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Originally, two weeks was the limit, but who would have thought that headquarters would suddenly issue a notice to convene an emergency meeting of generals? This clearly indicates that something big has happened.
Is there anything interesting happening again?
Karp, a natural entertainer, was overjoyed.
He walked along the white stone path, admiring the deep-sea fleet's training, nodding repeatedly.
This team is already about the same level of strength as my own G3 elites, not to mention that Zeffa occasionally goes in to give me guidance.
Moreover, the two leading girls, Ain and Alice, are also steadily improving their strength. Ain, being stronger, could easily become a lieutenant general.
Ghost Shark's dislike did not affect his carefree appreciation of the Deep Sea Fleet in the slightest.
"What a powerful team." Koby took off his glasses and couldn't help but admire them.
I'm going to be a Navy Admiral!
Sooner or later, they will have their own formidable team!
"Pfft, hahaha, good luck, Koby!" Garp laughed, biting into a donut.
"Yes, Vice Admiral Garp!"
Garp looked very satisfied. Coby was doing very well, and Luffy's strength had been increasing recently.
A few days ago, the Straw Hat crew quickly cleared the Devil's Three-Masted Ship and defeated another Shichibukai.
The World Government's attitude was very unusual; they did not remove Moria from his position as a Shichibukai.
Instead, Garp sent Kuma to eliminate Luffy, but to Garp's delight, Luffy successfully escaped Kuma's pursuit.
Judging from the flight path, we're almost at Chambord.
I just don't know when the Deep Sea Fleet will be stationed in Chabao.
At least for now, the commander of Sabaody Archipelago, Airon, is mediocre and shouldn't pose much of a danger to Luffy.
Half an hour later, all the officers of Marineford entered the arena...
Moby Dick, in a sea area of the New World.
"You idiot son, how's Ace's Vivre Card today?"
Whitebeard sat on the large sofa on the deck, ignoring the nurses' attempts to stop him, drinking alcohol while receiving an IV drip.
More than ten days ago, the red-haired brat came to visit him, hoping that he could stop Ace from searching for Blackbeard.
But what was Ace's personality like?
How could I not know my own son?
The negotiations broke down, and the two exchanged blows, the shockwaves of which ripped through the sky. Morgans reported the incident.
However, on that same day, Ace's Vivre Card began to burn and shrink.
For the next ten days or so, it was like this every day.
Now, only a small scrap remains.
"Dad, the Vivre Card is still burning today..." Marco said in a low voice, his brows furrowed with worry.
The silence was eerily profound.
"Kulalalalala".
Whitebeard's laughter suddenly broke the silence, and everyone looked up, staring at him in bewilderment.
"You foolish sons, I'm an old man with a white beard!" he laughed heartily. "Your sons are missing, now is the time for your father to make his move!"
"Pass down the order: have all the squadron captains and their fleets mobilize!"
He suddenly stood up, violently ripped out all the needles, then picked up the naginata and slammed it heavily onto the ground.
Boom!
"Whoever dares to harm my son, even if they are a Celestial Dragon, I will kill them!" The deafening voice instantly enveloped the entire sea area.
Behind Whitebeard, dozens of crew members instantly solidified their resolve. Squard, the Great Whirlpool Spider, was among them, his gaze towards his father filled with adoration.
Under this overwhelming aura, birds soared in the sky, giant waves surged in the ocean, and the iron-gray clouds were incredibly oppressive, making it seem as if the world was about to be destroyed.
Meanwhile, the news birds that had been following from afar skillfully memorized the sentence, took a picture, and then hurriedly fled from the apocalypse.
The world's strongest man is enraged!
......
Marineford, meeting room.
"What?! The Navy is preparing to execute Ace?!"
Not long after the meeting began, the irritable Garp, veins bulging, ignored all attempts to dissuade him and rushed to the front of the stage, glaring angrily at Sengoku.
"Hey, Garp, are you sick?" Sengoku was also stunned for a moment.
Why are you yelling like that for no reason?
All eyes turned to them.
“That child…that child…” Karp’s voice suddenly stopped, and his lips trembled.
"But he's my grandson!"
boom!
The entire navy stared wide-eyed.
Meanwhile, Specter sat in the lower row, watching coldly.
Chapter 166 This person's thinking is flawed.
"Garp, do you know what you're saying?"
Sengoku grabbed Garp by the collar, his eyes wide and his face contorted with rage.
Straw Hat Luffy, who just wreaked havoc on the Seven Warlords of the Sea, is his grandson, and now there's another Whitebeard Second Division Captain.
What's your purpose in saying all this at this time? Who instructed you? The situation at sea is so dire right now, and you're still so nonchalantly playing the emotional card?
Do you want to repeat the same mistake as last time? Arguing with your colleagues over pirates, and ending up making everyone look bad.
I don't even want to think about what the navy will become if things continue like this.
Sengoku took a breath and slowly loosened the other person's collar.
“There’s a limit to jokes.” He met Garp’s gaze calmly. “Fire Fist Ace, full name Portgas D. Ace, has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
“He is my adopted grandson.” Garp lowered his head, as if he had used up all his strength.
Adoption? That makes sense, no matter how you look at it, that's how it should be.
Sengoku nodded, his tone softening slightly, and asked curiously, "Is he a naval orphan?"
The generals in the conference room also showed...
Even Akainu hesitated for a moment, showing a hint of reluctance.
If a naval orphan goes astray, at least give him a chance to live, no matter what.
Even being forced to stay in the city until old age is better than being executed directly.
Garp did not answer, standing at the front with a deathly pale face.
At this moment, the pain of being stared at by everyone reached the depths of his heart, and regret, helplessness, and fear of the future all surfaced from the bottom of his heart.
Will Ace die? The terrifying thought was like a sharp knife plunged into his heart. He could no longer hold back, returned to his seat, lowered his head, and his hands trembled.
Garp knew that this execution was unstoppable.
If the World Government wants to grant Blackbeard the title of Shichibukai, it must publicize his achievements. Capturing Whitebeard's division commander was a great achievement and he was definitely qualified.
Executing Ace is a certainty, and Whitebeard launching a war is inevitable.
Sengoku and Tsuru looked at him suspiciously until the fax machine next to them spat out a document.
The above is a report from the World Government regarding Fire Fist Ace's identity.
"Portgas D. Ace, born in the year 1500 of the Sea Calendar, his father is..."
Zhan Guo was reading casually, but just the first sentence made his pupils shrink.
The sudden interruption of the presentation drew everyone's attention.
The crane looked at the Warring States and blinked.
The officers exchanged glances, casting curious looks their way.
Only Garp lay on the table, his face contorted in pain, his heart pounding incessantly.
"...Gol D. Roger?"
Sengoku looked on in disbelief and uttered the name almost in a trembling voice.
His voice echoed in the quiet conference room.
Immediately afterwards, the officers' clamor almost detonated throughout the entire headquarters floor.
The offspring of the Pirate King?!
Fire Fist Ace is the son of the Pirate King!
Gazes, chilling to the bone, converged on the white-haired old man, who was burying his head in pain.
Seeing that Garp showed no intention of refuting him, Sengoku suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
The way everyone looked at the naval hero took on a subtle, nuanced quality.
Most officers who reached the rank of general were firsthand witnesses to history.
They remember clearly that the World Government frantically searched for the Pirate King's offspring for nearly a year.
That year, the number of newborns who were mistakenly killed, wrongly killed, or killed was absolutely terrifying. This is the principle of the World Government: better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
In the old trio, Garp was comparable to Roger, and given his personality, it wouldn't be surprising if Roger told him about the child's whereabouts.
However, to save one baby, hundreds, thousands, or even more newborns may die...
“This person’s thinking is flawed…” Sengoku murmured in disbelief.
As if his wounds had been reopened, Garp finally collapsed onto the table, tears streaming from his eyes.
Saving Ace was a huge gamble; he was a gambler on the verge of madness, always thinking that the number of wronged deaths would stop, but tomorrow would always bring him an even bigger surprise.
"Did I do something wrong, Sengoku?" Garp looked up.
Is this considered a problem with trains at sea?
Zhan Guo stood with his arms crossed, silently looking at the sky. He didn't want to comment, nor did he care to.
Garp's face softened, his eye bags sank, and his expression contorted as he tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't. Tears streamed down his aged face.
"It's all my fault!"
He stood up, bowed to his colleagues, bowed to justice, and bowed to the dead baby. Tears streamed down his face, one after another.
He then left his seat, each step heavy.
The conference room door closed.
Along with those complex gazes, the door was closed.
Sengoku waved his hand, and the commotion quickly subsided. He calmed himself down and said, "Alright, let's proceed with the operational discussion for this war."
"Xiao He, you tell us." He rubbed the corner of his eye, his face revealing his exhaustion.
"In order to deal with the Whitebeard Pirates, headquarters has decided to utilize the latest achievement of the Science Unit: the humanoid weapon, the Pacifista. Borsalino, you will coordinate this matter," Tsuru instructed methodically.
Kizaru nodded. "Sure, I'll let Sentomaru know."
He smiled with satisfaction, and was about to continue making arrangements when an idea flashed through her mind.
"I remember the New World's surveillance force for Whitebeard intercepted Squard the Great Spider's communication signals, right?"
Upon hearing this, her adjutant, a female navy officer with short blonde hair, pulled out a notebook and quickly located the giant vortex spider's communication signal.
Tsuru nodded and explained to everyone, "Squard's entire crew was wiped out by Roger, and he doesn't seem to know Ace's identity. There's a grudge between the two sides, and there's a possibility of trying to win them over... Who wants to make contact?"
The meeting room fell silent for a moment.