Master of Ninja World

There are many marlins in the navy headquarters, and there is no difference from the past. The only difference is that it is more solemn. The promotion of the Warring States Marshal was not as prosperous as imagined. Even the most basic news is unknown to the outside world. Only the many soldiers in Marin knew the inside story.

The guards of the marines opened their eyes wide. Today is the day when the marshals alternate, and they are full of energy.

"Swish swish..."

The sharp sound of breaking through the sky suddenly resounded through the sky, and the harsh, sharp sound made the ears of these naval soldiers dull, and subconsciously raised their heads, only to see the distant sky, a straight beam of light came over.

There was a strong wind blowing on the face, just a short time of breathing and breathing, and the young man in a white coat flashed out of thin air.

Looking intently, it is the dustlessness that the wind and dust are coming.

"who?!"

A group of navies were glaring at this mysterious invader with their guns, staring fiercely at Wuchen. Someone dared to invade the headquarters of the navy on such an important day. They were so bold!

About to pull the trigger in his hand, a tall figure stopped their movement.

"Lieutenant General Sakaski is an intruder!"

All the navies looked at the sudden appearance of Vice Admiral Sakaski, the battle was immediately valued, and their confidence hardened. The news that the future Sakaski [Red Dog] will be promoted to the general of the navy headquarters has spread.

There are even rumors that Sakarski [Red Dog] already possesses the strength to compete with the generals, but his age and qualifications have not reached the level of generals.

"Let down the gun, or you will die." Looking at Wuchen, Sakarski said indifferently like iron, the rolling hoarse voice does not have human feelings, and it is no different from steel.

The navy who raised the gun glanced at each other and put the gun down.

"Please." Turning to his side, Sakaski made a please gesture to Wuchen.

Hearing Yan Wuchen nodded silently, and walked away under the staring gaze of the navy, followed by a dark-skinned red dog with a hat.

Only a group of petrochemical navy remained in place, staring at each other.

In the heavily guarded corridor, you can see the navy standing guard after only a few meters, and the demeanor is meticulous, and you can see the elite of the elite at first glance.

Sakaski [Red Dog] raised his eyes, and looked vaguely at the dustlessness of the single front square shadow, the surprise and incomprehension of the eyes were clearly visible.

"The highest-level meeting of the Navy...Even if he is a Denon, it has nothing to do with him..."

Thinking about going there, Sakarski [Red Dog] didn't guess the purpose of being dust-free. Usually, the admiral would go out when the Denon was beaten!

Wuchen was not beaten, but came to the navy headquarters "without tactics", he was really puzzled.

In particular, the current meeting is extraordinary, and even the lieutenant admiral of the navy may not be eligible to participate. If the Warring States Marshal had not allowed him exceptionally, as well as Kuzan and Polusalino to participate, I am afraid they would have to close their doors.

Wuchen, the "outsider" was a guest, and no one could be relieved.

"What weird Sakarski do you have..."

The footsteps suddenly stopped, turning his head to look at the airtight Sakaski, Wuchen smiled and asked: "Actually I am not interested in this small meeting, but your marshal begged me in a humble manner. There is no other way. I have to reward him with a face. In other words, he is the commander-in-chief of the whole army. Although he is a little bit cunning and shameless, he still has to give him face.

After speaking, Wuchen pretended to be helpless and shrugged his shoulders, as if I was reluctant and forced to be helpless.

Sakaski: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, even though Sakaski [Red Dog] had a rock-like calm mind, he was irritated by Wuchen's words, but the burning red iron fist finally came loose.

The identities of the two are worlds apart, regardless of their strength, and there is a dimensional gap.

Inside the marshal's office of the navy headquarters.

Marshal Kong sits casually on the sofa, smoking a cigarette leisurely, and even humming a rare song in his mouth. This comfortable appearance is like walking in the clouds, and he feels very comfortable.

On the other hand, the Warring States Period is a gloomy old face, wearing the uniform of the original Marshal Sora. Obviously Sengoku has been promoted to Marshal, and the former Marshal, Sora, has also taken a step further, becoming the general commander of the world government, second only to the five elders star.

"You don't have to be angry, the Warring States, the navy is actually in such a situation, in the name of'absolute justice' to maintain the peace of seas around the world, the essence is the world's government running dogs, and their orders can only be obeyed." The marshal's face was pale, and Lieutenant General Crane, the chief staff officer, smiled bitterly and comforted.

Although it is ugly, it does mean that. The Navy is just the "superficial" skin of the government. As long as it can maintain the stability of the world, it doesn't matter if this "superficial" face is lost.

"Crack."

At this moment, the door of the meeting room was gently pushed open, Wuchen and Sakaski were exposed to everyone's sight.

Staring at the Warring States who is already wearing a marshal's uniform, Wuchen's face showed an apologetic smile and whispered: "Sorry, some unexpected accidents happened on the road, which delayed the trip and arrived late."

After saying this, Wuchen put on an expression of "I have tried my best", causing everyone to roll their eyes, and idiots could see it. He was deliberately delaying time and waited for the Warring States to become a marshal before arriving.

Warring States also didn't bother to talk nonsense. To tell the truth, Wuchen felt unbelievable if Wuchen could rush to him personally. Then he nodded towards Wuchen, pointed to the rest of the sofa, and signaled Wuchen to sit over.

Seeing everyone seated, Zhan Guo ordered his assistant to hand over a copy of the documents on the table to each, and then drank the boiling tea in the cup. It seemed that only this way could suppress the inner anger.

"No wonder the constipation of the Warring States period..."

After carefully reviewing the contents of the file, Wuchen knew why the Sengoku face was so ugly. The courage of these people was indeed unusually bold. The approach was indeed provocative enough to hit him in the old face of the new marshal.

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