A month later, the headquarters of the Navy.

No matter how much time has passed, there has not been a trace of change in Marinfodo. It is like the Dinghai Shen Needle left by Dayu's water control, standing tall and solemn for hundreds of years, suppressing the churning tide of the times.

Today, at the top of the main fortress, Sengoku sits in his office, reading the documents in his hand.

After a long time, he put down the information and said to the crane: "The interrogation work is handed over to you, crane, you must dig up the most information!" If possible, find out the true identity of their behind-the-scenes boss! ”

"Understood!"

Lieutenant General Tsuru took over the task solemnly and nodded to show that he was clear.

Her washing fruit can not only be used as an offensive means, but also can act on the mysterious and mysterious "soul" level, washing away a person's "evil" and leaving the purest "good". But after all, it is the power to control the mind, and this ability cannot be used on the soldiers, or even publicized, so as not to cause panic.

However, if the target is a criminal, then there is no need to refrain from it......

Baroque work societies threaten not only the great shipping routes, but also all over the world. It can be said that except for the new world, there are traces of their existence everywhere! If you can catch them all, the benefits are needless to mention.

It's been half a month since Darth Bonis woke up, and Tryon is in charge of interrogation. However, the former can be entrusted with the important task by Klockdahl, and there is no doubt that the tone is tight. So Karp waved his hand, since he didn't say it, then don't worry about it!

They weren't professional interrogators, so why bother?

"Well, there's that little girl who calls herself Miss. Golden Week......"

Sengoku rubbed his temples with a headache: "Can I leave it to you too, Tsuru?" ”

The Golden Week girl has now been determined not to be a Devil Fruit ability, but to possess a strange talent.

She can psychologically cue people and animals through the colors she blends, so as to control a person's emotions. If this ability didn't exist, of course, Sengoku didn't say a word, put her in prison with his backhand, and then threw her into the headquarters military academy for several years of righteous education after making sure that there was no problem, and corrected her three views.

But with this ability in place, the issue of education during Golden Week becomes urgent!

Only the crane who has the ability to wash the fruit can break her paranoid three views that grew up in the killer heap since she was a child. However, in this way, there are always some unscrupulous bosses in the Warring States who squeeze the labor force of their employees, and as a dignified marshal, he even said "can he or not".

In this regard, Tsuru raised his head and glanced at Sengoku with deep eyes: "That's it! Leave that kid to me for now! ”

So Sengoku breathed a sigh of relief.

One might ask, why is Golden Week treated so differently?

No, no, no!

It's all the same.

If it is later found out that Golden Week was a witch who killed or did something unconscionable, then the procedure would be like this: Of course, Sengoku didn't say a word, and put her in prison with his backhand, and after determining that there was a problem, he would ...... Either be imprisoned in the city or executed in secret!

There is no human rights in this world, and the elderly and children are treated equally.

If you are evil, you will have to pay the price!

As the leader of the naval headquarters that suppressed the sea, the ruthlessness of Sengoku was especially evident in the enemy!

After talking about business, Sengoku picked up a piece of information again, with a strange look in his eyes: "I have to go to Hell Island for training in less than a month after I officially enlisted in the army, and Ron is also a record, right?" ”

"Huh?"

Crane took the information suspiciously, glanced at it, and suddenly showed a kind smile: "I see, Zefa has no choice?" ”

It was a form for Ron to apply for Hell Island training, signed by Zefa, saying that Ron had grown to a bottleneck, that the training in the boot camp was not suitable for him, and that he needed more pressure to progress.

It seems to be clear and logical, but in fact, both of them can see that Zefa really has no choice!

Ron is growing so fast!

Fast inhuman!

His perseverance and talent are obvious to all in the boot camp, and even terrifying!

For example, how arduous is the targeted training program in the boot camp?

Anyone who goes is tired and out of breath, and it is inevitable that they will have the mentality that it is good to take a break.

But Ron's daily exercise doesn't need to be reminded by anyone, he not only guarantees quality and quantity, but even squeezes his potential to cultivate! Zefa made him punch a thousand times, and he punched two thousand times! Zefa asked him to attack with all his strength for three hundred times, and he did six hundred!

Every time he was tired like a dog, his capillaries burst and bleed, and his face was like a ghost, but he could get up every time, and even get better and better!

I used to say that others were "desperately cultivating", but I'm sorry, Ron is really playing with his life!! If it weren't for the help of the ability to recover from speeding, he would have died of exhaustion under this squeezing exercise!

What a terrible will it is to drive yourself to a dead end just by ordinary exercise?!

In this way, the only thing Zefa can teach Ron is things that take time to accumulate and explore, such as the Navy Six and various combat techniques. As for the domineering spirit that needs to be comprehended and awakened for many years, without military merits, Zefa does not dare to teach it privately.

And then the interesting one came......

Ron's talent in physical skills was unanimously recognized by the top brass of the Navy, and Karp taught him paper drawing, and as a result, he learned it in less than half a month, and after a month, he was able to draw inferences from each other.

In the past, Zefa was troubled by the fact that his disciples were not strong, and he had a lot of things that he couldn't teach. Now Zefa is distressed that Ron is too demonic, except for the domineering that the ban is not allowed to teach and the remaining three moves and six styles, what else can he teach?

The answer is none!

So he came up with a way to throw Ron to Hell Island.

Only after spending three months on Hell Island can Ron be able to pass the camp with excellent grades and learn the fourth move and six styles. Then leave the barracks and go to sea as a full-fledged officer. At that time, Ron had the time and opportunity to gain military merit before he could teach Ron his skills.

"Okay, old friends have come to me, make an exception, make an exception!"

Sengoku can imagine how much has changed since Ron's return this time, otherwise Zefa would not have submitted the application immediately. Although the new recruits of the headquarters cannot go to Hell Island after less than a year of training, there are no exceptions?

Ron, in his own right, is not a conformist guy.

……

In the boot barracks building, in the underground training room.

Ron's speculation came true, and on the first day he left the headquarters two months ago, he joked to Zefa that Xiuzo needed to go out to practice, and as a result, Xiuzuo was really reinstated and went to sea.

Then, Ron's actual combat training object changed from Xiuzuo, who could still be bullied, to Zefa, a retired general!

It's sour!!

Boom......!!!

With a dull crackling sound, the training room began to glow red. It was after the extensive damage to the outer body wall that the training room warning system began to alarm. However, Zefa was not worried, because he was sure that it was not the enemy invasion that destroyed the wall, after all, it was Ron who was now taped to the wall.

"Huh? You didn't even dodge? ”

Zefa maintained the posture of sweeping his legs, and looked at Ron, who was stuck in the cobweb-like pit, feeling a little strange.

You fell before I could help?

Tease me?!

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Hearing this, the corners of Ron's mouth twitched incessantly.

God didn't run away!

Do you know how fast your kick is?

I bet the old Cap bastards don't have to be able to dodge perfectly!!

It's also wrapped up in armed color domineering, because I'm afraid that I won't be able to kick me!!

With a few breaths, Ron moved his limbs to pull himself out of the slit. The broken bones were involved in the action, and the pain made him winkle his eyebrows. For a long time, he suddenly felt that he had no support, and the whole person fell off the wall.

Smack!

Continuing to gasp, Ron said to Zefa like a salted fish: "That's all for today's training, teacher, let me recuperate from my injuries......"

No more!

Even if the self-healing power is amazing, if he continues to fight, he will really be killed by Zefa!!

Zefa smacked his lips at Ron's request.

To be honest, although Ron's strength is not obvious, his strong resistance to beating is absolutely first-class! In the past few days, he has even liked the feeling of beating Ron...... Just imagine, a sandbag that can recover in one day no matter how you play, and the sandbag can be exercised and enhanced after playing, Zefa has no reason not to like it!

However, after all, Ron is too far behind him, and at this time, there are more and more injuries on his body, and it is time to stop if he continues to fight.

"That's it! Then come here today and continue tomorrow. ”

Zefa said a line that made Ron relax, and then added earnestly, "Hurry up and get stronger, my disciple!" ”

That way, I can play a little harder.