Chapter 22 Airship
"Lieutenant General! We've spotted a warship! A naval warship has been spotted at two o'clock!"
On the calm surface of the East China Sea, following the lookout's report, the Dog-Head warship turned around and sailed quickly towards the two o'clock direction.
Soon, the two warships, one large and one small, successfully joined forces.
The board was set up, and a team of navy who had managed to escape from Rogue Town hurriedly stepped over the pedals and transferred to the warship of the navy hero Garp.
"Vice Admiral Garp, I'm Sergeant Tashigi, stationed at the Rogue Town Naval Base!"
Dashigi saluted with a resolute expression on his face.
During the few days since she escaped from Rogue Town, she had grown more psychologically than in the previous few years combined.
Without Garp asking, after putting down her hand, Tashigi told everything she knew about what happened in Rogue Town.
Finally, she carefully took out the well-preserved video equipment from the package at her side, looking sad and guilty.
"This is the video we brought back from Rogue Town. You'll understand exactly what happened after watching it."
"Bring the Den Den Mushi here." Garp immediately ordered the navy to get the corresponding model of Den Den Mushi.
After the navy took the order and ran away, he looked at the team of navy who looked tired and depressed again, and held back the questions he wanted to ask.
"You all did a great job. In that situation, leaving with the intelligence first was the best option."
Tashigi tried to open her red eyes wide, not wanting to show weakness in front of the vice admiral.
"It was Colonel Smoker—he was the one who made the quick decision to let us take the video and leave first."
"Smoker..." Garp was silent for a moment, "I have an impression of him."
He raised his hand and patted Dashigi's shoulder. "Smoker, the other marines who stayed in Rogue Town, and you who left with the evidence, are undoubtedly the best!"
Let them go to the cabin to eat and rest first. With heavy hearts, Garp and other navy officers watched the video they had risked their lives to bring out.
The gloomy weather casts everything in the camera into darkness.
The wind was howling and the voices were noisy.
Between heaven and earth, only the man standing in the air was painted with heavy strokes of bold ink.
Bright and wild red, dazzling and brilliant gold.
Under the gloomy sky, he was breathtakingly beautiful and terrifyingly strong.
Seeing the scene of him taking out the devil fruit from the body of the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Garp's face turned frighteningly dark, and his aura was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, as if it would explode in the next second.
Adjutant Bogart has been following Garp for a long time and knows the father-son relationship between the leader of the Revolutionary Army and Garp.
When he saw this scene, he began to pay close attention to Garp's every move, fearing that this irritable commander would vent his anger on the warship.
Fortunately, this did not happen.
Karp clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound, and after the video ended, he clenched them even tighter, then slowly loosened them.
"Where's the nearest naval base?"
Garp asked in a deep voice.
Bogart was stunned. Just when he was about to answer that it was Rogue Town, he suddenly remembered that Rogue Town should no longer exist at this time.
Fortunately, at this time, another voice answered Karp's question.
"It's the 134th Navy Branch, on Nishito Island." Tashigi walked out of the cabin, water still dripping from her hair and face.
After washing her face, she looked a little better than before. "Vice Admiral Garp, what do we do now?"
Looking at the hope in her eyes, Karp knew what she was expecting, but he was destined not to be able to give her the answer she wanted.
"Go to Nishito Island, replenish supplies and then return to the Navy Headquarters immediately!" Garp gave the navy his well-considered order.
"Vice Admiral!" Tashigi opened her eyes wide in disbelief and took a few quick steps to stand in front of Garp.
"If we return to the Navy Headquarters, what should we do with Rogue Town? Captain Smoker is still waiting for our support!"
"We have been circling the East China Sea for many days in search of those disappeared islands."
Tashigi actually knew the cruel truth that Garp told.
When they received information about that man from headquarters, they knew that any island visited by that man would disappear without a trace.
But Dashiqi didn't want to give up the last bit of hope. As long as she didn't confirm it with her own eyes, Rogue Town must still be there.
Garp sighed. Even someone as optimistic as him had to accept the reality after this fruitless search.
"The supplies will last for a while. Before heading to Nishito Island, we will make a detour to confirm the whereabouts of Rogue Town."
Dashigi suddenly raised her head, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Yes, Vice Admiral Garp!"
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"Good, let's send it out with this title."
Inside the airship, Yale sat with his legs crossed in the seat of Morgans, the newspaper president, and nodded with satisfaction at the newspaper draft in his hand.
Although many people feel that the current World Economic Daily has become Yale’s personal show and no longer contains any valuable information.
But in reality, newspapers are full of useful content.
Not to mention Yale's personal maintenance secrets, many intelligent creatures in the galaxy would pay a high price to get them.
Just take the planet Larke, which was introduced in yesterday’s newspaper, where Yale had visited.
The content inside is a completely practical guide to Larke.
These backward, old-fashioned people don't even know the value of a 'first-person StarCraft strategy post'?!
When they enter the interstellar space in the future, the contents of these newspapers will be the most practical reference answers.
Alas, what a waste of resources.
Yale curled his lips and threw the newspaper on the table in front of him.
He glanced up, then supported his cheek with interest and spoke leisurely.
"Your brainwaves are so chaotic. What? Are you trying to escape and join the World Government under the pretext of buying supplies?"
Morgans, who was standing in the office with his head lowered, shuddered all over, cold sweat soaked his back, and his brain began to work rapidly again.
His plan was completely seen through. What should he do now? Almost in the next second, his legs went weak and he slid to his knees to apologize.
"I'm sorry! Lord Yale, I won't dare to think like that again. Please forgive me this time!"
The noise in the office spread outside, and the employees buried their heads and worked harder.
Several metal balls were floating in the air, checking their work results from time to time, and then telling a story of Yale's adventure in a vivid way.
However, although the current scene looks like inhumane exploitation, in fact the lives of employees are much more regular than before.
The respected Captain Yale is the pirate who cares most about human rights.
As long as you are obedient and work hard, he will strictly abide by the "Interstellar Labor Law" to regulate employees' working hours and working remuneration.
According to the provisions of the Interstellar Labor Law, this planet with a civilization level less than level one - if converted into galactic time - works five days a week and eight hours a day.
After eight hours, the employees can move around and rest freely, except that they cannot leave the airship. This is much better than working overtime all night.
"What should you call me?"
Yale kindly reminded.
Morgans reacted immediately and quickly changed his words.
"Respected Captain Yale!"
"That's right. You should be more polite from now on. Do you understand?"
"I understand! I understand!" Morgans smiled and rubbed his hands.
"But sir, the supplies on our airship are indeed running low. If you give me another chance, I will definitely only buy supplies and will never defect to the World Government!"
"Well, I believe the brain waves I read. You really don't dare to do it now."
Yale tapped his temples, and the silver chain between his knuckles, which served as an accessory, shone with a flickering light.
Under Morgans' expectant gaze, he changed the subject.
"But you don't need to worry about supplies. I won't keep you trapped on the airship forever."
The previous period of imprisonment was just for fun.
Yale originally planned to land the airship on the island he occupied.
Morgans once used airships to hide his headquarters and avoid threats from various forces.
Now that the Shi Jing Bao is his, there is no need to hide anymore.
Who on this planet can threaten him?
"Morgans, hold on to the wall and keep steady." Yale reminded.
Morgans was stunned, but his body reacted before his brain and he quickly held onto the wall.
At the same time, the metal ball wandering outside also issued a reminder.
"Everyone, please hold on tight, the airship is about to accelerate!"
After Morgans lost the ability of his fruit, although the seagulls that delivered newspapers still worked obediently, the seagulls responsible for towing the airship no longer did this tiring work.
The airship can still fly in the air, completely controlled by the near-ground floating engine provided by Yale.
The value of this gadget is basically equivalent to a children's toy on this planet. Its greatest use in the interstellar space is that it can facilitate the transportation of goods.
It has very little power, so it can only fly within the planet's atmosphere, but it is absolutely impossible to fly out of the atmosphere.
However, the power that seemed small to Yale was quite fast in the eyes of the natives of the planet.
The airship rushed out almost like an arrow shot from a bow.
Even the employees who had made preparations in advance were blown away by the powerful inertia.
Flying newspapers, moving tables and chairs, screaming natives.
In such a chaotic environment, Captain Yale from the interstellar space sighed deeply.
"Hey, why can't you even sit still?"
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and all the people and objects in the airship were fixed in their current movements.
With a flick of his finger, the flying tables, chairs and machines returned to the ground.
The fixation vanished, and the employees fell to the ground screaming.
Light objects such as newspapers and reward notices flying in the air also floated back to the ground.
Yale raised his hand and caught a bounty order falling from the sky.
The bounty poster showed a picture of a young man with black hair and flames wrapped around his body.
Yale raised his eyebrows and looked at the introduction and bounty below.
"Fire Fist Ace—is he a devil fruit user?"
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