From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

Stussy wasn't worried about this. Instead, he said, "Yes, yes, the CP agency and the Navy Headquarters are very close. That's why we, as joint members of both parties, should cooperate well. When there's something good going on, we shouldn't forget each other, right?"

What is the relationship between the Marine Headquarters and the CP Agency? Don’t you, Diarmait, have any idea about it?

If it's so good, why do you always poach people?

As the warships anchored in the harbor drew closer, Diarmait stopped laughing and said in a deep voice, "Lord Stussy, please give me some confidence. How can I just give you such a great achievement without any evidence?"

Seeing this, Stussy fell silent for a moment. After a brief moment of reflection, he made up his mind. After checking to see if anyone was around, he whispered, "CP-0 is planning to establish a new organization within the Dark World, primarily to gather intelligence, and I intend to get involved in this soon... This information is top secret, so I'm telling you, Lieutenant General, right now. At the same time, I have a personal promise to you: if I truly become the person in charge of this project... I can use this power for your benefit, as long as my interests are protected..."

Diarmait was shocked. As expected, this was the beginning of the establishment of Happy Street.

To be honest, if General Warring States and the Chief of Staff had accepted his proposal more than two years ago and established a similar structure in advance, CP-0 probably wouldn't have been involved. But now it's different.

The Navy's plan was half-dead. The lack of an organization couldn't mean it was useless, but it was definitely not as useful as Diarmait imagined.

Now the CP has found a new idea and started to work on it. It probably won't take too long. With their professional methods, they can definitely make this happen in the dark world and squeeze out the Navy's "business space"...

If Stussy had said something else, Diarmuid might have suspected that this guy was fooling him.

But mentioning this is indeed enough to prove her sincerity.

Thinking of this, Diarmait nodded and said, "I hope you, Lord Stussy, will remember that no one likes betrayal."

Stussy grinned, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Diarmait was warning her that this news from her mouth to Diarmait's ears was tantamount to a handle, and also proof that she had damaged the interests of the CP agency to a certain extent.

If we look at it from a small perspective, this can be considered as communication between sister organizations, but if we look at it from a big perspective, it is not impossible to say that she is betraying the CP organization.

On the other hand, Diarmait was also making his stance clear. He didn't like being betrayed either. If Stussy dared to play double-dealing, he would be furious. ... It's not impossible to find an opportunity to do it. Without waiting for Stussy to speak out, Diarmait smiled and said, "Happy cooperation." "This is a secret between us, right?" Stussy asked again.

"Of course, you don't want me to involve the navy too much. At the same time, I don't want to involve the CP agency too much. It's enough to limit it to the two of us..." Diarmait nodded.

Now, Stussy was finally relieved.

I’m afraid the navy is planning something, but since Diarmait is the only one here, it’s a private matter.

Feeling relieved, Stussy took Diarmait's arm again and said, "Now, can you tell me about your greatest achievement in the past twenty years?" "Haha, you guessed right just now. It's Roger's whereabouts. I have already found it." Diarmait said with a smile.

Stussy was shocked. It was true!

Finally, I made the right bet. This news alone is worth it!

Chapter 69: Diarmuid: I have no kinship with evil! (Update )

In a certain area of ​​the South China Sea, Diarmuid's warships were sailing in this area.

The sun had just risen shortly above the sea level in the distance.

The matter concerning the Kingdom of Solbe had come to an end, and Diarmait did not bother to ask what would happen to Bartholomew Bear in the future.

After all, he came to the South China Sea this time ostensibly to carry out a political mission and cooperate with the CP agency to arrange the affairs of the Solbe Kingdom.

But in fact, his focus has always been on Roger.

However, no one has known about this matter until now. Even Stussy only found out about it not long ago.

Brigadier General Dauberman walked into the cabin with a document in his hand.

When they were about to reach Diarmait's cabin, the door opened first.

Then, Dauberman saw the CP-0 woman walking out of the house.

It's not like he's a novice, so Doberman naturally knows that during the sea voyage these days, this woman would go to Vice Admiral Diarmait's place to spend the night and would not come out until the morning.

What happened here? Do I need to think about it anymore?

Looking at her satisfied look, you can tell that she must have gone there to exchange friendships.

Doberman had nothing to say about this. After all, the mission was completed and Lieutenant General Diarmuid was on vacation, so it didn't violate military discipline.

Stussy also noticed Doberman, nodded at him, and walked over with confidence.

She didn't care what these navy men thought. Indeed, her beauty was her weapon. Otherwise, why would she maintain herself so well?

Diarmait was a man worth betting on, although Stussy knew very well that such a man would not be bothered by beauty, and with her own identity, it was absolutely impossible for her to become Diarmait's wife.

But it doesn't matter for 12. Being able to communicate with each other and deepen the "feelings" between each other is also very cost-effective.

A secret ally requires some degree of trust.

After knocking on the door and hearing Diarmait's response from inside, Doberman opened the door and walked in.

"Lieutenant General." Dauberman called out.

After a while, Diarmuid came out of the bathroom in the house. He was shirtless, wearing black overalls and high-top combat boots. His hair was wet and he was wiping it with a towel.

Even though Doberman was a man, he had to admit that Lieutenant General Diarmait was very handsome. He was not the kind of delicate and pretty handsome, but the kind of handsome with a military temperament, resolute and brave, but also tough and handsome.

In Diarmait's previous life, he could be said to be the type of Zhao Yun or Ma Chao, who was capable of fighting with both martial arts and good looks.

Coupled with Diarmait's tight and firm but not exaggerated figure, he is indeed very attractive. No wonder the woman from the CP agency recommended herself to the table...

Thinking of this, Doberman reached out and touched the scar on his face. If it weren't for the injury on his face, Doberman would have been a famous handsome young man in the surrounding villages.

"Doberman? What's the matter?" Diarmait asked while wiping his hair.

Without waiting for Doberman to speak, he pointed to the tea on the table and said, "Don't be polite, just sit down and pour your own tea." Doberman felt warm in his heart. When he first came, he was not very familiar with Lieutenant General Diarmait.

But he also knew that most rising stars in the navy like Vice Admiral Diarmuid were very arrogant.

But after arriving on the warship and becoming his assistant officer, Doberman slowly discovered that Vice Admiral Diarmait had a good character and was not arrogant at all. He was also very friendly to his subordinates.

He also had great respect for this small naval commodore and would usually discuss with him before doing anything.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, the feeling of being valued is always right.

"Thank you, Lieutenant General." Doberman said with a smile.

"Don't keep calling me Lieutenant General, Lieutenant General. When not on a mission, just call me Diarmait." Diarmait waved his hand. Without further ado, he said, "Get me a glass of water, too." "Yes, Lieutenant General," Doberman replied.

He did not change his words because of this. Seeing this, Diarmait said nothing.

In Dauberman's opinion, it's okay for your superiors to be nice to you and respect you, but you can't let yourself go because of that.

You should call him "sir" when you should, and a lieutenant general is a lieutenant general, you can't call him that casually.

First he poured a cup of tea for Diarmait, and then Doberman poured himself a cup. Without any hesitation, he sat on the sofa and watched Diarmait take out a pure white short-sleeved shirt and put it on, covering up his good figure.

“What’s wrong?” Diarmait asked again.

"Over at headquarters, General Sengoku asked when we will return to Marineford." Doberman said, waving the document in his hand.

"Is there anything Marineford needs us for?" Diarmait asked, sitting down on the sofa and taking a sip from his teacup.

"Not yet. The sea has been relatively peaceful recently, and the New World is the same as before, but there is no need for us to intervene." Doberman shook his head.

"Really? Then tell General Zhan Guo that we will be back later." Diarmuid nodded.

Dauberman had no objection. After all, Diarmait was the boss and it was not his turn to make the decision.

"Yes, Lieutenant General," Doberman replied.

After a slight pause, he smiled again and said, "Could it be that the Vice Admiral wants to have a more intimate relationship with the woman from CP-0?" Diarmait was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I didn't expect that you, Doberman, would make such a joke, hahahaha." When Doberman said this, he actually felt a little guilty. After all, if the relationship was not right, it would always be embarrassing to talk about such topics.

But seeing Lieutenant General Diarmait's reaction, he felt relieved. It seemed that the Lieutenant General really regarded him as his confidant and one of his own. He must not let the Lieutenant General down.

It was this sentence that slightly opened up the situation, allowing Dauberman to no longer strictly adhere to the role of a subordinate, and to feel somewhat like a friend.

"We are all men. Apart from anything else, that woman's appearance and figure are really good." Dauberman said with a smile.

"That's right. Stussy, apart from anything else, does have a very nice appearance and figure." Diarmait nodded, then added in his mind, "She's also very relaxed and has good technique..."

Without further ado, Diarmuid shook his head at Doberman and said, "But I'm not someone who indulges in beauty. Don't underestimate this woman named Stussy. She's a formidable figure, not just a pretty face. I have other matters to confirm this time."

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Dauberman responded quickly.

He also knew that he had to be careful with his words and not make jokes like this all the time.

What if the Lieutenant General develops feelings for that woman? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for me?

However, he still asked curiously: "Then Lieutenant General, what do we want to confirm now?"

Diarmuid put down the teacup in his hand, took out a box of cigars from the drawer, tossed one to Doberman and said, "I got this from Mr. Zefa. It's a special supply for the generals. We little guys aren't qualified to receive it. Come and have a taste."

Dauberman smiled and reached for the cigar.

Teacher Zefa suffers from asthma. Although it is not serious now, he definitely cannot do these things. It is not good for his health. Diarmuid takes on the responsibility. Every time he visits the teacher's house, not only does he not bring gifts, but he takes these things back...

After lighting a cigar and exhaling a puff of smoke, Diarmait said softly, "Based on the intelligence I have, combined with CP-0's Stussy, I have reason to suspect that the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, who disappeared at sea two years ago, is hiding in the South China Sea. Currently, I suspect he's hiding on Batlila Island."

Brigadier General Doberman, who had just taken a puff of a 'General-grade' cigar, hadn't even tasted it when he was nearly choked to death by Diarmait's words.

He coughed violently for a long time and drank several sips of tea before he finally calmed down.

After recovering from his shock, he suddenly asked, "Lieutenant General Diarmait, is this true?"

"Whether it's true or not, I can't confirm it yet. I don't have accurate information. But this kind of news has always been a case of killing without mercy. Now that I'm here, of course I have to go and take a look." Diarmuid said with a smile.

"If that's the case, then we should notify headquarters and seek support and assistance, right? After all, he's the Pirate King? With our strength..." Doberman said in a deep voice.

As an assistant officer, one naturally has to be brave enough to speak out and make suggestions.

In his opinion, isn't this a bit too frivolous of a move by Vice Admiral Diarmuid?

Diarmait smiled and waved his hand. "Doberman, you should know that I just resigned from the Intelligence Staff not long ago, right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Doberman nodded, but was a little confused. What does this matter?

"Then you probably don't know how many sightings and reports of Roger appearing in certain places the Intelligence Department receives every month... There are about fifteen of them. In other words, every two days, there will be reports of Roger appearing in certain waters or on certain islands. If we all take it seriously and go all out... In the past two years, our navy has not had to do anything but run around the world following these random reports." Diarmait said with a smile.

Dauberman slowly came back to his senses after hearing this, and smiled, "Then I was making a fuss..."

He had already understood that there was too much messy news about Roger, and a Roger would appear everywhere at any time.

Lieutenant General Diarmait probably didn't take it seriously this time. He just happened to be there, so he decided to go and take a look.

Requesting immediate support from headquarters for something like this... is really an overreaction.

Come to think of it, our naval headquarters hasn't found a single hair of Roger in more than two years. Could it be that the Vice Admiral is going to run into Roger just by coming to the South China Sea for some business this time?

Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?

It is probably some false information again. Just take a look and deal with it. There is really no need to alarm the headquarters.

Thinking of this, Doberman looked at Vice Admiral Diarmait, who appeared calm and composed, and sighed to himself, "Doberman, you're still too impatient. You should learn from the Vice Admiral. As a naval commander, how can you lose your composure over a piece of unfounded news?"