Chapter 827 Deviation
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Banquet time
The "uninhabited" island of Rigurusen is crowded with people.
"Like most people with dreams, I worked hard for my dreams all my life. Later, I joined the navy. Jili gwa...kongnijiwa..."
As the Admiral of the NEO Navy, Zephyr first delivered a passionate speech with over 1 views entitled "Justice of the New Navy" to welcome the new comrades, and also announced the official start of the banquet!
A grand banquet with tens of thousands of people was held on the island, but there was not much noise from shouting, drinking and playing rock-paper-scissors.
Because apart from the hundreds of navy soldiers who had followed along and the few new members of the Ranger Adventure Group, the remaining tens of thousands of clone soldiers were also eating and drinking to their heart's content, but it was more like they were completing a mission than attending a banquet.
Zefa, however, stepped aside alone, frowning as he watched the dimming bonfire and the clinking of glasses.
It all went so smoothly that it was a little scary!
It was as if someone brought me a pillow just as I was about to take a nap.
This should have made him happy, but Zefa felt a sense of unreality for no reason in his heart, and was secretly a little worried about the NEO Marines who had been forced to become fat right after they were born.
In particular, the more than 3 clone soldiers, the technological products of Germa 66, brought by Vinsmoke Reiju, gave him the most headaches.
"Why are you just sitting here in a daze, Mr. Zefa?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice came, interrupting Zefa's thoughts.
"Whoosh~!"
Just as Zefa came to his senses, he heard another sound of breaking air coming from behind him!
"boom!"
Without even turning his head, he reached back and caught the flying bottle steadily. Then he skillfully popped open the cork with his thumb, put it to his lips and gulped down two gulps.
"Isn't this your favorite wine, Mr. Zefa? Why do you drink it so hard that it seems difficult to swallow?"
Rosinante walked over to sit next to Zefa and asked with a smile.
"Hahaha, how is that possible? How can such good wine be so hard to swallow? I just thought that there will be so many mouths to feed in the future, and I will inevitably have some financial pressure, so I can't bear to finish this good wine all at once."
Zefa said as he continued to look towards the banquet scene in the distance.
Germa's clone soldiers were seen sitting neatly around the campfire and eating in an orderly manner. Their presence formed a sharp contrast with the navy soldiers around them who were laughing and talking happily.
"Haha, you are worried about those clone soldiers, right, Mr. Zephyr?"
Rosinante then asked.
"These clone troopers..."
Zefa was about to say something but stopped himself. His index finger unconsciously stroked the ice cracks on the bottle mouth and he began to fall into deep thought.
Although the individual combat effectiveness of this group of soldiers is not as good as that of the top warriors, the physical fitness of each of them is far superior to that of ordinary humans!
Not only do they possess greater strength, faster speed, and longer endurance than ordinary people, as well as a terrifying physique that can withstand all harsh combat environments, they are also equipped with uniform combat uniforms and advanced technological weapons and equipment. They are a highly standardized advanced force.
Moreover, they can absolutely obey orders! There is no subjective assumption, no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong, and they execute orders unconditionally, even without emotion and fear. This makes them fearless in battle and they will not retreat even in the face of death.
It can be said to be perfect! A cold and efficient killing machine!
Any one of these characteristics is a rare and excellent quality of an "elite soldier", but these tens of thousands of clone soldiers possess them all at the same time. After all, they are created according to this "most standard" template.
With the addition of these tens of thousands of people, the grassroots strength of the NEO Navy instantly leaped to several levels.
However, this result is slightly different from Zefa's original intention of "people with a sense of justice gather under the banner of justice, unite as one, and jointly maintain world peace."
"Teacher Zefa?"
Seeing that his teacher remained silent for a long time, Rosinante called softly.
"What's wrong? Oh! You mean these clone soldiers..."
Zefa turned his head, a white light flashed across his sunglasses, and his eyes under the lenses slowly became firm. He clenched his fists and continued speaking.
"No! That's not right. Clone soldiers! From now on, they are all recruits for my NEO Navy!"
"No matter what they were like before, since they have joined the NEO Navy, I, as the Navy Admiral, have the responsibility and obligation to lead them onto the path of true justice!"
Seeing Zefa suddenly regain his vitality, no! It was an old horse waiting for his turn! Old but still strong! Rocinante's pupils trembled slightly, he paused, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"Hahaha, you are really worthy of being called Mr. Zefa!"
"Hmph! Stop flattering me!"
"I'm speaking from the heart. This is the first time I've seen such a motivated teacher like Zefa!"
"Forehead?"
Zefa turned around and looked with some surprise at the huge change in his "kind, upright and taciturn" disciple.
"What's wrong, Mr. Zephyr?"
Rossinandi scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed by being stared at.
“Gudong, gudong!!”
"When did you learn this trick?"
Zefa first picked up the bottle and drank it all, then slowly spoke.
"But it's true. People always have to grow up. You have disappeared on the sea for so many years, you must have experienced a lot."
"Yes!"
Rocinante sighed calmly, as the scenes from his memories quickly flashed through his mind.
"It's good to be alive. Only then can I have the opportunity to see and come into contact with many new things that I never dared to think about before. This can also be regarded as a kind of passive growth. By the way, it's great to be able to see you, Mr. Zefa again!"
"Snapped!"
Zefa slapped Rosinante directly on the back of the head without any courtesy.
"You little brat, of course it's better to be alive! What a stupid thing to say!"
"Ah! You taught me well! Mr. Zefa!"
Rossinanti stood at attention when he was beaten, then he touched the back of his head in pain. This scene reminded him of the good times when he was scolded and punched in the Navy recruit camp.
"Since you are here, you can stay and help me. We urgently need to establish an independent intelligence department. It just so happens that you have experience in this area! I'll leave this matter to you!"
Zefa patted Rocinante's back hard and instructed.
"Um... Intelligence Department? Such an important..."
The corners of Rossinandi's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face was unnatural for a moment.
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