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

Obviously you are not a few years older than Kebi, okay, why do you sound like an old man...

"But Lieutenant General Ron..." Kebi wanted to say something guiltily, but was interrupted by Ron's direct wave of his hand.

"Let's leave it at that. If you want to be punished, then I will punish you to be in charge of organizing the next military training of the G5 branch, and this task will be handed over to you."

Kebi's eyes suddenly turned red.

He took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and saluted:

"Yes! Lieutenant General Ron!"

Ron smiled contentedly.

Alder curled his lips and gave Ron a disdainful look - you clearly wanted to be lazy.

Ron ignored his gaze directly.

"By the way, Lieutenant General Ron, when I was patrolling, I found a letter dropped by the seagull, and the addressee on it was you."

Kebi remembered something, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Ron with both hands with respect.

Oh?Ron raised an eyebrow.

He took the envelope, glanced at it, and a strange light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Well, I see, so be it."

He said lightly.

Kirby then saluted again and turned to leave.

After Keby left, Alder glanced at Ron and asked casually:

"This letter...is there nothing wrong?"

Ron smiled lightly,

"It's okay, it's an old friend."

Alder blinked.

He suddenly yawned, stood up and stretched.

"I'm not crazy about you, it's dawn, I have to catch up on sleep."

He cursed with a smile, then put on his cloak and strode out of the office.

Ron watched the office door slowly close, and suddenly smiled.

Alder this guy...

He chuckled and shook his head, then looked at the letter again.

The envelope was written in his name as the recipient.

Above the name is a sentence.

--"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

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Please help, thank you very much.

Chapter 45 Men's Paradise

This sentence... The moment Ron saw it, he realized that this letter came from the Revolutionary Army.

He has never mentioned such a sentence on any other occasion, and only mentioned it once at the dinner party with unique ingredients that day with Drago, but he did not expect that Drago remembered it so clearly.

Ron frowned, lit a cigarette again and fell into thought.

What does the revolutionary army mean by sending someone to send such a letter to itself at this time?

You must know that with the advancement of the city incident and the ferment of the war on the top, Drago must have known... once again, he almost killed his own son.

On top of the overwhelming news and newspaper propaganda after World War I, Ron must have awakened his lost memories for many years at this time, and remembered his own life experience.

In other words, Sabo, the second in command of the Revolutionary Army, knew that he personally executed his brother "Fire Fist" Ace.

Perhaps he did give a lot of "theoretical guidance" to the revolutionary army, but Ron still couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts Sabo would have, and what kind of attitude he had towards himself.

Ron shook his head, suppressed all the complicated thoughts in his heart, picked up the letter opener on the desk, and gently opened the envelope.

No matter what, you can get the answer after reading the letter.

The letter paper inside the envelope is a thin sheet, using the most common paper, but the text on it is messed up, and it doesn't make any sense when you read it.

"Encrypted letter?"

Ron narrowed his eyes and began to recall in his mind the contact information he had talked about when he met Drago last time.

Dorag, who was born in the top ranks of the Navy and also received the best military education in the military academy, is naturally quite familiar with naval intelligence cryptography. information carrier.

According to Dorag's explanation during the last meeting, Ron quickly found a few key words from the messy text.

Pleasure...place...time...tomorrow...

"Want to meet in secret?"

Ron frowned, tapped the table with a cigarette in his hand, and muttered to himself.

Looking at the delicate and slender text above, it doesn't look like Drago's own handwriting.

It's just that I don't know who the object of this meeting will be.

If Ron still stayed in the headquarters, he would most likely reject this meeting.

After all, my identity is the navy, and if someone finds out that I have secretly met with the revolutionary army, I will cause a lot of trouble.

The last time Mr. Zefa reminded himself in the advance city, the secret of his connection with the Revolutionary Army was only known to Karp and Mr. Zefa for the time being.

But this time is different. He is located in the sea area of ​​the New World. The intelligence network of the Navy Headquarters and the World Government is much weaker in the second half of the Great Channel than in the first half of Paradise.

It's not a big risk to meet secretly.

And most importantly,

Now that the G5 is isolated and helpless and cannot rely on the headquarters, perhaps a breakthrough can be found from the revolutionary army.

I have to go...

A strange light flashed in Ron's eyes, and after taking a deep breath of the cigarette, he stubbed out the cigarette butt.

He picked up the military phone bug on his desk and dialed a signal.

Soon the communication was connected, and Alder's lazy and confused voice came from the phone bug.

"What's wrong, I just fell asleep..."

Ron said lightly:

"I'll go out to collect information, and G5 will leave it to you for the time being."

Alder was silent for a moment.

Immediately, the voice came out again, but this time Alder's tone was sober and stern.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Ron then hung up the bug.

Alder has mastered the armed color and knowledge-colored arrogance, coupled with the swordsmanship and devil fruit abilities of the swordsman... His combat power has reached the level of the captain of the Four Emperor Pirates.

Coupled with his experience in the staff department, the G5 branch was temporarily handed over to him, and Ron felt relieved.

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a day later.

A merchant ship slowly sailed into an island in the night.

It was late at night, but the island was brightly lit.

The colorful neon lights cast an ambiguous light on the streets, and many Japanese-style buildings are hung with red lanterns.

It was clearly late at night, but there were people coming and going on the street. The drunken man and the beautiful bartender in kimono cuddled up to each other under the charming lights, giggling from time to time.

Ron handed over a bill of [-] Baileys to the chief mate of the merchant ship, and slowly boarded the land under the latter's flattering eyes.

He was not in military uniform, but a wide black hood slightly concealed his sharp features.

Looking at the prosperous and luxurious island in front of him, Ron could smell the strong smell even if it was hundreds of meters away.

It was the smell of women's perfume mixed with food and wine, enough to make anyone intoxicated.

at the same time,

Ron also saw large and small pirate ships with different skeleton pirate flags docked at the port, as well as an endless stream of caravan ships.

The streets are full of drunken pirates, and dancers and wine girls in naked clothes stand at the door of taverns and clubhouses to attract customers.

Joy and laughter sounded from every corner of this island, and everything in front of me seemed like a paradise on earth.

This is a man's paradise!

The largest red light district in the New World Ocean, Happy Street!

"Who did the revolutionary army think of me! They even arranged a secret meeting place here!"

Ron said with some indignation in his heart.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, subconsciously raised his hand and pulled the hood, covering his face more tightly.

If a naval hero like himself who upholds justice and is well-known in the sea is seen appearing in a place like Happy Street...the consequences will be unimaginable!

This is the top social death, bar none.

Thinking of the horrible consequences, Ron couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart.