The Gorōsei (Five Elder Stars), the highest authority of the World Government, expressed their views in the conference room and soon reached a consensus.
"There has always been no shortage of radicals in the army. We can't simply pin our hopes on their self-discipline. It's like a killing knife. The sharper it is, the more eager it is to drink blood. The hand holding the knife needs to manipulate it to kill the enemy, but never try to point the blade at yourself. Even if it's just an inconspicuous moment, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be a tragedy." White robe, thin glasses on his bald head, clogs on his feet, and his palm stroking the scabbard.
"The departure of the Buddhist Warring States is inevitable. We need the successor of the next Fleet Admiral to be obedient enough. Now it seems necessary to take some measures. Akainu's ideas are too dangerous. Letting Aokiji take over is more in line with the world's choice." The Gorōsei (Five Elder Stars) who finally spoke had neat blond hair. He pinched his eyebrows and said deeply, "The Marine Headquarters needs to be knocked. In addition, let the CP9 deal with the Alabasta incident."
Black boots stepped on the bloody ground. Corpses were strewn all over the ground. A white dove that symbolized peace stood on the shoulder of the black-silk suit that was dyed red. The hand that peeked out of the cuff was like steel clamping down on the throat of the other party, pressing the body against the wall.
"Cough …" The man's chest heaved up and down, his face flushed red as he stared at the assassin who was choking his breath. The ground was littered with corpses that looked like rags, telling him how powerful and cruel the assassin was. Behind the man, there were a few people with cold auras and blood dripping from their hands. They were looking at him with cold and mocking eyes.
"In November 1514 of the Haiyuan calendar, a batch of experimental equipment was secretly transported to the hands of the fugitive scientist, Adams. Whose hands did this batch of high-precision experimental equipment pass through? How did you make the deal with Adams? Or rather, who is the sponsor behind Adams' escape and experiments?" The strange tattooed eyebrows that looked like tadpoles raised slightly, reflecting the indifference in the pair of eyes below.
The secret operation to arrest Adams failed, and Gabra was lost contact with him and was judged to be dead. They immediately suspected the mysterious financier behind Adams.
"That's … That person is …" The man opened his mouth and breathed with difficulty. The fear in his lowered eyes faded strangely and was replaced by madness and ferocity. It was as if some kind of emergency mechanism buried in his brain had been activated. He let out an inhuman roar from his throat and stretched his arms out to grab the other side.
His sharp fingers scratched the blood-stained suit and drew a line of sparks on the man's chest like a knife scraping against an iron plate. Only a faint white mark was left, and then there was the sound of bones being broken.
"It's the same reaction again. These guys seem to have been brainwashed. Once they are asked this question, they will launch a suicidal attack." Kalifa held a whip covered with flesh and skin in her hand. She looked at the corpse that was thrown to the ground with its neck strangely bent backward. She took a quick glance and looked at the captain, Lucci, and asked, "The clue is broken again, what should we do next?"
Rob Lucci, the captain of the CP9, the executioner of justice, known as the strongest and coldest killing weapon in the history of the CP9. He is also known as the strongest member of the CP9 in the last 800 years of Enies Lobby.
He indifferently took the white handkerchief handed over and carefully wiped the blood stains on his hands. Without saying a word, he walked out of the corridor covered with corpses. Kalifa and the other official members of the CP9 also silently followed, wiping the coagulated blood on their hands and faces as they walked.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dead silent corridor …
"Kalifa, Kaku, and Blueno, you guys immediately return to Water 7 and continue to hibernate. The rest of you, come with me to Alabasta." Lucci walked out of the house and put on a tall black hat. His whole cheeks were hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his true expression.
"Is there a clue pointing to Alabasta?" His short legs had a round body, his head was like an owl's, and his mouth was exaggeratedly wide open. He quickly covered his mouth, and then he realized that he was talking too much. He quickly pulled the layer of zipper sewn on his mouth and closed his whole mouth tightly. Only a pair of nostrils could be seen.
"We will take revenge for Jabra, but we have to put it down first. We have a new mission that needs to be dealt with immediately." Lucci said with a gloomy tone.
Several members immediately parted at the fork in the road ahead according to Lucci's order, and their backs gradually merged into the darkness of the night.
…
Marin Van Do, inside the huge military fortress of the Marine Headquarters.
Akasugi Akasugi walked into the top floor. His figure was getting stronger and stronger, and the dark red suit couldn't cover his angular muscles. Each piece of his body was full of explosive power like steel. His hair was meticulously combed back and covered by a navy hat. A rose was pinned to the collar position, and the color of magma was like a rose. Behind him was a wide white military flag. The word "Justice" was particularly thick and black, shaking like waves as he walked, giving people a murderous sense of oppression.
He followed the corner and went up the stairs all the way to the top floor. Along the way, the soldiers on guard all stood upright and saluted him, looking at him in awe. He looked straight ahead and walked towards the innermost office. His black gloves seemed to be steaming outside.
Bang bang bang.
With a heavy knock on the door, the door embedded with a white dove pattern was pushed open with a click, revealing the scene inside. Marine Fleet Admiral Buddha Sengoku, wearing a seagull-shaped military hat on his head and a braided beard on his chin, was wiping a pair of frog-shaped glasses. After hearing the sound of the door opening, he faintly looked over.
Sakasugi has always disagreed with the Fleet Admiral's aesthetic taste, just as he has never agreed with the Fleet Admiral's idea of being in charge of the Marine. In this regard, Kozan Aokiji is his successor.
Thinking like this, Sakasugi glanced over Sengoku and looked at the man sitting on the sofa, wearing a white suit and a dark blue shirt, but he saw a green eye patch on the other side's eyes, and the tip of his nose was rhythmically spitting out a bubble.
Pop.
The bubble burst, Kozan yawned and took off the eye patch. Seeing Sakasugi's undisguised disgust, he just wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and showed a noncommittal sneer.
At the moment when their eyes met, it was as if ice and magma collided, and a terrible pressure spread in the room. Water and fire were born incompatible, and a layer of white mist appeared in the middle.
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