One Piece – Thundergod Marine

Leaving the office, Ron let out the domineering look and feel, and found that Zefa was not staying in Yanwu Square, but returned to the recruits camp, standing on a high platform, talking to a group of recruits.

Without disturbing him, Ron teleported to Zefa's office and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

Not long after, as the playground was noisy, Zefa returned.

As soon as he entered the door, Zefa was stunned for a second, suddenly furious.

"You kid won't knock on the door! Is this the old man's office or yours?!"

After all, a punch big fist blasted over!

"Fuck!"

After a crackling meal, Ron rubbed his invisible chin, smiled and made a pot of tea for Zefa.

"Come down, teacher, didn't I just wait for you inside when you were talking outside? By the way, what were you talking to the recruits just now?"

Zefa coldly snorted at Ron’s deliberate circumvention of the topic, took the teapot, poured out a cup and took a sip, then slowly explained: “The annual actual combat exercise is about to be held. I have to give this group The little guy gets eye drops in advance."

"Practical exercises? Oh, I remembered."

There are three biggest things in the boot camp, and Ron has only experienced two of them.

First, the year-end evaluation determines the rank of recruits during the same period.

Second, the survival training on Hell Island at the beginning of the year is a short cut to the sky.

Then there is the actual combat exercise now taking place in the late summer, letting the recruits go out to see blood, telling them that the navy is not an ivory tower.

Ron joined the navy at a coincidental time. He was only eligible to participate in the Hell Island survival training after the year-end evaluation, and then went straight out of the camp to become a major general, so he did not know the actual combat exercise.

For ordinary soldiers, survival training on Hell Island is the last thing to care about.

They prepared for actual combat exercises in the first half of the year, and worked hard in the second half of the year to shine in the year-end evaluation. The best ones participated in the survival training on Hell Island in the second year, and the mediocre two or three years were normal procedures.

"By the way Ron..."

Zefa suddenly remembered something, and said to him: "Would you like to come with me? The actual combat exercise is such a major matter, I must follow it to be safe, and I have no time to teach you."

Ron looked shocked and stretched out three fingers: "I still have three months off!!!"

"You can also practice on a boat!"

Zefa took it for granted: "And you have nothing to do now!"

"Ganfur took out a design drawing of the spaceship called the Ark. Vegapunk transferred all the airship troops back to reform. If you want to trade with them for a few months, you won’t need to go to Gaya for the time being. ...No, the g-10 branch is in charge."

No wonder the empty boat was not seen on Gaya Island, it was originally transferred back to reform...

Ron thought silently and suddenly raised his head: "Wait? Ark? Is the full name called "Ark Proverbs"?"

"It seems to be called by this name, you know?"

Ron: "..."

It seems... this butterfly effect is a bit exaggerated!

Adding Begapunk’s scientific research and technology to the design drawings of the "Ark Proverbs"... Then does the Ark Proverbs have to be mass-produced?!

Then they were equipped with advanced weapons from Qinghai, lined up in a mighty line to fill the sky.

Isn’t it the air force?!

Ron couldn't help but sympathize with the pirates camp for three seconds, and before he risked the world's disobedience to come up with three ancient weapons, the pirates would face challenges they had never had before.The mode of war in this world is backward and fixed. The strong decides everything. In the face of this attack that transcends time and space, it is inevitable.

In a war, once air supremacy is controlled by the navy, it will end...

It's exciting to think about it!

Dozens of golden lions throw things down from the sky, and if you can't beat you, you will also annoy you. The four emperors can't be alone!

But regarding the matter of escorting the recruits with Zefa, Ron gloated for three seconds before thinking about it and agreeing.

He doesn't need to settle himself now, and there will be time to settle slowly when he is idle and bored.There are still three months of vacation now, and learning more new things from Zefa is the right way. It is difficult to gain something behind closed doors.

"Well, I'll go with you."

"Well, I see, I'll let you know when you set off. Get out of it if you have nothing to do, and don't hang around in front of the old man!"

Ron: "..."

...

It was night, the headquarters of the Naval Science Forces.

Caesar, with exaggerated make-up and a sexy pink jumpsuit, shrank behind the door and kept looking at him. His twisted waist and cloud-like belt made him look like a cheap street cowboy.

The second phase of the thunderbolt stimulator was completed, and Caesar’s ban on foot was naturally lifted, but he did not immediately return to Begapunk, but stayed at the navy headquarters, striving to produce the third phase, and then contained the shocking world that shocked the world. Great work... Go to the front of Begapunk.

At this time, a voice rang from behind Caesar: "What are you looking at?"

"Don't bother me, I'm waiting for someone...Uh!!!"

Caesar subconsciously replied, suddenly turned his head, and exclaimed in surprise: "Major General Ron!"

It was Ron who came here. Apart from the Marshal's office and the elders' bedrooms, Malinfoddo was not defended against Ron.Of course the first few were not fortified, but Ron couldn't afford it.

Seeing the domineering capture of Caesar's position, Ron teleported over directly, and as soon as he saw the twisting big ass, he was speechless.

"Stop! Stop! Let's keep a little distance!"

Seeing that Caesar was about to rush over, Ron stepped back and raised his hand. The height of 2.5 meters was also a giant in front of Caesar. As soon as he raised his hand, Caesar could not find the direction to move forward.The pace couldn't help slowing down, and she pulled the corner of her clothes and stared at Ron like a woman.

"Major General Ron, don't you like me?"

Plus the noon time, it's already twice!

I don't seem to offend him, right?

Damn it!!

Ron's scalp was numb for an instant, and his goose bumps were all up.

Please be a little self-knowing about this respect?

Don’t use words that are so ambiguous, okay?!

Ron's mouth twitched a few times, and he sneered his face, and said with a sneer: "Oh, how about it? Why do you want me to be kind to a guy who cheated on experiment funding?"

Caesar: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense, where is your new cannon?"

Seeing this, Caesar immediately became interested and waved to Ron.

"Here! I hid it in the deepest part of the laboratory, and I couldn't even find the yellow ape!"

No, I have actually found it.

In the monitoring room, Huang Yuan drank tea in silence and complained silently.Then he tilted his head with a strange expression.

"Ron is really afraid of Caesar? What's the situation?!"

Although there are demons in the world of One Piece, they do not understand the horrific lethality of "coming out" to a straight steel man. Coupled with the previous "beautiful misunderstanding", Huang Yuan concluded an amazing fact:

Ron, afraid of ghosts!

...

The ground floor of the scientific unit is ten floors high, and the number of underground floors is divided into five floors.

Taking the elevator down, the scientific unit is still a familiar formula and a familiar taste along the way.Even at night, the various laboratories are still brightly lit, and weird scientific researchers are experimenting with their weird inventions. From time to time, there are explosions and screams, and the scene is "fun."

Unlike Begapunk and Vinsmok Gage that rely on one person to support projects, the scientific unit has some skillful craftsmen, and its development to this day depends on the constant accumulation of countless people.

Most of these inventions will be rejected because they have no practical value and will be regarded as the researcher's personal collection, but the accumulated experience will be sealed and protected so that they can be retrieved in time in the future.This is how the technology of telephone worms developed. At first it was called telegram worms... so, you know?

When it comes to technology, the same is true of Caesar's new cannon.

Di, senior scientific research personnel card.

Drop, exclusive card.

After repeated authentication, Caesar took Ron to his own laboratory.

Rather than a laboratory, it is more a factory!

Previously, most of the laboratories of various scientific researchers were less than 20 square meters, and sometimes several people shared one.And Caesar's laboratory at the bottom level is huge, the size of a football field, and various robotic arms and parts are piled up in their respective positions to fill the football field.

As soon as he entered, Ron was attracted by the huge can in front of him.

no.3!

This is the number printed on the white metal can, and it is also the third phase of the thunderbolt stimulator in the experimental phase.

"Major General Ron, go here!"

However, Caesar did not explain anything to him. The Phase III instrument is currently only in the experimental stage, and there is nothing to explain.He beckoned mysteriously, leading Ron to a metal gate.

There is no verification device for this door, and the switch relies entirely on a winch. Caesar holds the winch in both hands and pushes forward with milking strength.

"Ron...Major General..., can you... help?!"

"Tsk, trouble!"

Ron stepped forward and held the edge of the winch with one hand. The winch, which had to strain Caesar a few muscles every time it was turned on, was so easily loosened by Ron with one hand.

Blame... Monster!

Caesar touched his forehead in a cold sweat.

Squeak... Squeak... Squeak...

The dull metal crash echoed in the quiet laboratory, like a scourge, about to wake up from behind the door.

When the door finally opened and the lights fell into the secret warehouse, Ron looked at the huge, ferocious behemoth that exuded endless metal murder, his face twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuck!"

It was a silvery white gun with a barrel length of more than fifteen meters and a caliber of over one meter, but only a fist-sized groove in the middle and a uniquely shaped cannon.

Looking at the unique shape, Ron was shocked.

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