Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 402: The Truth of the Trump Card (33)

Dongte is not a fool, and even a fool could not learn the Ruyue Style killing sword technique that Ron described as "flashy".

Betrayed?

No, Dongte knew that he could have done something to change the outcome, but he didn't do it.

The only thing he was not sure about was whether his crew members had to die!

If it was a plan set up by Ron to kill them, no matter how hard he tried, no one could save them if Ron wanted them dead.

Edie raised her eyebrows when she heard this and looked at him seriously: "You already have the answer to this question in your mind, don't you?"

Edie didn't know, nor did she dare to know what the adult's real plan was, and she didn't even have the idea of ​​guessing it.

Navy Blue Dragon!

This name can cure children's night crying in the New World, and it is definitely not as simple as how many people he killed.

Indeed, it was he who personally handed the territorial manatee to Lafitte, which led to the exposure of Donte and others' whereabouts. However, he had asked Ron about this matter in advance. Ron said that no matter what the other party wanted to do, he would fully cooperate, even if it meant killing the navy and government spies.

Whether Dongte and his group can survive as chess pieces depends not on Ron's ideas but on Dongte's ability. Because there is a very cruel fact... it doesn't matter whether they live or die. Only the most real fighting can make everything seem logical.

The reason why those soldiers died was simply because of Dongte’s lack of ability.

pat...

A sound of dripping water was heard. Edie took a puff of her cigar, lowered her head, and discovered a deep black mark on the blue carpet where Donte was standing. Blood was flowing down between her fingers, and an invisible murderous intent began to spread.

Edie looked relaxed because the murderous intent was not directed at her.

It's not directed at Ron.

It's more like regret than murderous intent.

I wish I could kill myself to make up for the death of my companions.

"Navy Canglong is indeed not a simple character."

Seeing the changes in Donte, Edie was shocked and felt genuinely afraid of the vice admiral whom he had never met.

"last question……"

After a moment, Dongte spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Major General Donte, please speak."

“When did the plan begin?”

Hearing this, Edie took off her pipe and smiled bitterly: "Why do you think I am still alive when the new world is in such a mess?"

Idi was not afraid of simply hiring the Germa Kingdom to start a war, but after a series of instigations led to endless wars in the New World and even alarmed the Five Elders, he was still able to sit here safely. The answer is already obvious.

Being targeted by the Five Elders, even Umit couldn't protect him, so Edie had no choice but to obey.

"I see!"

Donte closed his eyes, at that time, even after he received the order to play Wilder and set off!

Ron had already made this plan long before he went to resolve the unrest in the New World.

……

The criminal is a navy officer, which is what the pirates had guessed before, but is the result they least want to see.

Because they are the navy, and the only navy in the New World that can be retaliated against by them is the Navy Soryu that is stationed in Punk Hazard and dominates the New World.

This grudge can only be put aside for the time being.

Anyway, the dead person is not my own, so why should I care?
To unite the pirates against a common enemy is more difficult than to prevent the navy from producing bad elements or to prevent high-ranking government officials from being corrupted by power.

The alliance meeting continued, and Lafitte, full of pride, began to discuss the various policies of the pirate alliance with the captains.

Bashas doesn't care about these things. He is not stupid. He is even quite cunning, but he is only cunning when it comes to really big things and battles. He doesn't care about these little twists and turns and tricks, nor does he want to care about them.

At this moment, the extremely bored Bashas sat in the submarine with the hatch wide open, leaned his feet on the control panel, and leaned back in the chair, half asleep and half awake.

At this time, after an unknown amount of time, a "beep" sound suddenly sounded. Bashas looked up with sleepy eyes and looked at the flashing indicator light with a confused look on his face like an illiterate.

"what's the situation?"

"Did I run into anything?"

"It's none of my business!"

Moreover, the scarlet light flashing everywhere around him gave him an extremely ominous premonition.

"Bashas, ​​what are you doing?!"

The submarine's hatch had been open the entire time, and everyone had noticed the alarm-like "beeping" sound and the flickering red light. Lafitte raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I don't know, it suddenly started to sound the alarm!"

Bashas stuck his head out of the hatch, trying to draw a clear line. At this moment, a series of prompt sounds suddenly sounded.

"No navigation instructions received. Confirmed captured. Emergency response initiated."

Bashas looked back and saw a Den Den Mushi opening its eyes at the corner of the control console and speaking in a businesslike manner. It was the kind of radio Den Den Mushi that was usually found on pirate ships and used to issue notices.

"Life is detected in the cabin, automatic return measures are initiated."

Bashas: “Huh???”

The next moment, with a "bang", the cabin door suddenly closed automatically.

At the same time, under the incomprehensible gazes of the surrounding pirates, the middle part of the submarine began to deform and split into two.

Then...

puff! !

A beam of light suddenly emerged from behind the front half of the cabin where Bashas was. Under the confused gaze of a group of people, the propulsion force generated by the beam of light caused the silver-white bullet head to begin to tilt upwards.

Wait, a bullet?!

Lafitte finally remembered why this thing looked so weird, because it looked exactly like the bullets used by high-tech firearms!
It was just two bullets connected butt to butt, and most submarines were designed like this, so he thought it was strange for a moment but didn't think of it.

And if it was a bullet...

Bang!
Just as he was thinking this, the beam of light suddenly expanded, and a terrifying air wave spread out in the surroundings, causing the pirates who were caught off guard to fall headlong.

Then, as a group of people stared in amazement, the bullet head soared into the sky and flew away...

And if it is a bullet, it will fly!!!
"Fuck!!!"

Looking at the bullet leaving a white line in the sky, Lafitte felt sick.

Does this count as walking into a trap?

He clearly heard that what was initiated was the "return measure"!
Where will the navy’s equipment go when it automatically returns?

Of course, I'm going back to the Navy!!
Ok?
Wait a minute!
Lafitte suddenly calmed down, looked down at the remaining half of the bullet that was knocked into a small house due to the impact, and felt inexplicably panicked.

"If captured, what would normally happen?"

Bang! ! !
The earth-shaking roar accompanied by the blinding flash of lightning instantly enveloped the entire Drifter. Dongte, who had already escaped several kilometers away, turned back upon hearing the sound, and the sadness in his heart was instantly filled with fear.

If I guess correctly...

I have been sleeping on a bomb all this time???
……

New World, Punk Hassard.

"Automatic regression, when did you come up with this thing?"

Ron watched Vegapunk operating the console, and was cheered up when he heard the words "automatic return measures".

If the navigation instructions are not received, certain devices will be activated, which can be done through very simple small mechanisms. Not to mention detecting living things, there are heat source sensing devices on the seats, but this automatic return is more magical. There is not even a satellite, so how can it be positioned?
He can even come up with such a system. He is worthy of being called the king of black technology, Vegapunk! A good cook cannot cook without rice. He doesn't even want the pot!

"That's to fool them. I prepared two sets of recordings, one is the normal operation, and the other is this..."

Vegapunk rolled his eyes: "Didn't you hear that that was my voice?"

Ron: "..."

Okay, I thought too much.

"If there is no interference from external forces, the final landing point will be here!"

Vegapunk pointed at the sea chart, which was a common uninhabited sea area. "After discovering that the landing point was not a naval base, he would definitely rush back to reunite with his companions without any means of communication."

"Use both scent signals and radio wave signals. When the time comes..."

The weak radio signal was received bit by bit through the Den Den Mushi, turning the trajectory of the bullet into image points visible to the naked eye and reflected on the radar.

"Follow him and we'll find Tikki, right?"

Ron smiled grimly.

In order to avoid suspicion from the other side, the soldiers on the Donte ship even sacrificed their lives, which allowed Lafitte and Bashas to approach the submarine on their own initiative, thus being infected with a special smell that cannot be smelled by humans.

This smell is difficult to remove. If you want to remove it quickly, you have to tear off the skin along with the area where the smell is.

So even if Bashas abandoned the submarine equipped with a positioning device and swam home, he would be tracked by the sharks trained by Vegapunk and would have nowhere to escape.

After putting in so much effort, there is only one goal.

That is to find Teach and kill Teach!
When he was simply kicked out of the pirate group, Ron couldn't do anything to him because of Whitebeard's presence. Now that Teach is regarded as a disgrace by everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates, he still dares to cause trouble. Ron will not let him go no matter what.

Sorry for the long wait, here are 2700 conscientious chapters.

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(End of this chapter)