The dark barrel of the cannon rotated faintly, and the smell of steel spread with the sea breeze. The entire Cook Island lay quietly on the sea, and the cold atmosphere mixed with the heat of gunpowder was inexplicably restless.
The warship was almost close to the edge of the island, and the iron cannon on the warship also turned to lock on the fortress. Garp stared coldly at the soldiers in camouflage standing inside the fortress.
"It's really arrogant, when did the East Blue countries dare to point their cannons at the Marine Battleship from the headquarters." An officer operating the cannon scolded.
"Vice-Admiral Yarlin, what do you think?" Garp stared at Yarlin. He now began to suspect that the "seal" of the East Blue may not only be left behind by Golden Lion, but there may be other ambitious people behind it.
At the very least, the military fortress in front of him and Arikos gave him the feeling that a person was hiding behind a chessboard, placing his pieces step by step. What was revealed was only the tip of the iceberg.
"The world government and the Marine are two different branches, this is the rule!" Yarlin rubbed his eyebrows, and his eyes glanced at the flag on the top of the fortress. He said in a deep voice: "Even if the balance is beginning to tilt, but before Admiral Sakazuki really decides to do something, some face still has to be maintained."
Arlen met Garp's scrutinizing gaze. Garp's sense of smell was sharper than he'd expected. It seemed like Garp had already begun to suspect him. At Garp's level, there were some things that didn't require evidence. Just a hint of suspicion was enough.
What's more, a legendary hero who took hostages to threaten the Marine, just to not be sent to Impel Down by the Sengoku, but insisted on returning to the East Blue, in Garp's eyes, it can be called "crazy". If you say that Yarlin didn't have other plans, he wouldn't believe it himself.
"The target of the Marine's attack is pirates, and Arikos is not on our list, keep the muzzles down." Yarlin ordered coldly.
The soldiers operating the iron cannons didn't move. As Garp's direct subordinates, they naturally wouldn't listen to Yarlin's orders, even if Yarlin had been promoted to the rank of Vice Admiral.
"It looks like I'm not worthy of my title as a vice admiral!" Arlen glanced at the soldiers on the deck and smiled warmly at Garp.
It was clearly a smile, but it gave Garp a sinister and cold feeling.
He lowered his palm, and the soldiers immediately obeyed and lowered their muzzles. The warship brushed past Cook's island and sailed away into the depths of the East Sea.
Not long after the warship left the area, the black haze in the sky strangely reappeared above Mount Lihua. A strange human face appeared in the black haze. The green haze that was sucked in was spat out from the face like a green waterfall, pouring into the ravine of the mountain.
It was as if the skin on his back had been torn open and the flesh had been torn open. The bloody wounds were healing again. Green pus was gushing out from the wounds. The skin and flesh were contracting and trembling. Dense hairs were growing out from the opened pores … They were all green and full of vitality.
The roots that had taken root in the mountain went even deeper. The intertwining roots passed through the dense cracks and entangled every inch of the soil in the mountain. The vines that were much thicker than the last time were intertwined to form a towering arch.
The green door continued to weave and rise, and eventually the whole thing disappeared into the depths of the black haze, and the thick thunder python emerged from the clouds.
The thunder drum surrounded by the black snake made a "plop" sound, the dark golden scepter stood in the black cloud, and Enel sat cross-legged in the thunder prison, gradually revealing his majestic figure.
Beside him, the arched door that towered into the dark clouds stopped growing. The vines on the arched door wriggled and weaved into a human face. Then, the human face was pulled away from the door, and Lucca's figure walked out from it. His gloomy emerald eyes flickered with an extremely dangerous light.
"The destructive power of the eighth order!"
"An old guy who hasn't withered yet!"
The conversation in the sky was cold and murderous. A huge black shadow emerged from the depths of the sea. It rushed through the narrow channel of rolling stones and smashed the rocks that blocked the way. It opened its bloody mouth and roared with hunger. Countless tentacles wrapped around the flesh and tendons grabbed the man-eating flowers that grew along the channel and pulled them into its mouth and swallowed them.
…
Two weeks later.
Shields Town!
Where Yarlin's Marine Road opened, two warships from the headquarters arrived and docked at the port. Neatly arranged Marine soldiers stood upright with guns in two rows. When Yarlin came out of the deck, they saluted in unison, their eyes showing undisguised fanaticism and awe.
Crowe stood at the front of a group of Marines. His eyes met with Yarlin for a moment, then he glanced at Garp who came out from behind. The gold-rimmed lenses reflected a cold light.
"Navy Branch 153!"
Garp waved his hand to signal the Marines on the warship to stay on the ship and wait for orders. He coldly glanced at the Marines of 153 Branch, and the pervasive chilliness and fanaticism made his heart sink slightly.
There was a kind of fanaticism in the air, and Garp could confirm that those eyes didn't leave Yarlin for a moment. Instead, he, the legendary hero of the Marines, became air.
"Is everything ready?"
Yarlin looked at Crowe who came to greet him, and a black light flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, everything is ready. Do you want to take Vice-Admiral Garp for a tour now?" Crowe put his hand on the frame of his glasses.
"Tour what?" Yarlin pulled open a button on his collar. His patience seemed to have been worn out. He stared at Yarlin and said in a deep voice: "We have arrived in the East Blue. Yarlin, this old man escorted you here according to the agreement. Where is Luffy?"
Yarlin shook his neck and walked towards the Naval Branch without looking back. The soldiers along the way turned around and stepped on the bluestone road with their guns, guarding Yarlin on both sides.
Koshiro held Wado Ichimonji in his hand and followed behind Yarlin. He looked up at the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, and there was not a trace of dust in the blue sky.
"Do you know, the air of Navy Branch 153 is filled with a fragrance all year round, and it is intoxicating!"
The faint voice with a trace of mystery entered Garp's ears: "The bright and full stamens are in full bloom, and the four seasons have never withered. That is because I use the blood and bones of pirates to irrigate these beautiful things. Well … I want to say that around the prison, I have personally planted a circle of flowers. I think Vice-Admiral Garp will be interested to see it."
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