"Why are you panicking? If Whitebeard dares to act recklessly, I will take action myself." Garp said calmly while chewing on a senbei.
"How dare you say such things?"
Akainu and Aokiji turned around and shouted at Garp in unison.
"Crocodile's fleet is also approaching several of our other bases on the Grand Line."
"The CPO kidnapped Princess Weiwei, completely angering the new Sea Emperor."
"And the CPO has never explained their actions."
"The navy's current situation can no longer be described as passive."
"If we take the initiative against Whitebeard now, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction and start an all-out war."
"Sakaski, are you up to this responsibility?"
Aokiji said in a cold tone.
When Akainu heard this, veins on his forehead bulged, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.
"How can such a compromised justice continue to be maintained?"
Akainu said this harshly, then turned around and left the meeting room angrily.
"We still have to choose a marshal eventually. It's not a good idea to keep arguing like this..." Lieutenant General He couldn't help but sigh again.
"It's because those five old guys didn't say anything." Karp blurted out with a hint of meaning.
The people in the room immediately looked at the outspoken old man.
"Ahaha, you can't say that. What I said just now doesn't count." After feeling the unfriendly gazes of the crowd, Karp hurriedly said with a dry laugh.
Grand Line, Navy G8 Branch.
As the supreme commander of this branch, Lieutenant General Jonathan's back was soaked with cold sweat at this time.
"You must be joking. A fleet of fifteen warships is coming to attack a small branch like mine."
"Leading this fleet is none other than the former Shichibukai, Bartholomew Kuma."
"What the hell is wrong with this world?"
"When did our navy become so degraded that other forces could attack our very doorstep?"
He glanced at the soldiers behind him who were facing a formidable enemy. Many of them had not yet recovered from the defeat in the Battle of Marineford, and their eyes revealed panic and fear.
Some soldiers were still wrapped in thick bandages, and could only force themselves to board the warship with their wounded bodies.
"Didn't we just finish the war? Why are we fighting again?"
"The one we fought before was Whitebeard, this time it's Sand Crocodile."
"We only have ten warships and more than 6,000 men, while the enemy has twice as many men as us."
"Can we win? Previously, 100,000 men were defeated by the Whitebeard Pirates' 50,000 men."
"If we surrender, will they treat the prisoners well? They seem to be regular troops after all."
"Asshole, if anyone says such depressing words again, I will kill him immediately."
Navy morale is at an all-time low.
The other four naval branches also had similar situations.
Grand Line, Kingdom of Isaac
"Have you found out? Whose force is it? Could it be pirates?" King Julian asked his army marshal in a panic.
"Your Majesty, this fleet is not a pirate fleet. It is flying the royal flag of Alabasta." The marshal's expression was also very uneasy.
"Not a pirate? That's good, that's good."
"I met King Cobra of Alabasta at the World Conference. That old guy was quite easy to talk to." King Julian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
"However, the small envoy boat we sent to negotiate was sunk by the other side." The marshal said with a sad face.
"What did you say?" King Julian jumped up from his throne in shock.
"It's over, it's over. It seems there's nothing to talk about." King Julian was so scared that he was about to cry.
"Your Majesty, how about we run away?"
"Let's leave the country for the time being. Once the storm has passed, the World Government will naturally bring justice to us," suggested the Marshal.
"You're right, you're right!"
The marshal's proposal was immediately approved by the king, and the entire palace began to take action, packing up valuables and preparing to escape.
However, when they arrived at the port on the other side of the island, they found that it was already crowded with citizens who also wanted to escape.
Even though the soldiers cursed and pushed fiercely, no one was willing to give way.
Cries and shouts echoed throughout the port.
Holy Land Mary Joa.
Late at night, the Ark Proverbs slowly flew over the island.
In addition to Enel, there were six unremarkable-looking men and women on the ship.
"Bruno, we should go," one of them said calmly.
The other person stretched out his hand to the air in front of him without saying a word, and with a pull, a small round door opened in the air.
The six people entered one after another without saying anything.
In a dark street in the city below, another door opened in the void.
A team of patrolling soldiers had just passed through an alley when the soldier at the end of the line was suddenly dragged in and his neck was broken.
In just a few breaths, a man who looked exactly like the soldier just now quickly rejoined the patrol team.
Near the CP headquarters, an agent in a black suit was walking quickly with a briefcase in hand. Just as he passed through an alley, he was also dragged into it.
Not long after, the agent walked out of the alley again and headed towards the CP headquarters.
When he arrived at the gate and faced the questioning of the guard at the gate, the agent casually said the code word and successfully entered the CP headquarters.
In a luxurious villa, the man got up to go to the bathroom.
Just as he unzipped his pants and tried to free himself, a small door mysteriously opened in the air behind him.
A pair of big hands covered his mouth from behind, and there was a crisp "click" sound.
The man's head was rotated 180 degrees, and then he fell forward with a dull "bang".
The hostess in the house was awakened and came out cautiously to check. She saw the scene of her husband's tragic death for no reason at a glance, and her screams of terror echoed throughout the street.
Such bizarre and strange scenes kept happening in Mary Geoise.
The city, which was originally quiet in the middle of the night, suddenly became brightly lit.
Screams, cries, and calls for help were everywhere.
The Holy Land Guards were like firefighters, running around the city.
"This way of fighting is so boring. I don't know if there will be a suitable opponent tomorrow to let me stretch my muscles."
On the Ark Proverbs, Enel yawned, lazily pointed the golden scepter in his hand toward the sky, and a bolt of lightning shot straight into the sky.
The sky above Mary Geoise suddenly began to change.
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