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

"no problem."

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Outside the base chief's office.

It was snowing all over the sky.

Alder walked on the snow-covered ground, a smug smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Finally...it was installed by me!

He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and he almost stepped on the wrong pit and fell to the ground.

The next moment, he seemed to be aware of it, quickly adjusted his balance, and stood up straight.

Beneath the thick fortress walls,

A figure stood there leaning against the city wall, biting a lit cigarette.

A black shadow suddenly flew over, Alder raised his hand to catch it, and when he looked down, he found that it was a pack of cigarettes.

"Don't smoke, this is my last pack."

Pompeii, who was leaning against the wall, said hoarsely.

"How will you be here?"

Alder asked with a vigilant expression, subconsciously holding down the saber at his waist with one hand.

"What did you hear?"

It's best not to let this guy know about "Son of the Devil" Nicole Robin, after all, his hatred of the navy is obvious to all.

If he was allowed to leak the relationship between Ron and Nicole Robin, it would cause huge waves within the navy!

Pompey glanced at Alder's saber and smiled mockingly:

"Don't panic, I'm just a scum and trash, I'm not qualified to criticize others."

"As for why I appear here, the reason is very simple..."

"When you stay in a place like G5 for a long time, your perception of murderous intent will be so sharp that it will give you a headache."

Alder narrowed his eyes.

Was it the murderous aura that Ron inadvertently emitted just now that attracted this guy?

Pompeii ignored Alder's strangeness, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and lowered his head quietly.

He took off his gloves.

The severed hand has been restored to its entirety, and under the glove are wriggling white salt grains, forming the shape of a hand.

Alder said coldly:

"Looks like you're recovering well."

Pompey moved his hands,

"Fortunately."

"This devil fruit is what Mr. Zefa asked for back from Steel Bone Kong after Ron defeated the Golden Lion. In addition to the salt salt fruit, there are two other ones. My mantis fruit is the other one. One." Alder said.

"I see……"

Pompey murmured softly,

"The reward he got for taking the risk of death to kill the legendary big pirate Golden Lion should have been used by him, or used to cultivate his confidants."

He looked up at Alder, and said slowly:

"So, you're right, I really don't deserve this devil fruit."

Alder snorted coldly.

Pompeii turned his gaze to the direction of the base chief's office.

Through the blurred glass window, one can vaguely see a tall figure sitting at the desk, busy with something.

"Has he ever been like this before?"

Pompey suddenly asked.

Alder was taken aback,

"What do you mean?"

Pompey's eyes were extremely calm:

"Charles Ron, has he always been so willing to believe in others, and even save others?"

Alder was silent, then nodded immediately.

"Yes, he is as stupid as Mr. Zefa."

As if remembering something, a smile appeared on Alder's face.

"Even if I'm just a scum?"

Pompey asked again, wondering if it was an illusion, his eyes were a little dazed.

Alder took a deep look at him, and suddenly sighed:

"That hopeless idiot may seem to the pirates to be a guy who likes to kill by mistake and is as scary as a devil, but don't forget, in the final analysis...he is Mr. Zefa's student."

"Only by always believing in the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature can we carry out the belief of 'not killing' in a long life."

"Ron may not be as great as Mr. Zefa, but I can tell you..."

"Whether it's scum or rubbish, for that idiot, as long as you are on the battlefield, you and everyone in G5 have only one identity."

"—comrades."

"And he will always trust his comrades."

"That's all."

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I don't know how long it took, Alder has left.

Pompey still stood there quietly.

The smoke in the mouth has been burned dry and extinguished.

His hair and shoulders were already covered with a thick layer of snow.

a moment,

"Comrades... are you..."

He murmured hoarsely.

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Chapter 63

The night is deep, like a grave where the world is buried.

Dim stars rose into the dark night, and the starry sky gradually trembled.

Office of the base chief.

Ron stood in front of a huge blackboard, holding a pen in his hand and constantly writing and drawing on the blackboard.

The blackboard is covered with dense nautical charts, geographic maps of the G5 branch, and various information on the main combat strength of the BIG MOM Pirates and the Beasts Pirates, interlaced with each other.

The text written by Ron is filled around the information, and the traces of "Tactical A", "Tactical B" and so on can be vaguely seen.

As time goes by minute by minute,

The wicks of the oil lamps had been replaced several times, and the pack of cigarettes that Alder had left was exhausted.

On the vice admiral's tired expression that could not be concealed, his eyebrows were tightened more and more, and his eyes were becoming more and more cloudy.

"no……"

"Or not……"

"The loss cannot be measured..."

"It's impossible to keep..."

The vice admiral murmured hoarsely from time to time, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley.

until a certain moment,

An unprecedented bitterness emerged from the corner of Ron's mouth.

He put down the pen in his hand in a daze, and lit the last cigarette in the cigarette case.

There is no way.

Even if he tried all means and racked his brains, he couldn't think of any way to keep G5.

This is not a top war.

The G5 branch only has a force of 300 people, and what they have to face is the army of the two major pirate groups of the New World.

According to Ron's own calculations, the total strength of the BIG MOM Pirates and the Beasts Pirates this time definitely exceeds [-].

It's impossible for them to come out in full force like the Whitebeard Pirates did in the war on the top, but it's enough to make people feel desperate.

Three hundred to ten thousand.

Even if each of G5's navy is the strongest elite in the navy, facing this mighty army of pirates, it is impossible to accomplish this miracle.

As for the headquarters, Ron didn't know the specific situation.