One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The guards of the entire underground water dungeon were completely stunned by this horrific scene that defied all reason, and were frozen in fear.

"Let's do it!"

With a low shout, Sabo transformed into a blur and charged into the enemy ranks.

The elite revolutionary soldiers following behind quickly recovered from their shock and pounced on the guards who had not yet reacted, like tigers descending a mountain.

In just a few breaths, the remaining guards in the water prison were quickly and cleanly eliminated.

Sabo strode to the rack and swung the sturdy steel water pipe in his hand.

He smashed the heavy shackles that bound several revolutionary intelligence agents.

"Clang—"

The broken chain crashed into the puddle, splashing up a spray of blood.

Looking at the pitiful state of his comrades-in-arms, covered in wounds.

A deep sense of heartache flashed in Sabo's azure eyes.

These are all nameless heroes who silently lurked in the darkness to overthrow the corrupt regime.

Viktor stood silently at the cell door, holding the Black Blade Autumn Water upside down, his face expressionless, warily scanning the surroundings.

The revolutionary intelligence agents, who had been resigned to their fate and had not uttered a single word under torture, had their dim and desperate eyes rekindled with a burning flame of hope the moment they saw the Chief of the General Staff personally leading the team.

"Chief of Staff Sabo..."

The intelligence officer in charge had a hoarse voice and struggled to stand up straight.

"Don't move around too much, conserve your energy."

Sabo quickly reached out to support him and got straight to the point.

"Where is that crucial ledger? I'll lead you out of the royal city, and we'll retrieve it together!"

To Sabo's surprise, the intelligence officer in charge gently shook his head.

He managed to force a weak but somewhat smug smile onto his blood-stained face.

He raised his slightly trembling, scarred arm and pointed towards the deepest part of the underground water dungeon.

"Chief of Staff, there's no need to risk exposure by searching up there..."

The intelligence officer coughed twice and whispered, "That ledger is in this water dungeon."

Seeing Sabo's puzzled look, the intelligence officer explained the situation.

It turned out that, just as they realized their location had been completely exposed and the assassination squad was about to surround the secret base, they were in a critical moment.

In order to protect this top-secret intelligence that countless comrades had risked their lives for.

They exploited the enemy's tendency to be blind to what's right under their noses, firmly believing that "the most dangerous place is the safest place."

On the way to his arrest and imprisonment, the intelligence agent, Li, secretly hid the ledger in the private room of the warden of the water dungeon.

The enemy searched high and low, both inside and outside the capital city.

Little did they know that what they were searching for was right under the noses of the prisoners.

After hearing this thrilling plan, Sabo's eyes were full of admiration.

He highly praised their resourcefulness and composure in the face of danger.

Guided by the intelligence officer, Sabo and Victor escorted the wounded to the end of the corridor.

There stood a luxurious, heavy wooden door that seemed out of place in the surrounding dark environment; it was the warden's office.

Sabo showed no mercy, his eyes turned cold, and he raised his long leg, kicking out with tremendous force.

"Bang—Crack!"

The heavy solid wood door shattered into pieces under that kick, turning into a shower of wood chips.

The deafening crash of the door shattering completely shattered the unsightly "springtime scene" inside.

Inside the spacious and luxurious office, the portly, burly warden was pinning down a disheveled young female prison guard.

The two were engaged in a primal act with intense passion on the large mahogany desk.

The documents and wine glasses on the table were knocked to the floor.

"ah--!"

The sudden loud noise startled the female prison guard, who let out a piercing scream.

Terrified, she pushed the warden away, scrambling and tearing at her tattered uniform as she huddled in a corner of the room, trembling.

In this dark and bloody water dungeon, the warden, whose good deed had been interrupted, was immediately enraged.

"Which damned bastard dares to interrupt my good time!"

The warden, pulling up his trousers, turned around, his face flushed, ready to unleash a torrent of abuse.

However, before those vicious and filthy words could even slip out of his throat, they were forcibly stuck in his throat.

The warden met the two pairs of icy eyes outside the door.

A pair of eyes, Sabo's azure eyes burning with boundless rage.

The other pair was Viktor's Sharingan, which was slowly rotating.

The terrifying killing intent, almost tangible, transformed into a chilling tide in that instant, completely enveloping the entire room.

The warden felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave, and his entire body of fat began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single syllable of pleading.

He watched as his loyal and brave comrades outside in the corridor were subjected to inhuman torture, their flesh torn and mangled.

Meanwhile, the warden in charge of the water dungeon was hiding here at the same time, indulging in debauchery and pleasure.

The rage in Sabo's chest almost burst forth in a tangible form.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

With a sudden flash, he lunged at the desk like a cheetah.

The steel water pipe wrapped with deep Armament Haki in his hand slammed mercilessly into the warden's fat, terrified face.

"Snap!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the warden's fat, heavy body was blasted away like a cannonball.

He smashed through the valuable oil painting and the solid brick wall behind him, embedding himself deeply in the rubble, and immediately fainted with his eyes rolled back.

With the crisis averted, the battered revolutionary intelligence officer, barely able to stand, limped into the messy room.

Relying on his memory, he skillfully found his way to the bookshelf in the corner and opened a very well-hidden compartment.

Accompanied by a soft "click"

The intelligence officer successfully retrieved the black ledger stained with blood and excitedly handed it to Sabo.

"Well done, mission accomplished."

Sabo carefully tucked the ledger away, then turned and waved his hand.

"All personnel, cover the wounded and prepare to return via the same route. Leave this underground water prison immediately!"

The elite revolutionary soldiers quickly formed ranks, protecting the wounded in the center, and hurriedly retreated along the passage they had come from.

However, just as they turned a corner and were about to reach the exit of the water prison, something unexpected happened.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Suddenly, countless torches lit up the previously dark and narrow passageway ahead.

The leaping flames illuminated the entire exit as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, heavy, dense footsteps surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.

In the blink of an eye, the entire exit of the water prison and the stairs above it were completely blocked.

What stood in their way was no longer just the heavily armed and ruthless royal guards.

On both sides and behind those regular troops stood a large number of ferocious-looking thugs wielding various weapons.

What was most oppressive was the tall, thin figure standing at the very front of this massive allied army.

The man was wearing a large feather coat with the iconic flamingo pattern, his face was painted with exaggerated face paint, and he held a slender Western sword in his hand.

He stood under the torch, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Diamante, one of the top executives of the Don Quixote Family and a henchman of the underground kings of the new world!

Looking at this unique feather coat outfit,

Viktor's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the person who had just arrived.

Wow, what a coincidence!

"Fufufufufu..."

Diamanti stood on the high platform, looking down at the revolutionaries trapped in the dead end, and let out a cold and grating laugh.

"What a touching bunch."

"Our young master had already guessed that you rats would definitely come back to save these half-dead insects."

Diamanti casually twirled his rapier.

His sword tip was pointed directly at Sabo and Victor below, his face full of cruel mockery:

"Hand over the smuggling ledger."

"This is a deadly trap that was carefully prepared specifically for your revolutionary army."

"Today, none of you will leave this water dungeon alive!"

Faced with this overwhelming encirclement and an elite coalition force ten times their size, they were helpless.

Sabo did not back down at all; instead, he stepped forward and gripped the steel water pipe tightly with both hands.

His azure eyes held no fear, only a burning, increasingly intense fighting spirit.

Beside him, Viktor's actions were even more direct.

He slowly raised his right hand and, in the suffocating atmosphere of death, drew out the black sword "Autumn Water" with its dark red, chaotic blade pattern from his waist, inch by inch.

Viktor lowered his head slightly, and the smile on his originally handsome and cold face became even more arrogant and unrestrained.

"It's too early to conclude whether it's a deadly trap..."