government!"

……

The so-called era of great pirates is a dark, chaotic and upside-down era.

In this era, everything in the world seems to be subverted.

Under the high power, the world should have been silent and waited.

The world should have had no choice.

however,

Not everyone is just willing to wait, and not everyone can only be silent.

In this dark night,

Since someone raised the torch,

Naturally, there will be people under the guidance of that light,

With explosives in his arms, he rushed towards the towering city wall without thinking about himself...

Shattered to pieces.