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

"That bastard Ald... is really ruthless..."

"Who do I owe..."

"Who owes..."

"Don't you just want to say that I owe justice?"

Pompey growled in a low voice.

But somehow,

His body moved.

It seems to have found the last hope in life,

It also seems to have seen the final redemption of life,

He raised his hand and took off the military uniform.

The transparent plastic protective bag was torn open.

The weird thing is,

The moment I touched that uniform,

Pompey's body no longer trembled,

His tears stopped flowing.

He faced the gray mirror,

Tore up the tattered clothes on his body, and then silently put on the military uniform that he hadn't worn for many years.

The buttons were buttoned one after another. Pompeii, who had only one arm, seemed extremely difficult.

His demeanor is meticulous and serious.

At last,

With one hand, he raised the cloak of justice, which represented the authority of the colonel in the headquarters, and put it on behind his back.

very heavy.

But Pompeii felt strangely relieved inside.

He raised his head slowly and fixed his eyes on the strange man in military uniform in the mirror.

Where the arm was broken, the sleeves were empty.

He smoked the cigarette in one gulp, then snuffed out the butt.

Smoke enveloped his face, covering his bloodshot eyes.

"Ok."

"Naval hero, you have won."

he whispered.

But he laughed wantonly.

"I really don't know what justice is."

"But it doesn't matter..."

"I owe you my life."

"Since you believe in the so-called justice, then so be it..."

"I will bet this worthless life on your justice!"

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Thank you for everything, thank you.

Chapter 94 G5, Assembly

The moon gradually disappeared in the clouds of the night sky.

The stars are also annihilated.

The world is chillingly dark.

The door to the base chief's office was pushed open.

Ron walked out of the office with a tired expression and came to the towering city wall.

He held a bottle of wine in his hand.

Ron sat cross-legged on the city wall that seemed to be collapsing at any moment, looking down at the pirate fleet in the distance, unscrewed the wine cork with a bang, and took a sip with his head raised.

The warmth of the spirits slightly dispelled the coldness of his body and lifted his spirits.

"The most domineering wine, you can't drink it alone."

A hoarse and strange voice suddenly sounded behind him, the voice was like that of a drake.

Ron was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look.

I saw Morgans with a pair of white wings, and the war reporter Nightingale, who did not know when they had come behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"What a rarity, Mr. Morgans, Miss Nightingale."

Ron was not too surprised, nodded politely to Morgans and Nightingale, and smiled.

Nightingale gave a soft "hmm" with a shy face:

"Mr. Ron."

Seeing his niece's appearance, Morgans covered his face with wings and rolled his eyes.

"Want to have a drink with me? But I don't have any extra glasses here."

Ron smiled, and threw the bottle to Morgans.

This bottle of wine was a practice gift given to him by Kuzan when he led the team to New World G5 to take office.

But now it seems that even Ron himself doesn't know whether he has a chance to drink with Kuzan.

Morgans took the bottle easily, without the slightest hesitation or restraint. He raised his head and poured a mouthful of spirits into the big bird's beak, and then made a sound of enjoyment:

"Have fun! This is the wine that men should drink!"

He immediately glared at Nightingale, who was staring at him eagerly, and said viciously:

"Little Nightingale, you are a child, you can't drink alcohol!"

Nightingale immediately puffed up her cheeks angrily, but said nothing.

Morgans took two steps forward, and sat gracefully on the wall beside Ron, regardless of the dirt and dust on the expensive tuxedo he was wearing.

Nightingale stood obediently behind the two of them, looking at the Vice Admiral's back with burning eyes.

Morgans handed the bottle to Ron again, and said with a smile:

"It can be seen that you don't have much confidence..."

Ron took a sip of wine, smiled freely, and said frankly:

"This is the joint venture of the two pirate groups of the Four Emperors. Even if Marshal Warring States led the troops himself, it would probably be a headache."

Morgans took the wine from Ron again, took two gulps, shook his head and said:

"You've done a great job."

As if it was because of the intoxication of the strong wine, his dark yellow bird pupils were full of emotion.

"I've traveled across the sea for so many years in my life, and I've never seen a man like you."

"With hundreds of troops in this area, we have been fighting against the tens of thousands of the Allied Forces of the Four Emperors for so long, and even beheaded Kaido's deputy, Flame Calamity Jhin two-on-one... Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

"You guy, if you were born in the era of Lockes and Roger, maybe there would never be a big pirate era in this sea... All crimes will be suppressed by you, and you will be used to the name of glory , will be handed down in history forever.”

"...have you done well?" Ron murmured.

He lit a cigarette.

The red glow lit up in the dark night sky, flickering constantly, and the white smoke lingered and rose.

He quietly stared at the pirate fleet in the distance, and whispered:

"……not enough."

Morgans was silent.

The two of them didn't stop talking for a while.

So a strange picture appeared on the city wall.

Charles Ron, the naval hero, and Morgans, the dark emperor of the underground world in the New World, these two guys who should stand on opposite sides, are like old friends who have known each other for many years. You and I drink the same bottle of wine one by one.

The moon turns and the stars move.

Even the most domineering wine will eventually be drunk one day.

The wine bottle was empty.

Morgans hiccupped, stood up from the ground, and stretched greatly.

"gone?"

Ron didn't look up.

Morgans laughed:

"Yeah, it's time to go."

"Thinking that this may be the last chance to see you, I have to come here."

Ron was silent, and suddenly said: