Smog is an impatient person who hates evil.

When he gets angry, he will smoke and go to heaven.

So when Smog heard Wallace's accusation against the Roger Town Navy, he couldn't wait to fly up and flew to the vicinity of the Roger Town Navy Base in a very short time with the convenience of his fruit ability.

He wanted to verify with his own eyes whether the content of Wallace revealed was true or false.

As the highest naval base in the East China Sea, the scale of the Luoge Town Naval Base is quite large and has a faint sense of majesty.

Under Wallace's guidance, Smoger soon noticed the naval flag flying on the tall building.

Half a block, Smoger quietly landed from the air to recover his entity, and then put Wallace, who was already a little dizzy, firmly on the ground.

"Ahem..."

Flying at high speed in the sky by being swept by a cloud of smoke is not a good experience. Wallace coughed for a long time before he recovered:

"Col. Smog, there is the base of Roger Town in front!"

"If everything is as usual..."

"You can see clearly what Major Hammer is doing at first glance."

Smog remained silent, but just held the ten hands in his hand tightly and stepped towards the Naval Base of Roger Town.

Wallace tidied up his somewhat messy collar and followed closely along.

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

Half-shirtless, with large chunks of knotted muscles exposed, young and dandy white hair, and a big cigar second-hand smoke for a moment...

And even if Smog added the word "justice" behind his back, the same motorcycle jacket as the Raptor clan was not as good as the navy cloak. Instead, it was like the evil uniform of a gangster club.

No matter how you look, you don't look like a good person.

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

It looks even more wrong.

"stop!"

When the two naval soldiers guarding at the base gate saw Smog, they hurriedly raised their guns to greet them.

Smog stopped and looked at the two gatekeepers with a full look of evil spirits.

"You, you..."

A gatekeeper was numb from Smog's scalp, so he had to hold the flintlock in his hand tighter: "Are you a pirate?!"

According to Smoger's image, the gatekeepers made the most reasonable judgment.

Smoger's expression remained unchanged, but he took a deep breath of the cigar.

A thick smoke ring was spit out, and Smog was about to show his identity as a colonel in his headquarters, and then directly broke into the Roger Town Base for a surprise inspection:

"certainly..."

"Hahaha!"

Before the word "No" was spoken, the gatekeeper had already put down his gun with a laugh:

"If you are a pirate, just say it!"

"Is it the first time I'm here in Roger Town? Why do you look so bitter and revengeful!"

"Forehead?"

Smog's face froze and he even forgot to smoke.

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

The gatekeeper showed a kind smile on his face, the military and civilians:

"The venue is behind the base, and the other pirates have arrived."

“Convention?”

Smog was even more shocked.

"You're lucky!"

Another gatekeeper patted Smog's arm in a pretentious manner and said:

"Major Hanmer is about to be transferred to the office, this is your last chance!"

Smoger's arm, which had ten hands tightly clenched, suddenly increased his strength, and his finger joints turned white.

"calm!"

Wallace quietly approached Smog and whispered.

“Hu—Hu—”

Smoger let out a few heavy breaths before finally resisting the dog head of the gatekeeper without a stick.

“By the way…”

The navy soldier who was leading the way in front suddenly turned around and asked, "What kind of pirate group are you here?"

"Forehead..."

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

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Roger Town Naval Base, Base Director's Office.

The current garrison general, Major Hanmo, the Navy headquarters, is sitting leisurely in the office enjoying the afternoon tea.

Hanmo is already middle-aged, but he looks very energetic in a neat and slim white suit and meticulous short hair.

He looked almost perfect as a naval officer, and even the pale wisps on his sideburns added a bit of calm and moderate temperament.

On that neat and tidy table, there are also several literary works of not low style.

Major Hanmo was savoring the tea while looking at the pages in front of him, looking gentle and kind.

Just looking at this scene, no one could imagine that Major Hammer was actually the local emperor who dominated the territory of Roger Town.

No one could imagine that while Major Hammer was quietly drinking tea, a noisy pirate gathering was in full swing on the other side of the naval base.

Major Hammer is the leader behind this pirate gathering.

Of course, he never came forward in person.

Major Hammer always puts his confidant Lieutenant Charles in charge of the dirty and tiring work he deals with the insignificant East China Sea pirates.

Trying to hide yourself behind the scenes is the first principle of Major Hammer's operation of the "pirate toll station" in Roger Town.

"About twenty days left..."

Major Hanmer looked at the book in front of him, but his mood calmed down, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"The general sent by the Navy headquarters to take over me is about to take office. It's time to start cleaning up the traces."

Many names flashed through Hanmo's mind, those were subordinates he could not fully trust.

His eyes became sharp without realizing it, full of ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

"Smoger... Colonel?"

Hanmo secretly chewed the name on his own.

Major Hanmer received the transfer document issued by the Navy Headquarters and naturally knew what kind of person his successor was—

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

He had never met Smog, but Hammer, who was born in the Navy headquarters, had certainly heard of the name of the White Hunter Smog.

"Oh!"

Hanmo snorted coldly.

For generals from the Navy headquarters, being assigned to the Sihai branch, especially the weakest sea, the East China Sea, is basically the same as being demoted.

Hanmo, who once longed for a high position, cut off his career in the headquarters as the head of the Roger Town Base, and wasted many years in vain.

But Smoger and Hammer are different...

Smoger's rank of colonel is completely inconsistent with the low-end position of the head of the Roger Town Base. Anyone with discerning eyes can see that his dispatch to Roger Town can only be regarded as the training and tempering of him by his superiors.

Whenever he thought about this, Hammer had an indescribable hatred towards Smog, a stranger he had never seen before.

"Major Hammer!"

A subordinate with a panicked look suddenly pushed open the office door and said tremblingly: "Big, something big is wrong!"

"how?"

Hanmo gently put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly:

"Is there a pirate who is blind and unwilling to pay the money? I need to take action in person?"

"No!"
To be continued...