"Title Page Serial: Rob Lucci Chapter "Is this why you brought us out, Lucci?"
"Judiciary Island, a jungle outside the CP-9 base, Bruno, Kalifa, Lion Nugget, Owl and others stared dumbly at Rob Luqi in front of him, who had just climbed up a big tree and was standing in front of him.
After searching for a long time in the bird's nest, I finally found a pigeon egg and smiled with satisfaction."——
“Counterproductive?”
Unexpectedly, Will's face suddenly darkened:
"Huh, what's this little movement? If all these slaves really run away, then you...our Navy Headquarters will be really embarrassed!"
"Can……"
He frowned and was about to speak, but Weir suddenly waved his hand and interrupted without comment: "You don't have to do it anymore! Ten warships, this is the minimum attitude that this department should have! Do you understand?"
"..."
He was slightly startled, his lips moved twice, and finally he sat back down in silence without saying anything else.
This scene caught the eyes of others, and almost all the senior officials present at the meeting frowned slightly.
He is not only the chief of staff of the entire headquarters, but also a legendary hero of the older generation. He is over sixty years old. The lieutenant generals here are basically her juniors and respect him very much.
Even though Cyborg Kong is now the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, he has always been gentle and polite to He. Have he ever seen her treated so rudely?
Many people were angry, and Nuo Xia and Qing Zhi even narrowed their eyes, with an unknown anger rising in their hearts.
"In addition, five lieutenant generals are needed as commanders."
However, Weir didn't pay any attention to the change in the atmosphere on the conference table. His sharp eyes swept over both sides, and he clicked on the list information in his hand one by one, "Baker, Lance, Huoshaoshan..."
He called the names of the four people in one go, then cast his last gaze on Akainu, his tone became more serious, and he gave a stern order:
"And Sakaski, you will be the commander-in-chief of this search operation. The five people will divide the work and work together to capture all the slaves. There must be no mistakes. Do you understand?"
Not only ten warships, but five lieutenant generals?
This is really exactly the specification of the Demon-Slaying Order... No, it's even better.
After all, everyone knows that although Akainu is currently only a candidate for general, he is already a real general.
Even if the demon-slaying order is really issued, he will never be dispatched easily with such top-level combat power.
Huo Shaoshan and the others who were targeted suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, while Akainu squinted his eyes, looked at Weir coldly for a moment, and finally nodded:
"Yes, Marshal."
He held his military hat and was about to stand up and leave the table, but at this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind:
"Marshal, I think it would be better for me to go on this trip?"
Um?
Akainu was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Nosha across from him, while the rest of the people in the conference room also subconsciously focused their gazes.
"This manhunt, in the best case scenario, will take at least several days."
Nuo Xia was holding the tea cup and tasting it leisurely. It wasn't until Weir also looked over that he said calmly:
"After all, Sakaski is the commander of the G1 branch. He has a heavy workload and cannot stay in the headquarters for a long time. Now that he has passed the job classification assessment, he should return to the New World as soon as possible to take charge of the overall situation."
"On my side, I've been on vacation for a while, and I've been idle for a while. Coupled with the fruit ability, it's more suitable for this kind of large-scale manhunt."
He finally put down his teacup and chuckled, "So, it's better for me to be in charge of this operation. What do you think, Marshal?"
There was silence in the conference room for a brief moment.
Akainu nodded slightly to Nosha, meaning clearly that I owe you a favor this time.
Just as Nuo Xia said, he was called back to the headquarters inexplicably. Now his mind is indeed full of important matters of the G1 branch, and he is in a irritable mood. How can he think about staying here to earn face for the new marshal to the world government?
It's interesting that Nuo Xia can see through her own state of mind and take the initiative to take on such a bad job.
Nosha also smiled at Akainu and nodded slightly, but he had a completely different idea in his heart.
What's so ungrateful? I'm afraid that if you take action, not even a single slave will survive to be killed?
Of course, he was very familiar with the incident of Fischer Tiger setting fire to rescue the slaves. He still remembered that in the end, with the help of Sharkey and Reilly, all the slaves managed to escape.
However, in the original timeline, the Navy Headquarters definitely did not launch such a large battle, and it was even more impossible for Akainu to lead the team himself. Otherwise, even if there were ten Fisher Tigers taking the lead, they would not be able to escape at all.
"you go?"
Weir squinted his eyes and looked at Nuo Xia up and down, tapping his finger bones rhythmically on the table, "It's better...but Bailong, it seems that I should repeat the order again. All slaves must be captured without any mistakes.
if not……"
"Dispose of it according to military orders."
Nuo Xia picked his ears and said casually, "If you can't handle this little thing, your lord marshal will underestimate me."
"As long as you know what's going on."
Weir snorted coldly and said without any shame, "I haven't settled the matter with you last time. I was supposed to talk to you alone three days later, but this time is your chance to redeem your past mistakes. Don't do it again."
Do you understand that you let your superiors down, Bailong?"
"Of course, Marshal."
Nuo Xia stood up and saluted with a smile, and then left the conference room without looking back. Huo Shaoshan and others looked at each other and hurriedly left the table to follow.
…………
port.
Ten warships were ready to go, and on the shore where the Thunder Eagle was moored, Aokiji, who came to see her off, was frowning and looking worriedly at Nuo Xia, who was directing his subordinates to board the ship.
"Why are you looking like this?"
Nuo Xia glanced at him.
"You shouldn't take the initiative to do this."
"You can't just die without saving someone."
Nuo Xia smiled.
The two of them were so familiar with each other that they knew each other's meaning with just a few words without any unnecessary testing.
"Last time in Beihai, you already made the people above you very dissatisfied. Even the great achievement of defeating Big Mom was directly wiped out."
Qingzhi looked solemn, "If we do it again, it won't just be as simple as dissatisfaction. I'm afraid that old man Weir will also be furious. He is the marshal after all. If he targets you everywhere in the future..."
"It's not that exaggerated. The most you can do is point your nose at me and scold me. What else can you do to me?"
Nuo Xia curled her lips, "Have you forgotten what I told you in the yard this morning?"
…
Under the buttocks is a squeaking, bumpy and swaying swing.
On the wicker chair opposite, there lay a young black-haired man lazing in the sun.
"I am no longer the same person I used to be. I still hope that I can successfully become a general and fulfill my childhood dream."
"For the sake of dreams, I can endure no matter how humiliating I am. How can I get so passionate that I turn against the Marshal?"
…
The memory from an hour ago flashed back quickly in my mind.
Qingzhi opened his mouth and was about to ask for something, but saw Nuo Xia already waving his hand, turning around and heading towards the deck of the Thunder Eagle.
"Stop standing there stupidly, go back, I'm leaving."
The white cloak of justice rustled in the sea breeze.
The sound of command and dispatch announcements came from Marinevando's harbor radio.
Ten warships left the port one after another and headed towards the Red Earth Continent.
Looking at the shadow of the boat in the distance, Aoki Pheasant could only swallow the prepared words of advice back into his stomach.
"You're not the same person you were before, you're just talking about what you're talking about."
He smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"You guy, you haven't changed at all..."
………
From the Red Continent to the Chambord Islands.
The sea area is quite vast, but a fleet composed of thousands of slaves is also difficult to hide and is a very conspicuous target.
Shortly after leaving Marineland, ten warships, under the command of Nosha, dispersed and conducted a comprehensive search based on the trace information provided by Mary Joa.
Thunderhawk, deck.
"Go ahead."
Nuo Xia turned her head and whispered.
The white nightjar perched on his right shoulder cupped his cheek affectionately, then fluttered its wings and turned into a stream of white light, flying towards the southeast.
Nuo Xia himself, after giving a few instructions to the flying squirrel, turned into a blue stream of light and flew away in the completely opposite direction.
Ten warships were searching at the same time, and time was running out, both for Fischer Tiger and for him.
He had to find the traces of the slaves before the other warships.
…………
The red sun is setting in the west, and twilight is shrouding the sea, making the gently ringing waves and the passing evening breeze seem to be tinged with a hint of drunken blush.
Everything is so warm and peaceful.
Thousands of meters in the air.
A blue stream of light passed through the fire clouds, and a powerful sight shrouded the bottom, sweeping across all the sea areas it passed along the way.
Sudden.
The stream of light suddenly stopped, and Nuo Xia's figure appeared behind a large fire cloud.
"finally……"
He looked somewhere in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured, "I found it."
…
Five large merchant ships were sailing side by side under the sunset.
The wide deck was crowded with people, and several simple long tables were put together. They were filled with dishes and fine wines, and the tables were full of people. The sounds of talking, laughing and playing were endless, and the atmosphere was lively.
Obviously.
A grand celebration banquet is being held.
The cheerful and scattered chorus echoed in the sea breeze.
"Yo ho ho ho ho, yo ho ho ho~?"
"Send Binx's wine to you~?"
"Like the sea breeze, riding the wind and waves as you please~?"
"Let's sing a song, a sailing song~?"
…
The slaves, who had finally escaped from hell after a hard night's battle, were holding each other's arms, singing songs and laughing loudly on the deck.
Bang!
From time to time, there was the sound of beer glasses clinking against each other, hops flying, and the glasses stained orange by the sunset, reflecting the faces of people who had survived the disaster.
"Benefactor! Let me toast you!"
"And me, Brother Tiger!"
"I'll do it first, brother, you can do whatever you want!"
…
A whole day passed, and Fisher Tiger's true identity was no longer a secret. The slaves affectionately called the benefactor who saved them, Brother Tiger.
Not long after the banquet was held, there were hundreds of people who came to propose a toast with gratitude. Even Tiger himself was a huge drinker. After the banquet, he was a little drunk and couldn't resist it.