Mr. Brownie's Ordeal

"Vulture?"

Dragon nodded knowingly; he certainly knew that Sirius and the others had just had a fierce fight with Vulture on Bariaria Island a few days ago.

"Of course I know. In fact, the reason that guy came to the East Blue this time is probably because of me."

"So, I was actually caught in the crossfire?"

Sirius's eyes widened. "Hey, Dragon, it would be really unfair if you didn't treat me to a meal, wouldn't it?"

"Hahahaha," Dragon laughed heartily, "That's not a problem at all."

"Before you treat me to a meal, tell me all about this Vulture guy," Sirius said.

"That Vulture guy is one of CP0's three Strongest Shield candidates."

Dragon said.

"A candidate for the Strongest Shield?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He felt something was off.

Since the battle between the North Sea and Zephyr, he has been referred to as Emperor Candidate.

And the navy will also have candidates for Admiral in the future.

Now another candidate for the Strongest Shield has emerged.

What is this? Is everything a candidate for replacement?

"The Strongest Shield?"

Yamato asked, somewhat bewildered, "What is that?"

"This is the pinnacle of CP0!"

Dragon said seriously, "The Celestial Dragon's Strongest Shield! A guy whose status in the government is second only to the Five Elders!"

"That sounds amazing!"

Yamato exclaimed in astonishment, completely bewildered.

"No wonder that guy is so strong," Sirius said.

"The Vulture's abilities are indeed very troublesome," Dragon said. "To fight him, the primary condition is to possess extremely strong Haki; otherwise, once he touches you, the battle will be almost over."

Sirius glanced at Dragon, "Are you saying my Haki isn't strong enough?"

"If you, Mr. Sirius, have designs on that guy, then I think we can start working together," Dragon suddenly said.

"What?" Sirius in surprise.

"That guy did something we absolutely cannot forgive."

In a certain area of East Blue Sea, massive warships sailed against the wind and waves. The white sails on their masts billowed in the wind, further highlighting the large characters for "justice" emblazoned on them.

However, if someone knowledgeable were to see these warships, they would realize that they are not warships in the ordinary sense; they are prison ships.

At that moment, inside a prison ship, in a cell, came screams as if a pig was being slaughtered.

"I have rendered meritorious service to the Navy! I want to see the Admiral! I want to see the Fleet Admiral!"

A fat man with a bruised and swollen face, whose oversized prison uniform was stretched into a tight-fitting suit, clung to the cell bars and shouted, "Do you know who I am? I am the illustrious Lord Brownie!! How dare you treat me like this!"

The sailors guarding this cell were thoroughly annoyed; the fat man had been howling the whole way, so they simply plugged his ears with cotton to get some peace and quiet.

Even the other prisoners couldn't take it anymore. One of them yelled, "You fatso, how long are you going to keep yelling?! It's so noisy! I've had enough of you!"

"Huh? You bastard, do you even know who I am?"

The fat man retorted without any politeness, "I'm Colonel Brownie, the commander of the Brann Island Marine Base!! How dare you talk to me like that? You want to be shot, don't you!"

"Hey, what's that Marine Colonel doing locked up with us prisoners?" someone teased.

The fat man was furious, "That's because those bastards framed me! I'm a decorated warrior, renowned far and wide—"

"Mr. Brownie, perhaps we should stop arguing?"

Inside the same cell, a prisoner spoke up weakly, "The kids who finally managed to fall asleep are being woken up."

"Who cares about you!"

The fat man roared without turning his head, "I'm not having this! Why do I have to suffer like this?!"

He continued shouting incessantly, "I want to see the Fleet Admiral!! Fleet Admiral Sengoku! You be the judge! Your loyal subordinate has been framed!"

The prisoners were at their wits' end.

"That fatso is such a nuisance! Even though he's a good person."

"Yes, that's all that's left of his good points, being a good person."

The fat man's shouting made the children in the prison start crying loudly as well.

Finally, the officer in command of the ship could no longer sit still.

An elderly navy officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder stormed into the prison.

"Brownie! What the hell are you yelling about, you bastard! We can hear you on deck!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the fat man's anger immediately turned to joy. "Uncle Subaru, my old superior, I'm innocent!"

"You're blaming me for nothing!"

"Boldly defying military orders and even attempting to obstruct naval operations, "the Marine Colonel named Subaru roared. "I've already done my utmost to plead for you before I killed you on the spot."

"I know, I know, but haven't I already realized my mistake?"

The fat man smiled ingratiatingly, "Old sir, how about I contact Fleet Admiral Sengoku and explain things to him personally? Maybe he'll let me off the hook because of my past glorious achievements."

"You have no glorious military achievements whatsoever!"

The old officer rolled his eyes. "Not long ago, you sent Red-Legged Zeff to Brann Island to do some business, didn't you?"

"Which scoundrel is distorting the truth?"

The fat man's eyebrows shot up in anger. "I was the one who fair and square repelled that Zeff guy! I scared him so much that he doesn't dare to be a pirate anymore! I heard he opened a restaurant now, all thanks to me!"

"Okay, Brownie, I know what you're trying to do,"

The old officer's anger subsided, and he sighed, "It's no use. That person is a high-ranking CP0 official. He bypassed Fleet Admiral Sengoku and issued the order directly through the government. Even the Fleet Admiral is powerless to do anything about it."

"Hehehe,"

The fat man didn't seem to mind, and said with a grin, "We have to give it a try."

"Otherwise, I won't be satisfied! I finally got promoted to colonel!" he said through gritted teeth. "I'm even hoping to be transferred to headquarters!"

"How long are you going to keep pretending to be crazy?!"

The old superior roared, "From the moment you made that decision, you should have known what kind of fate awaited you!"

"I just can't believe it,"

The fat man said, feeling wronged, that he stepped aside to let his old superior see the people behind him. "These guys don't look like Revolutionary Army at all. They must have made a mistake."

Behind the fat man, there were many other people in the prison, men and women, old and young, including several babies nursing in their Mother' arms.

"..."

The old officer remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Brownie, why can't you just be a despicable Brownie?"

The fat man instantly flew into a rage, "Which bastard called me despicable?! I'm a righteous navy man who fights for justice!"

"..."

The former superior clenched his fist.

After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "You will be sent to the Kingdom of Bridges. Be prepared."

He turned and left.

"Huh? That bridge that's been under construction for seven hundred years?"

The fat man's expression suddenly changed drastically. "You want me to repair the bridge? I'll definitely die there!"

"Hey! Old sir! Why don't you talk to them and suggest we go somewhere else?"

"Sir? Subaru? You bastard, at least acknowledge me!"

Watching the old officer leave without a word, the fat man flew into a rage and began to curse loudly.

A barrage of offensive slang and vulgar language was unleashed.

A cautious voice came from a corner of the cell.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brownie, we've dragged you into this."

"Shut your mouth!"

Brownie rolled his eyes without turning around. "How dare you drag me down with you guys!"

The prisoners remained silent, terrified.

She's someone I really don't know how to get along with.

Thank you to the boss of "Life is a Result" for the 100-point character reward, and thank you to the boss of "Crayon Shin-chan" for the 1,000-point character reward!