From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

What's more, by then, maybe there won't be any need for impression points?

These were not things she should be considering right now, and Stussy was feeling a little anxious.

The most urgent task is to seize control of the peripheral organization set up by the CP agency, Happy Street.

Once she took control of Happy Street, she would hold great power. Internally, she would be in a high position, and externally, she would be the leader.

At least she knows how to advance and retreat in moderation. No matter how the situation changes, she can deal with it calmly.

After informing Stussy about the matter of Dorag, Diarmait didn't dwell on it any more.

He smiled and said to the Den Den Mushi, "I originally wanted to chat with you for a while and then get to the point, but I didn't expect that these casual talks would be more important than my business." "Hehehe, Lord Diarmait, what's your business? Is it about G-7? Do you need my help?" Stussy asked with a smile.

"That's not the case. To be honest, the affairs of G-7 are classified as top secret in the Navy." Diarmuid said with a smile.

Stusi was stunned for a moment. Did something happen here?

Why is it classified as Level 1? It's just a naval base.

But she didn't ask any more questions. Since Diarmait didn't say anything, it meant that this matter had nothing to do with her or her interests.

Then there is no need to ask.

Just like Diarmait never inquires about the secrets of CP that have nothing to do with him.

There is still some tacit understanding between the two sides to this extent.

"Oh? Then what do you want me to help you with, sir?" Stussy asked with another smile.

"Two things. The first is official business. See if there's any news on Douglas Barrett. If so, please inform our navy. We're ready to take care of that lunatic," Diarmait said. These were minor matters, and Stussy immediately replied, "No problem. If we have any intelligence, I'll pass it on to you, Lord Diarmait." "Thank you, Lord Stussy," Diarmait said with a smile.

After a brief pause, Diarmait continued, "The second thing is, my sword master, Zeng Mihutetsu, was cut down by Charlotte Lingling not long ago. Now he has no sword... You guys are quite unorthodox. If anyone wants to use a famous sword, please let me know. I'm still quite wealthy now, hahahahaha..."

I, Diarmuid, am a Vice Admiral of the Marine Headquarters and a candidate for Admiral, which is one of the Navy's top combat forces.

My knife is broken, so it's reasonable for me to apply for internal allowance to buy a new one, right?

Isn't this the normal process for navy equipment replacement? It's just that my replacement is a bit expensive.

What's more, I'm the base commander of G-7, so I can arrange this kind of thing myself.

Isn't that quite wealthy?

It even fits the process perfectly!

"Haha, okay, please rest assured, Lord Diarmait, I, Stussy, will definitely help you find a good knife." Stussy responded with a smile.

“Thank you very much.” Diarmait nodded.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Diarmait and Stussy had nothing more to say. They gave each other some advice and hung up the Den Den Mushi.

At the same time, Diarmait's warships slowly docked in the port.

Gion and Doberman, along with a team of naval soldiers, were waiting for him at the port.

As soon as Diarmait came down, he saw the two guys and a trance flashed in his eyes.

"Lieutenant General?" Doberman looked at Diarmait's dazed expression with some surprise, then asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking, life is like rowing against the current, if you don't move forward, you will move backward. Recently, because of the great achievements of Roger and Ski, I have become a little arrogant, thinking that everything in the world is under my control. Now look, I am really ignorant and inflated." Diarmait reached out and patted Doberman on the shoulder.

Dauberman was a little confused. What was Lord Diarmait sighing about?

"Do you think I am qualified to be the admiral of the navy?" Diarmait suddenly asked.

Doberman reacted very quickly this time, standing at attention and saluting. "In my opinion, it's the right thing to do. If even capturing the Pirate King and arresting the Golden Lion doesn't earn you the rank of Admiral, then how can we, the Navy, ever win the respect of the people?"

Gion on the side also looked at Diarmait in surprise, wondering why this guy suddenly went crazy today?

Listening to Dauberman's words, Diarmait nodded, then looked at Gion and said, "Gion, what do you think?"

Gion shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate now, but wait until the G-7 results come out and your strength improves. Then, as Dauberman said, if you don't take the position of admiral, the navy will find it difficult to convince the people."

"Yes, let's wait until the results of the G-7 come out." Diarmuid nodded in agreement again.

Gion's words are more fair. Dauberman is obviously his die-hard fan...

This is good. It will take some time for G-7 to achieve real results. During this period, he has made up his mind to give it the final push to reach the top level!

Wait until he has achieved success in G-7 and reached the required level of strength.

This naval admiral no longer intends to lie in wait.

He wants to fight for it!

Even if it is the World Government, even if it is the Five Elders, we must fight them hard!

Without discussing these topics any further, Diarmait walked towards the base, with Gion and Doberman following him.

"How has everything been going while I've been away? What's the progress in all aspects?" Diarmait asked.

Dauberman responded directly, "Everything is going smoothly here. We've executed about three hundred prisoners, but they've all been replaced from Impelton. The prisoner count remains at four thousand. The fortification project is nearing completion. Next, it's time to start building the military town."

After a brief pause, Doberman said, "Unlike expanding the base, the entire military town construction plan will encompass the remaining two-thirds of the island. And with no existing infrastructure, we have to start from scratch. With only four thousand prisoners, I'm afraid... the labor force is insufficient."

Diarmait nodded, but did not answer anything. Instead, he looked towards Gion.

Gion then added, "Regarding the recruitment, it has been handled. Currently, the entire G-7 organization, including logistics and miscellaneous personnel, has a total of people."

Hearing this, Diarmait grinned and said, "Alright, the staffing is sufficient. I've already equipped us with warships, artillery, and everything else. For the time being, Doberman will oversee the construction of the military town, and Gion will be responsible for training the new recruits. As for Impelton, we will first recruit 11,000 prisoners to create 15,000 laborers to build the military town. Once the new recruits are sufficiently combat-ready and have fought a few more battles, we can continue to recruit Impelton prisoners. We must ensure that after the military town is built, we have 30,000 available laborers to develop the Calm Belt!"

"Yes!" Gion and Doberman responded together.

Diarmuid nodded again, then looked at Doberman and said, "If we follow the same process, when do you think the new military town will be completed?"

Diarmait had no experience in this area, but Doberman had supervised the expansion and fortification of the base, so he could be considered an "expert" to some extent.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "The construction of a military town must be large and spacious. We can't build everything for the people who will migrate here later. We only need to complete the basic construction. So, although the area is large, it is not a particularly large project. If we can find enough labor, and work day and night according to the process just mentioned, it will take about a year."

"Okay, then let's work day and night!" Diarmait said without hesitation.

He didn't even consider those Impelton prisoners as human beings. All he wanted now was to achieve results and compete with the World Government for the position of General!

These prisoners, as long as they can't be killed, they will be beaten to death!

Doesn't it feel a bit like one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers?

Dauberman was originally a cruel and ruthless person, but now he considered himself as Diarmait's direct descendant, and Diarmait treated him the same way. He had already wanted to die for Diarmait.

He was not at all polite when using those prisoners from Impelton.

If Lieutenant General Diarmait is promoted to general soon, won’t Doberman be promoted with him?

The Admiral candidate didn't think much of it, believing he didn't have the potential. He felt that taking the position would only cause trouble for Vice Admiral Diarmait. However, he still had ambitions for the position of Vice Admiral of the Marine Headquarters. So, when Diarmait's inhumane order came out, Doberman immediately responded, "Yes, I will ensure the mission is accomplished!"

After arranging matters with Doberman, Diarmuid looked at Gion and said, "We have over 400 billion Berries staked on our hands. You should be aware of this."

"Of course, you want flowers?" Gion asked with a smile.

"No, I just want to tell you that we G-7 are not short of money now, and I will find ways to make more money in the future. The tide of the Great Pirate Era has already swept here. Not long ago, Kuzan failed to capture Crocodile, and judging from Crocodile's whereabouts at that time, he is not too far away from our sea area. Even if he is faster than those newcomers, he is not much faster. The pirates swarming in will soon..." Having said that, Diarmait raised his hand and pointed to the sea in the distance, and then continued: "Fill up the sea there. As navy, we should protect the safety of the sea area under our jurisdiction. When the time comes, we must fight well and turn these recruits into veterans in the shortest time. Then we can select the best ones and focus on training them!"

Gion understood Diarmait's words. The tide of the Great Pirate Era was estimated to be about to reach G-7. Although G-7 had sufficient troops now, most of them were new recruits. Logically, they should play it safe.

But Diarmait was a ruthless guy. With the amount of money he had, he was clearly telling Gion that he had to use iron and blood to forge a strong army for G-7.

Let her take new recruits to fight, there is plenty of money to recruit soldiers to make up for the losses!

Although Gion is not as cruel as Diarmait, he also knows that no one can escape the tide of the times. This is the fate of everyone in the entire era. Iron and blood will be the melody of the times.

So she nodded and said, "Yes, I understand."

But after a brief pause, she smiled again and said, "Speaking of good seedlings, I really found a good one this time. He also actively participated in the conscription..."

"Oh? Really? Who?" Diarmait asked with a smile.

"Come to think of it, it seems that he is from the North Sea just like you, and his name is Vergo." Gion said with a grin.

Diarmait???

Who?

(Please give me flowers and monthly votes!).

Chapter 114 Diarmuid: Vergo, it’s hard for me to help you with this little money.

In the southern Calm Belt, on the edge of an island, two huge warships are anchored near the island.

On the island, a group of navy and geological exploration experts were gathered in front of a small hill, discussing something.

In front of Diarmait was a cave that had been excavated and explored, with several piles of earth piled on the side.

He reached out and pulled out a piece of dark ore from the pile of dirt. He squeezed it and asked a man dressed like a scholar beside him, "Is this iron ore?"

The man said excitedly, "Yes, Lieutenant General, after our exploration and data analysis, we found that this island has an extremely high iron ore content and is easy to mine. There are even many open-pit mines..."

Diarmait nodded, then threw the iron ore in his hand onto a pile of dirt beside him and murmured softly, "Another iron ore..."

It is now the year 1502 in the Haiyuan calendar. During the nearly two years of exploration in the doldrums, three islands with good iron ore content have been discovered. This is the fourth one.

To be honest, Diarmait was quite excited at first, but now, he feels a little bored.

Why the hell is it iron ore again!?

“It would be great if it were a gold mine…” Diarmait complained.

As soon as he finished speaking, the geologists around him all looked a little embarrassed.

Are you kidding? If gold mines were really so easy to find, then gold and other things would have depreciated long ago.

Gold is expensive because gold mines are rare!

Seeing their expressions, Diarmait smiled, patted their shoulders and said, "Keep working hard."

He also knew that he couldn't blame these people for this kind of thing, as it was all a matter of luck.

At headquarters, everyone was very happy that he had found the iron ore island. After all, the demand for iron ore was huge for casting cannons and making guns.

In fact, Diarmait had just learned some of the secrets.

That is the armament manufacturing of the Navy Headquarters, and the output has always been not very good.

Warships are basically outsourced to the Seven Water Cities. Diarmuid has heard about this.

But what he didn't expect was that the navy only produced a small part of the artillery, fortress guns, guns and ammunition. Most of them were allocated by the World Government. And the World Government was even more exaggerated. Due to serious corruption, although it had mature manufacturing technology and the technology was quite high-end, they just didn't make it!

Well, I have to go out and buy it, buy it from the black market. If you calculate carefully, it is much more cost-effective than making it myself, and I can also make a profit from it...