World Economic News Headline:
【Marine Justice Strikes! New World Pirates Face a "Absolute Justice" Purge!】
【New World Frontline Breaking News】 Shocking! Marine G-3 Base's two highest combat powers—Vice Admiral Sakazuki and Rear Admiral Gern, have swept across the New World seas with lightning speed in the past few days!
According to confirmation by this newspaper's daring embedded reporter, the two Admirals completely disregarded Marineford's orders, shutting down all communication devices.
They launched an indiscriminate annihilation operation against the forces under Golden Lion, the Flying Sky Fleet Admiral's Flying Sky Pirates!
Golden Lion's Third Division's "Blood Anchor" Pirate Crew was completely sunk.
"Iron Claw" Kozmo's cadre group met their demise by lava.
Rear Admiral Gern single-handedly destroyed three pirate strongholds.
Exclusive Inside Story: It is said that Marineford, to ensure the absolute correctness of this operation!
Directly ordered the two Admirals to not only shut down military Transponder Snails but also cut off all private communications, truly achieving "zero battlefield interference."
Thus, pirates once again felt the presence of Justice!!
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“God d*mn it, pirates once again felt the presence of Justice!!”
Marineford, Fleet Admiral's Office
“Bang!!” Kong slammed the newspaper down on the desk, and the solid wood surface instantly cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.
His pupils trembled slightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and even his breathing became heavy, his Mohawk hairstyle standing stiff.
“Wh-what…is…this…?” Kong squeezed out the words, one by one.
“Fleet Admiral!” At this moment, a Marine officer rushed in, drenched in sweat, “It’s just been confirmed, the news in the newspaper is absolutely accurate.
The G-3 Base's military communication channel has been... completely offline for two weeks!”
“What do you mean ‘completely offline’?!” Kong suddenly looked up, terrifying fury burning in his eyes: “And this happened two weeks ago?!”
“It, it’s exactly what it means!” The Marine officer swallowed.
“I heard that…Vice Admiral Sakazuki ordered all military communication equipment to be shut down, even encrypted frequencies were cut off!”
“What about private Transponder Snails?!”
“Also…also unreachable…” The Marine officer's voice grew softer towards the end.
“Also, Rear Admiral Gern's private Transponder Snail shows ‘powered off,’ and Vice Admiral Sakazuki's…directly shows ‘signal blocked’…”
“Good, good, good! So this is how you want to play!” People laugh when they are utterly speechless, and Kong had exactly that expression.
After a long while, he slowly stood up, hands braced on the desk, knuckles white from the force.
“So…you’re saying, saying….” His voice was terrifyingly calm.
“I, the dignified Fleet Admiral of the Marine, now have to learn about a large-scale encirclement operation launched by my own Admirals in the New World through that birdman Morgans’ newspaper?”
The Marine officer remained silent, head bowed, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor.
Kong suddenly grabbed his exclusive Transponder Snail from the desk, frantically trying Sakazuki and Gern.
“Bala, Bala…”
“The Transponder Snail you are calling is currently unreachable, please try again later…”
“Bang!!!” The Transponder Snail was crushed by Kong, mucus dripping between his fingers.
“Good…very good…” He sneered, the muscles on his face twitching unnaturally.
“Sakazuki…Gern…you two are truly something…”
Outside the office's floor-to-ceiling window, a news bird happened to fly by, still clutching the latest issue of the World Economic News in its beak.
Kong stared at that newspaper, then suddenly roared to the sky:
“Immediately prepare a Marine ship for me!!!”
“I’m going to the New World myself…to get those two bastards!!”
“Bring them!!”
“Back!!!!”
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New World, Ruya Island
“Crack!” Kuzan was half-covered in glistening ice, and cold air exhaled from his mouth, condensing into tiny ice crystals in the air.
Beside him, the recently frozen “Crescent Moon Hunter” Katarina Devon maintained a ferocious expression, her entire body transformed into a lifelike ice sculpture.
“Phew…what a troublesome and fickle woman.” Kuzan lazily scratched his head, reaching out to take the latest issue of the World Economic News dropped by the news seagull.
He casually glanced at the front-page headline, his gaze lingering on the title 【Marine Justice Runs Wild! New World Purge!】 for a moment, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.
“Pfft…hahahahaha!” Kuzan suddenly burst out laughing, ice crystals rattling down with his laughter.
“What was Fleet Admiral Kong thinking?” He wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye, his tone filled with undisguised schadenfreude.
“He actually put Sakazuki and Gern together? It’d be strange if it didn’t explode, wouldn't it?”
Then, with one hand in his pocket, he casually shook the newspaper with the other, continuing to read.
“Oh? Even private communications were cut off?” Kuzan raised an eyebrow, “That’s thorough…but, it is their style.”
After speaking, he turned to glance at Katarina Devon, frozen into an ice sculpture: “It seems the New World will be very lively recently…
Too bad, I still have a pile of ‘chores’ to deal with here.”
Kuzan slowly began to walk, ice spreading with his steps, his lazy voice drifting in the cold wind.
“Ara la la…I hope Fleet Admiral Kong at Marineford doesn’t get so angry he tears Marineford down.”
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Meanwhile, New World G-3 Sea, Gern’s Route
On the Marine ship, the sea wind howled, and waves surged.
Gern stood at the bow, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the approaching pirate ship.
Because the flag fluttering in the wind…was the symbol of the Whitebeard Pirates.
“Whitebeard didn’t come, but a troublesome fellow did!” Gern’s gaze slowly moved upward, finally settling on the tall figure at the ship’s bow.
The man was burly, with an exaggerated circular flat hairstyle, and a prominent widow’s peak and triangular sideburns on his forehead.
He wore an orange kimono, his legs bare, with a crescent moon pattern embroidered on the front of his robe, and large purple-white shimenawa ropes wrapped around his shoulders and waist, their knots trailing behind him, swaying in the sea wind.
Most striking were the two swords hanging at his waist—ame no habakiri and Enma.
“Kozuki Oden…” Gern murmured the name, his eyes growing solemn.
Or rather, the current Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, the Wano Country samurai, “Samurai” Kozuki Oden!
“Rear Admiral Gern!” The Sergeant beside him swallowed nervously, “Should…should we avoid him? That’s Whitebeard’s man!”
“We can’t leave.” Libo’s voice was terrifyingly calm, her hands already clenched. Even with her newly awakened Observation Haki, she could clearly feel the pure fighting intent.
“Why?!” The Sergeant’s voice suddenly rose.
Gern didn't answer, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Oden in the distance suddenly grinned, his smile as wild as a drawn blade.
His thick arm raised high, a thunderous roar came: “Hey! Marine, I finally found you!”
“Steer the ship towards the nearest island…” Gern’s right hand slowly moved to black blade eight desolations, and strange vibrating ripples began to distort around him.
“Once I land on the island, everyone, including you, Libo. Do not come near!”
“Rear Admiral Gern…” The Sergeant stared blankly at Gern’s Justice cloak.
“Didn’t you ask why we can’t leave?” Gern suddenly showed a smile, and the bandages on black blade eight desolations automatically unraveled.
“Because this madman…” The blade was completely exposed, dark red cracks bursting with dazzling light.
“Is coming straight for me!!!”