Chapter 445 You don’t want to...
"What happened to Darren in the end is not important to me... It will not have any impact on the current situation."
After a few seconds of silence, Zhan Guo said slowly.
"The Lone Red" Barrorick Redfield is a master of swordsmanship and observation Haki, especially his observation Haki, which can predict the future and see through people's hearts to a certain extent.
The combination of the two abilities means the combat advantage of anticipating the enemy's moves, and easily predicting every attack and intention of the opponent.
And this allows Redfield to face any opponent calmly, even if the opponent's hard power is higher than his own.
It's a pity that Redfield's ability to see through people's hearts cannot be acquired through acquired training, but is innate.
As for the "predicting the future" ability of observation Haki, even if Darren can really grasp the slim possibility and successfully master it, the situation in this sea will not change at all.
The 800-year foundation of the World Government cannot be confronted by a mere "predicting the future" observation Haki.
Hearing Zhan Guo's words, Borsalino's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.
The two were silent for a while, and Zhan Guo looked at Borsalino again and said:
"Borsalino, this matter must be kept absolutely confidential, and no one can disclose it!"
His expression was extremely cautious.
"Don't worry, General Zhan Guo."
Borsalino smiled.
"Of course I know the importance of it... By the way, I suddenly remembered that the Navy Science and Technology Corps is still short of funds to purchase the latest research equipment."
Zhan Guo: "..."
The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he said in a hard tone:
"What if I don't approve it?"
Borsalino shrugged and sighed:
"If General Zhan Guo doesn't approve it, I understand it very much. After all, in this era, the mobilization of military funds is always very tight."
"If it doesn't work, I'll apply to the World Government."
"But at that time, the government may send auditors to the headquarters for review... General Zhan Guo, you don't want the government auditors to find that our headquarters suddenly has a large amount of military funds."
Zhan Guo: "..."
This is a threat...
This is definitely a threat!
"Borsalino...Are you threatening me?"
Zhan Guo gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.
Borsalino was stunned and raised his hands in fear:
"How could it be, General Zhan Guo... I'm just thinking about you. After all, this is related to your entire political career!"
Zhan Guo: "..."
He glanced at Borsalino and suddenly a brilliant smile appeared on his face.
"You are worthy of being my adjutant!"
"Submit an application to the administrative department and I will approve it immediately... Isn't it just a sum of money? Why do you need to report it to the government so troublesome!"
Zhan Guo patted his chest with a smile on his face.
"Then thank General Zhan Guo for your support for scientific research."
Borsalino smiled with satisfaction, then walked away slowly, opened a beach chair on the deck in the distance, and lay down comfortably.
Zhan Guo: "..."
He maintained a stiff smile on his face, took a few deep breaths in succession, and then turned around and walked towards the cabin.
After he walked into the cabin and closed the door tightly.
Zhan Guo stood in the dim cabin without saying a word for a long time.
Then,
the furious voice of the admiral sounded in the cabin.
"What a sin!!"
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Deep Sea Prison, Impel Down.
First floor platform on the sea.
"Come, give me a hand!"
"So many goods! What are these!"
"Oh my God... all high-end cigarettes and alcohol, frozen fresh meat, ham and bacon!"
"I knew that the headquarters would definitely not give up our Impel Down!"
"How is this possible? Don't forget how we have lived these years!"
"Why do you need to deliver so many supplies to us... what are those, watermelons and bananas, what do I see! Fresh fruit!"
"..."
The jailers stared at the goods that were constantly being moved down from the material transport ship in front of them, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Some were excited, some were shocked, some were suspicious, and some couldn't help crying with joy.
Although they have an income that most civilians envy and a living allowance in a harsh environment as they work in the city of Impel Down, they are isolated from the world and have no channels to buy these high-end consumer goods.
In order to ensure security, the supply of materials in the city of Impel Down has always been very tight.
Because every time the supply of materials is delivered, it must rely on a dedicated transport ship to be transported from the outside world to the city of Impel Down.
The transport ship itself has a limited cargo capacity, so in addition to necessities, it does not transport "pleasure" materials such as cigarettes, cigars, spirits and fresh fruits.
So when everyone saw the boxes of cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea, coffee and fruit unloaded in front of them, they were stunned and felt like they were dreaming.
"Don't be stunned, send all these goods to the fifth floor!"
At this time, Director Boggs, holding a steel fork, walked over with his hands on his waist and shouted loudly.
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The sixth underground floor, infinite hell.
The empty prison passage was still filled with a strong stench and smell of blood.
The oil lamps on the wall were beating tenaciously, swaying with light that was either bright or dark.
On the ground of the passage, more than a dozen criminals were lying on the ground, with bruised faces and swollen noses, grimacing in pain, and making miserable wails.
In the middle of them, Darren stood there panting, his upper body naked, revealing criss-crossing scars.
His body was covered with blood, which flowed down his arms and then dripped onto the ground along the seastone shackles on his hands.
His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and the hot air from his mouth and nose formed mist in the air.
In the cells on both sides of the prison passage, pairs of green eyes loomed in the darkness, like a group of beasts ready to move, staring at Darren.
"Your improvement has become more and more obvious."
At this time, a smiling voice came from the darkness.
As the light shone, Redfield's figure emerged from the shadows.
He was still calm and composed in his prison uniform, sitting on the ground gracefully.
"These little devils in your Navy Headquarters who are called "monsters" are really more surprising than each other."
"You guys?"
Darren's breathing suddenly stopped.
He frowned, raised his hand to take off the black cloth covering his eyes, and squinted at Redfield.
"You mean... before me, someone else came to you?"
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Please everything, thank you very much.
