Smoker is a jealous and hateful man.

As soon as he gets angry, he smokes and goes to heaven.

So when Smoker heard Wallace's accusations against the Rogue Navy, he couldn't wait to fly into the sky, and with the convenience of the fruit's ability, he flew to the vicinity of the Rogue Town Naval Base in a very short time.

He wanted to verify with his own eyes that what Wallace had revealed was true or false.

As the highest-level naval base in the East China Sea, the scale of the Rogue Town Naval Base is not small, and there is a faint sense of grandeur.

Guided by Wallace, Smoker quickly noticed the naval flag hanging from the tall building.

Half a block away, Smoker quietly descended from the sky to recover his body, and placed Wallace, who was already a little dizzy, firmly on the ground.

"Ahem..."

Flying at high speed in the sky with a cloud of smoke was not a good experience, and Wallace coughed dryly for a while before relieving himself:

"Colonel Smoker, it's all Rogue Town Base in front!"

"If it's business as usual..."

"What the hell is Major Hammer doing, you can see at a glance when you go over."

Smoker was silent, just clenched the ten hands in his hands and walked towards the Rogue Town Naval Base.

Wallace tidied up his somewhat messy collar a little, and followed closely.

Smoker's style can be said to be extremely unfriendly.

Half-shirted, with large knotted muscles exposed, Crazy Boy's silver-white hair, and non-stop secondhand smoke from big cigars...

And the same motorcycle jacket of the mob on his body, even if Smoker added the word "justice" to the back, it did not have the righteous taste of a navy cloak at all, but it was like the evil uniform of an underworld community.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good person.

And when such a two-meter strong man, holding a blunt weapon in his hand and a gloomy face, walked towards the naval base...

It looks even more wrong.

"Stop!"

The two naval soldiers guarding the gate of the base saw Smoker and hurriedly raised their guns to meet him.

Smoker stopped, and looked at the two gatekeepers with a sinister look.

"Y-you..."

A gatekeeper was numb by Smoker's scalp, so he had to hold the flintlock pistol in his hand even tighter: "You're a pirate, right?!" ”

Based on the image of Smoker, the gatekeeper made the most reasonable judgment.

Smoker didn't change, but took a deep puff on his cigar.

A thick smoke ring spit out, and Smoker was ready to reveal his identity as a colonel in his headquarters, and then directly broke into the Rogue Town base for a surprise inspection:

"Of course..."

"Hahaha!"

Before the word "no" could be spoken, the soldier at the gate had already laughed and put down his gun:

"If you're a pirate, just say it!"

"First time in Rogue Town, right? Why do you look so bitter and hateful! ”

"Huh?"

Smoker's face froze, and he forgot to smoke his cigarette.

"Don't waste time, come with me!"

The soldiers guarding the gate showed a kind smile on their faces:

"The venue is behind the base, and the rest of the pirates have already arrived."

"Venue?"

Smoker was even more stunned.

"You're in luck!"

The other gatekeeper patted Smoker's arm with feigned enthusiasm and said:

"Major Hammer is about to be transferred away, and this is your last chance!"

Smoker's clenched ten-hand arm suddenly increased with force, and his knuckles turned white.

"Calm down!"

Wallace quietly leaned over to Smoker and reminded in a low voice.

"Whew-whew-"

Smoker exhaled heavily, and finally couldn't hold back a stick that slammed the head of the gatekeeper.

"That's right..."

The naval soldier leading the way in front suddenly turned his head and asked, "What kind of pirate group are you?" ”

"Uh..."

Wallace glanced at Smoker, who was so angry that he was smoking, and replied casually, "The White Smoke Pirates." ”

...........................................................

Rogue Town Naval Base, Base Chief's Office.

The current garrison admiral, Major Hammer of the Navy Headquarters, was sitting leisurely in his office enjoying the afternoon black tea.

Hammer is middle-aged, but he looks very energetic in a neat and slim white suit with meticulously combed short hair.

He looked almost perfect as a naval officer, and even a few wisps of pallor on his sideburns added a bit of poise to it.

On the neatly tidy table, there are also several literary works of great style.

Major Hammer sipped his tea and looked at the pages in front of him, looking polite.

Just looking at this scene, no one could have imagined that Major Hammer was actually the Emperor of the Soil who dominated the territory of Rogue Town.

No one could have imagined that while Major Hammer was quietly sipping tea, a noisy party of pirates was in full swing on the other side of the naval base.

And Major Hammer is the one behind this pirate gathering.

Of course, he never comes out in person.

Major Hammer has always put his henchman Lieutenant Charles in charge of the dirty work of dealing with the insignificant little pirates of the East China Sea.

Trying to keep yourself hidden behind the scenes was Major Hammer's first principle in running the "Pirate Toll Gate" in Rogue Town.

"There are still twenty days or so..."

Major Hammer looked at the scroll in front of him, but his mood calmed down, and he couldn't help but say to himself:

"The admiral who was sent down by the Navy Headquarters to take over my post is about to arrive, and it's time to start cleaning up the traces."

Hammer's mind flashed through many names, subordinates he couldn't fully trust.

His eyes unconsciously became fierce, full of ruthlessness and cruelty.

"Smoker... Captain? ”

Hammer chewed on the name again.

Major Hammer had received a transfer letter from the Navy Headquarters, so he naturally knew what kind of person his successor was—

The fruit of nature, the proud disciple of General Zefa, and the colonel of the headquarters at a young age...

He hadn't met Smoker, but Hammer, who had come from the Navy headquarters, had certainly heard of the White Hunter's name.

"Huh!"

Hammer snorted coldly.

For the admirals of the Navy Headquarters, being assigned to the Four Seas Branch, especially the weakest sea, the East China Sea, is basically no different from being degraded.

Hammer, who once dreamed of a high position, cut off his career as the head of the base in Rogue Town, and wasted many years in vain.

But Smoker is not the same as Hammer...

Smoker's rank of colonel is completely inconsistent with the low-end position of the head of the Rogue Town base, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that his dispatch to Rogue Town can only be regarded as a training and sharpening of his superiors.

As he thought about it, Hammer developed an unspeakable hatred for Smoker, a stranger he had never met.

"Major Hammer!"

A subordinate with a panicked look suddenly pushed open the office door, and said in a trembling voice: "Big, big things are not good!" ”

"How?"

Hammer gently put down the teacup in his hand, and said unhurriedly:

"Could it be that there are pirates over there who don't have long eyes and refuse to pay? Need me to do it myself? ”

"No!"

The subordinate's voice trembled even more:

"There's a navy on the dock, and they're lining up to the base as soon as they get off the ship!"

"Navy?!"

Hammer's indifferent expression finally shattered, and an irrepressible panic appeared on his face.

The navies of other naval branches in the East China Sea are absolutely not allowed to leave their jurisdiction and come to Rogue Town without receiving an order from their superiors.

Then this group of navies, most likely, is... Succeeded him in the headquarters of the elite navy.

But Hammer still had a faint sense of luck, so he asked in a deep voice:

"Inside this group of navy... Is there a man in a white suit and a cloak of justice? ”

“......”

The subordinate recalled it deeply, and then replied:

"There is no one in the cloak of justice, but there is a tall man in a white suit in front of the group of navy."

"That guy has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a righteous spirit, and he looks like an officer!"

Major Hammer's face suddenly became gloomy:

The Cloak of Justice is a military dress that is available to low-ranking non-commissioned officers.

But the Cloak of Justice doesn't even have a button, and the only way to keep it from falling off during battle is to rely on its own "power of justice".

Therefore, low-level non-commissioned officers who are generally not strong enough naturally do not dare to wear this kind of sassy clothes to the battlefield, and will only wear the cloak of justice on occasions such as rallies and oaths.

Over time, fighting in the cloak of justice became a symbol of the strength and status of the admirals.

The man was not wearing a cloak of justice, but that did not dispel Major Hammer's suspicions.

Because he wore a white suit.

Major Hammer was originally from the Navy Headquarters, so he naturally knew that the Admirals had a custom suit and dress.

This suit is no different from the style of a normal suit, and it is easy to collide with ordinary people.

But standing in front of a group of naval soldiers, also in white suits ...

This is definitely the Admiral of the Navy Headquarters!

"Damn!"

"How could someone from the headquarters come so quickly!!"

Hammer erupted in silence and smashed the table in front of him with a single palm.

Delicate teacups, elegant books, and sturdy tables were all shattered and stirred into garbage under this palm.

"Major, Major?"

The subordinate asked tremblingly, "Shall we run away?!" ”

"Escape?"

"There are pirates everywhere in Rogue Town now, and even a blind person can see that there is a problem here!"

"If we run away, it's like a direct confession!"

Hammer gritted his teeth and said:

"The other party has landed in Rogue Town, can you still run away under the pursuit of the natural ability?"

"So what do we do?"

The subordinate asked in a panic.

The office fell silent once more, and Hammer fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Hammer's distorted face gradually returned to normal, and his voice was colder and calmer than usual:

"Prepare cash and treasures, the more the merrier."

"Also, take out my treasured Hailou Stone bullets."

"Finally, inform Lieutenant Charles that I am going to meet him..."

"Yes!"

The subordinate hurriedly agreed, and immediately turned to leave.

"Genius Smoker?"

A few hints of determination flashed in Hammer's eyes: "Just let me meet you!" ”