"Boom! Boom!" Not long after, there was a knock on the door. The flying squirrel raised his head and saw Smoker standing at the door. His head felt even more swollen and painful. A black-haired girl made him physically and mentally exhausted, and here came another problem child from the headquarters. Did he offend anyone? "Smoker reports in!" "come in." The flying squirrel spoke in a somewhat weak voice. "Yes." Smoker came to the desk. Before coming to the G-1 branch, he went to the headquarters first and submitted an application to Marshal Sengoku to go to G-1 according to the procedures. He can do whatever he wants in Rogue Town and no one can control him, but when he returns to the headquarters, he still has to follow the rules.

The flying squirrel looked at Smoker and asked listlessly, "You applied to join the G-1 branch. What are your plans?" "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!" Smoker said sullenly, "Excuse me, has Colonel Loya come to Branch G-1?" "Don't mention that bastard to me!" When the flying squirrel heard Loya's name, he became furious. The kid has only been here for three days, but he feels like three long months have passed. Do you know how he managed to get through these three days? Smoker was a little stunned. Why does it feel like Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel is so resentful? Calculating the time, Luo Ya has only been in office in the G-1 branch for two or three days at most. It's unlikely that the guy would cause trouble as soon as he arrived. Smoker considered it for a moment, but was still determined: "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I want to join Colonel Loya." "Be that boy's subordinate?" The flying squirrel was stunned. Are you crazy? Smoker, you are a legitimate elite colonel in our headquarters, how could you work for that bastard? "Yes." Smoker replied calmly. When he left Rogue Town, he had already decided that instead of following a bunch of rubbish like before, it would be better to stay under Loya. At least Loya's work suited his taste. Moreover, he wants to defeat Loya! The flying squirrel gave Smoker a long look.

Although Smoker has a lot of problems, he does have good strength and is a natural ability user with unlimited potential. He originally planned to let Smoker settle down for a while, and after two years, he would hand over one of the branch's formations to Smoker to lead. But Smoker asked for it on his own initiative, and it seemed that he came here just for Loya, so he couldn't ignore Smoker's wishes. "I am planning to establish the 1th G-11 Squadron, led by Colonel Loya. Since you want to work with him, then join the 11th Squadron." "Yes, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel!" Smoker was a little confused as to what was happening with the 11th Division. The organization of the G-1 branch was the same as the headquarters, with 10 divisions of permanent troops. Besides, Loya is only a colonel, so even if a new formation is established, it would not be his turn to lead it. The flying squirrel also has a hard time expressing its suffering. It is very troublesome to build a new formation. It cannot be done in a day or two. Not only does it need to be equipped with dedicated warships and logistical personnel, but it also costs a lot of money. But thinking that Luoya had only been here for three days and had already messed up the branch, it would be better to send Luoya out, and it would be best if he didn't come back. "Dong dong!" There was a knock on the door, and it was the adjutant Colonel Harry who returned. Adjutant Harry held a newspaper and said with a stiff face, "Admiral Flying Squirrel, the latest issue of the newspaper is on sale. You'd better take a look." "Why, any big news?" The flying squirrel was in a good mood. Because information flow was difficult, reading newspapers was one of the greatest pleasures for many officers, and he was no exception. Something big must have happened to make the adjutant so solemn. Could it be that the Four Emperors clashed with each other? Or is there a new Pirate Supernova? "Harry, make me a cup of coffee, and Smoker too." "Ok." Harry smiled wryly and made some coffee. It is Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's habit to drink coffee and read the newspaper. I just don't know if Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel will still be in the mood to drink coffee later. "Smoker, have some coffee before you go." "Okay, Admiral Flying Squirrel." Smoker didn't refuse and sat on the sofa with the flying squirrel. He was also a little curious about the information in the newspaper. After a while, the flying squirrel crossed his legs and drank his coffee, then picked up the newspaper with great anticipation, thinking of relaxing. What interesting big news will it be? When the flying squirrel saw the headline "Mohawk is the best in the world" on the front page, his heart skipped a beat. Then he saw the photo of the G-1 training ground and the group of monsters in the photo.

"puff!" The coffee spurted out. "Loya!!!" The angry roar echoed in the office. Smoker picked up the newspaper and looked at Loya and Barto's aggressive postures and their uniform Mohawk hair. "puff!" The coffee also sprayed out. He was only two or three days late, what on earth did these idiots do! Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office. Karp covered his belly and lay on the sofa, laughing out of breath: "Haha, these little guys are so funny!" "Damn it, how can this be fun!" Zhan Guo threw the newspaper to the ground, covered his aching forehead, and gritted his teeth and said, "Such an outrageous act was committed in the most important G-1 branch fortress of the Navy, and it was published in the newspaper. The Navy will lose face!" "Pfft hahaha!" "Garp, how long are you going to laugh?" Zefa tried to smooth things over: "Sengoku, please don't blame Garp." "you shut up!" Zhan Guo became even angrier: "Zefa, you also have an unshirkable responsibility in this matter!" On this day, people all over the world remembered one thing. Mohawk is the best in the world! Chapter 116 What is a trend? As time went by, the impact of the news headlines continued to ferment, and the Mohawk Squadron of the G-1 branch became the focus of discussion at major naval bases. The name "Black Hair" once again spread throughout the Navy. And within the G-1 branch. All the marines were watching Black Hair and his subordinates, wanting to see what other outrageous farce Black Hair could come up with, but Black Hair suddenly became quiet. Not only that, the black-haired man took his subordinates to train on time every day, and his level of effort was not inferior to theirs, and even better. The man with black hair seemed like a different person, steady and stern. Even his group of rogue subordinates were trained to death by him, but they were all so obedient that they dared not resist. If anyone makes a mistake, the black hair will really hit him with a whip, showing no mercy, and the severity will make many sailors frightened! Apart from the overall hairstyle which is still bold and eye-catching, the performance in other aspects can only be described as excellent.

The huge contrast between the before and after not only puzzled the Marines, but also caught the officers off guard. Isn't this normal? In the training ground, the Mohican phalanx is marching forward with heavy loads. "Move!" "This is not the East China Sea. The enemy will be stronger than you imagine. If you want to survive in this sea, give me mental training!" "I know you want to cause trouble, but the prerequisite for doing so is to have the confidence. No one will tolerate you once you leave this fortress!" Luoya followed the training formation with a blood-stained whip in his hand. Anyone who slacked off would be made to bleed with a single whip. Even Barto was beaten and cried out. His goal has been achieved. Now all the officers in the base know that he is not someone to be trifled with. Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel has also given him enough power, especially the control of the 11th Squadron. There's no need to continue causing trouble. When he first came here, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel could still take care of him for the sake of Teacher Zefa, but if he didn't know what was good for him and kept asking for more, he would definitely suffer the consequences. In the next few days, Loya was immersed in training his subordinates and ignored the situation in the outside world. A piece of news detonated the G-1 branch. "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel is going to establish the 11th formation?" "And it's a pirate subjugation team!" "The captain has black hair!" The news spread throughout the G-1 branch as quickly as the sea breeze. Only then did the officers realize what was happening. No wonder the black-haired man was so honest. It turned out that he had secretly taken advantage of the situation. jealous! Under normal circumstances, the commander of a formal formation must have a rank of at least major general, and a brigadier general can only be the captain of a battalion of 100 men. And Black-haired was only a colonel, yet he could command an entire formation. How could this not make people jealous? Many brigadier generals and major generals were waiting for this opportunity. "Damn black hair!" The officers were dissatisfied, but when they thought about the consequences of provoking the black-haired man, they had to think about it, because that guy would bite like a mad dog. Major General Yuchimula suffered a great loss and was put in solitary confinement for three days! Moreover, the members of the 11th Squadron were mainly the rogue navy brought by Black Hair, so whether they could be suppressed was also a question. Thunder, little rain. The officers were full of resentment in private, but on the surface no one wanted to provoke Black Hair, and no one competed with Black Hair for the control of the 11th Squadron. At the same time, the discussion about the Mohican team was quietly and subtly changing. "Mohawk is pretty cool!"

The Marines train together every day. At first, they thought Barto was funny, but after getting used to him over time, they inexplicably felt that he was cool. It’s hard to say what’s specifically cool about them, but when a group of Mohawks are sweating profusely during training, their wild spirit combined with their wild Mohawks seems to produce a subtle chemical reaction. Just like a pack of unruly wolves! Far ahead in momentum! "How about I also wear a Mohawk?" Many Marines were eager to take action, until some Marines put it into practice.