Pirates: The Strongest Vice Admiral In History

Back at the branch, just in time to meet the oncoming base chief.

He is no longer the tall man he was back then. More than ten years have passed, and many things have changed.

The original head of the base, including the Marine who led him in, is gone.

The current head of the base is a strong man named Hans, who was only transferred half a year ago, with the rank of colonel.

"Dylan," Hans looked at Dylan who was about to walk in and stopped him: "Have you gone to find 'Red Hair'?"

Dylan nodded: "Looked at it from a distance, but didn't make contact. After all, this guy has been very popular in recent years."

Hans agreed, Shanks, this guy has indeed been very popular in the past few years. Although there is a lot of power gap with the older generation, it is said that he has a place in "New World".

After Roger's death, the arrogance of the pirates was not suppressed, but intensified.

In today's "New World", people call Whitebeard, Big Mom, and Beasts the "Emperor of the Sea".

Nonsense!

"By the way, the pressure on the Grand Line has been increasing over the past few years, and the headquarters has issued a summoning order. I heard that you refused before?"

Hans didn't know much about Dylan's past, only some elderly veterans vaguely remembered that this guy had been in the branch for a long time.

Even his military rank has reached the level of a major in small accumulations.

Major, you need to go to the headquarters to be awarded the title.

"Your title has not been officially completed, this time..."

"I'm going this time, when?"

Dylan looked past Hans, looking at the Marine's flag waving in the wind as before.

Hans breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy has a very high prestige in the branch, and in many cases, Dylan's orders are more effective than those of him, the head of the base.

"As soon as possible, due to the consideration of the distance, I will give you three months, and I will report to the headquarters if possible."

Hans once studied Dylan's information, and the information left by the former base chief shows:

Adams Dylan.

The place of birth is unknown.

orphan.

Joined the Marine at the age of nine.

Calm personality, physical fitness Penultimate.

Uphold justice and peace.

Then there are the achievements and feats of Dylan supplemented by successive base chiefs.

Dozens of pages are densely packed, although they are all some pirates with low rewards, but there are too many to hold.

During his tenure, Dylan also personally added nearly four pages of record feats.

What a monster!

Looking at Dylan going away, Hans muttered.

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Shimotsuki village.

Dylan stretched as he stepped onto the island.

Unexpectedly, this place happened to be on the route.

People around saw him throwing the long black knife with strange expressions.

"Are you here to challenge Koshiro too?"

Dylan followed the voice and saw that it was a young man with a knife pinned to his waist.

"No, just to see..."

In the original book, Shimotsuki Village is inextricably linked to Wanokuni and the Revolutionary Army, and that squinting-eyed Koshiro does not seem to be a simple character.

Before Dylan finished speaking, a rough voice suddenly came from behind: "Hey! You! You knife thief."

Dylan continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard of it, and the voice behind him burst into anger: "What about you? The one in white, who stole my famous knife, is he going to leave?"

Dylan paused, turned around and looked over, a ronin with a shaved head was staring at the black scabbard on Dylan's waist with bright eyes.

The Ronin licked his parched lips.

This must be a good knife! He could even feel that even hiding it in the scabbard couldn't conceal its sharpness.

The onlookers saw him and retreated to the side.

This guy... is a famous ronin in the neighborhood, and he is as fast as lightning.

But...he is a rogue, and I don't know why the rogue has such a talent for swordsmanship.

"Is this your knife?" Dylan raised his eyelids casually, looking at the man with Tsukiyo's hair.

This hairstyle annoys him.

"Give you five seconds, get out of my sight." A cold voice sounded in Ronin's ear.

Not only was the Ronin not afraid but he laughed, and then he leaned forward slightly, holding the handle of the knife on the left side of his body with his right hand: "In that case..."

A red light flashed, and Ronin suddenly felt a cold feeling on his neck.

Then he felt dizzy for a while, and saw a scene that was very puzzling to him.

who is this

Why wear your own clothes? Still holding your own knife?

This time, I really met a knife thief...

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and Dylan turned and left without paying attention.

"I'm sorry, it's been the blood of these trash fish all along."

There was a slight vibration from the black scabbard around his waist.

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One Heart Dojo.

Koshiro got up slowly when he heard the noise outside and walked to the door.

Dylan was already standing in the courtyard, while a large group of people stood outside the gate, seemingly waiting for something.

Koshiro, wearing glasses, smiled at Dylan: "Excuse me..."

Dylan looked at Koshiro's weak look, and suddenly thought of something interesting.

"I heard that guys with squinting eyes are very strong?"

The people watching outside the door said "Oh~~" neatly, and then showed an expression that really did.

"The guest was joking." Koshiro didn't seem to be angry at all, and still asked politely: "Excuse me, guest..."

Dylan smiled: "Just kidding, I'm not here to find fault, I just want the curator to show me the knife."

"Oh?" Koshiro looked towards the long knife on Dylan's waist.

"Inside please, guest."

Seeing that there was no fight, the people outside the door left in disappointment.

With a pitch-black scabbard and a dark red handle, Koshiro held Dylan's long knife in both hands and frowned slightly.

As if with a hint of anticipation and a hint of entanglement, Koshiro slowly pulled out the long knife.

A bloody smell rushed from the black-red knife, and there was even a faint ray of blood escaping from the knife.

"Snapped!"

Koshiro immediately put away the blade and handed it back to Dylan.

"Sura, one of the twelve masters of the Supreme Sword."

Dylan took Shura, stroked the scabbard lightly, and the bloody smell in the air disappeared instantly.

"Is there any characteristic?"

Koshiro looked at Dylan with some surprise: "As for the characteristics...hasn't the guest already brought out its characteristics to the fullest?"

"Is that so..." Dylan stood up and greeted Koshiro slightly: "Thank you."

After Dylan left, Koshiro swallowed a bean-sized bead of sweat on his forehead, "Sura...was turned into a black sword by him, and he surrendered to him so much..."

After calming down, Koshiro returned to his original smiling face with squinting eyes and waved to the screen next to him, saying, "Come out, were you scared just now?"

Short-haired Kuina and a green algae head poked out from the side.

"Father...that person just now..."

"Ah...you are still far away from him, but...if you want to become the world's number one swordsman in the future, I think...he must be one of your biggest obstacles."

Just now, Shura just showed a trace of breath, which made the two of them almost faint. Even if they are usually very strong, they can't say anything big at this time.

Gu Yina clenched her fists tightly, turned and left without saying a word, Green Algae gritted her teeth and said "Damn it!" and then ran out.

Koshiro looked at the two with a smile on his face.

"The number one swordsman in the world..." Koshiro still felt suffocated thinking of that seemingly unknown man.

After verifying Dylan's identity, the patrolman guarding the small port saluted Dylan with a "snap" and watched Dylan go away.

The public had confirmed before that it was the ronin who tried to snatch the man's weapon, which led to the duel.

Although death by duel is not legally allowed, but... if it was an attack on Major Naval Headquarters instead, there would be no problem.

On a medium-sized merchant ship, Dylan rested on the side of the ship.

The lookout on the mast suddenly shouted: "No, it's a pirate ship."

After careful observation, the watchman's voice was distorted.

"Yes...it's Creek Pirates!"