【One Piece】Dawn in the Darkness

Chapter 266 Sending Letters

"We need to replenish some food. I wonder if there is a town on the island." Sanji took the cigarette out of his mouth, looked at the endless grassland and sparse trees in front of him, and complained, "But this island... looks like there is nothing."

"Wait for me!" Usopp hurriedly followed Qi and the others off the boat. He didn't want to stay on the boat alone.

"I wonder if those pirates have any usable Den Den Mushi." Lucci muttered to himself as he felt the breath appearing on the island. He then grabbed the railing and jumped off the boat, following the pace of the crowd.

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"hateful!"

This was the umpteenth time that Ace had run into the navy.

Squeezed in the small cabinet, he watched the navy searching for him walk past him for who knows how many times, while the letter he needed to send was still in his hand. Why on earth had he fallen into such a situation?

After listening to Moda's plight this morning, he offered to let her write another letter and he would help her deliver it to the naval base, which was the least he could do after she saved him, and the milk she gave him did taste good, and it would be a shame to waste something so good.

Although this might delay his speed of tracking Blackbeard, after searching on the sea for such a long time, taking a short break would be a good choice. His and Lucci's several experiences of infiltrating naval bases told him that the navy was basically not picky about their food, so he could also stay in the navy cafeteria for a short time.

And this mission was not troublesome, although the base did look impressively large from the outside. Ace looked at the huge fortress-like fortress in front of him, with the words G-2 Naval Base written on it.

This also answers why Moda didn't dare to deliver the letter in person, but for Ace, who has already partnered with Lucci to carry out many similar missions, this is a piece of cake.

Moreover, there are no powerful guys in this base, so as long as he sneaks into the naval base, finds a vice admiral named Cormier, and puts the letter in his hands or on his desk, maybe he can also find some information about pirates in this base, such as Blackbeard, even some gossip is better.

After he disguised himself, his infiltration was extremely smooth. He was wearing the same navy uniform as all the navy. He looked as ordinary as other navy officers and no one paid too much attention to him, which allowed him to blend in smoothly.

If he wanted to get some gossip, the best place to go was the kitchen. Of course, it wasn't because he was hungry.

To Ace's surprise, the meals at the naval base were so rich and completely self-service. Ace quickly picked up the tray and began to pick everything within reach on the buffet table, mainly meat and some spicy noodles.

The other marines, who were getting their food, looked on in awe as he piled the second, third, and fourth plates high.

Ace noticed the blank stare of one of the marines and gave him a pleasant smile, which of course quickly faded as he realized that he shouldn't be so conspicuous, so he found a table by the window and devoted himself to finishing the food in front of him, finishing most of it in less than five minutes.

Just as Ace was wolfing down the last of the food on his plate, the conversation between two marines caught his attention. He slowed down his eating and tried to hear what the marines were saying until he heard them mention Whitebeard. He stopped eating completely.

"Whitebeard is not as powerful as he used to be. He is old. His name is still intimidating only because of his subordinates."

"But he is still one of the Four Emperors, and he and the other three sea emperors have become one of the most powerful pirates of this era."

"So what? All the pirates of his era have already failed. I mean, he should disappear like the other pirates of the previous era!"

"Who do you think you're talking about!? Whitebeard can crush you with just a flick of his hand!!" Ace roared angrily, easily closing the distance between him and the two marines. He couldn't let such an insult pass easily, he was very angry now, his dad might be old, but he was still one of the strongest pirates of this era, and these damn marines should be in awe of him.

Hearing the rebuttal shout, the navy frowned and turned around dissatisfiedly, "Hey, you fucking..."

Ace didn't let him finish the rest of the sentence as he punched him in the face, sending him flying and slamming into the nearest wall, causing him to groan in pain.

The other marine stared at Ace in amazement, then glared at Ace angrily, rushed towards him, and grabbed his wrist "What are you doing!?"

Ace easily got rid of his hand and pushed him to the floor next to his colleague. Ace stared at the two marines lying on the ground, barely controlling his fruit ability to prevent the flames of anger from spreading out. "Stop posting those nonsense you know nothing about!"

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Fighting is against the rules!"

Looking at the chaotic scene in the restaurant, Ace reacted and felt a little annoyed. He shouldn't have attracted so much attention, but he didn't regret his behavior. However, he did need to solve the problem first.

Ace quickly straightened his hat and pushed it down. Taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd, he quickly left the scene. When passing by the fried rice area, he picked up a plate and hid in a corner. He ate while listening to the messy footsteps of the navy until they found him... Then he started running...

So back to the present, Ace, who was hiding in the closet, sighed. He had caused so much trouble just to deliver a letter...

Ace observed the situation outside through the gap, and waited until all the patrolling navy had finally left before he slowly opened the cabinet door. He didn't expect that the navy would send so many people to search for him just because of a fight. He had to quickly find the vice admiral named Cormier.

The footsteps and angry voices outside in the corridor had disappeared. Ace pushed open the door of the room in the temporary shelter, walked to the corridor, and looked around. The corridor here looked different from the restaurant he had fled frantically. The windows here were bigger and more gorgeous, and the view of the sea could be better enjoyed.

Just then, the creaking sound of wheels rolling on the floor and the clinking of cups rang in his ears. A marine was pushing a rickety tea cart, strolling at the end of the corridor, the fine china on the cart jingling. Ace quickly hid in the nearest corner.

The Navy dining cart eventually pulled up a few doors down, knocked, then opened the door and walked in with a tray from a cart, on which was a teapot and some cups.

Ace could hear conversation coming from inside, but couldn't make out any specific content.

The Marine quickly came out with the empty tray, placed the cart against the wall, and then left to the other side of the corridor.