Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

"All units, stand at attention! Return to headquarters!"

"Since you're so opinionated, then stop causing trouble for the other recruits in the training camp! I'll petition the Air Marshal to get rid of all of you bastards!"

Watching Zeffa's departing figure, Kane's smile gradually became genuine.

It became.

It not only fooled Sakazuki, but also directly led to the early debut of the "Monster Generation".

and……

[Ding! Successfully sowed discord between master and disciple, causing Zephyr's beliefs to waver!]

[Ding! The "Naval F4" thuggish gang has begun to take shape, seriously distorting the image of the future three admirals!]

[Extremely disruptive, disciplinary points being calculated... A huge harvest! +15000 points!]

[Current disciplinary violation balance: 45500 points.]

This is a huge sum of money, and the lottery is getting closer.

Kane suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, turned around, patted Sakazuki on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

“Well done, Sakazuki. It seems you've also grasped the true meaning of ‘justice’.”

Sakazuki slapped Kane's hand away in disgust and snorted, "Shut up. I'm just stating the facts."

"Hey, don't be so heartless."

Kane leaned closer, rubbed his fingers together, and lowered his voice, saying, "Um... it seems the boss has already brought over that fifty million. Although I'm going to take the lion's share, since you also contributed, in order to support your efforts to repair the future branch, I can reluctantly give you ten percent."

Sakazuki paused, veins throbbing on his forehead: "Get out!!"

"Twenty percent? That's the most I can go!"

"I told you to get lost!!"

Chapter 21 Morgans Headline: Dead Hostages Are Good Hostages?

The following morning, at Naval Headquarters.

As the sun rose, the cries of seagulls echoed over the fortress.

However, the marshal's office door was tightly shut, and the roars emanating from it made the marines outside tremble.

"Snapped!"

A copy of the World Economic News was slammed onto the solid wood desk, making the teacup on it tremble.

The current Fleet Admiral, "Steelbow" Kong, had a dark expression on his face. Pointing at the newspaper on the table, he roared at Zephyr standing before him:

"Zeffa! Look at this! Look for yourself! Is this the elite you've trained?!"

Zefa, his face grim, silently puffed on his cigar, his expression obscured by the swirling smoke.

On the sofa next to him, Karp was sitting cross-legged, crunching on a senbei (rice cracker) while craning his neck to read the newspaper.

The front page of the newspaper featured a huge photograph that took up half the page.

In the photo, Kane stands righteously in front of the ruins, with three terrifying figures behind him (the three Sakazukis) and a group of hostages who, although rescued, have terrified eyes.

The headline is typical of Morgans' style: bold, black, and shocking.

Bloodstained Sabaody! The Devil's Rescue of a Rising Navy Star!

Is it the thunder of justice, or the butcher's revelry?

Exclusive Commentary: On "Dead Hostages Are Good Hostages"—A Quote from Warrant Officer Kane, Who Witnessed to Remain Anonymous!

"Hahaha! Cough cough cough!"

When Garp saw that subheading, he burst out laughing, spraying bits of senbei (rice cracker) all over Sengoku's face. "A dead hostage is a good hostage? Kane, that kid, is a genius!"

"Garp! Shut up! And get your damn senbei away from me!"

As Sengoku wiped the debris from his face, he adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowed. "Fleet Admiral Kong, this is a bit troublesome. The World Government has received numerous complaints from nobles of member states, saying that our navy openly massacred civilians in Sabaody Archipelago, which has terrified many nobles, and some nobles have even begun to boycott our navy."

"Massacre civilians?" Marshal Kong snorted coldly, about to lash out.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Kane led in three other "accomplices." He looked righteous, with clear eyes, and held a letter of self-criticism in his hand.

"Reporting to the Marshal! I believe the newspapers are spreading rumors!"

Kane stood at attention and saluted, his voice booming:

"Faced with vicious pirates who attempted to blow up the building, we only took the necessary measures."

"As for the pirates' slightly... gruesome deaths, that's purely because they had osteoporosis and lacked any sense of martial ethics, ramming their faces into our fists!"

Marshal Kong's eyes twitched violently: "He rammed his face into a fist? That springy guy got smashed into the ground! Are you trying to tell me he was trying to escape through a hole?"

"Reporting to the Marshal, this possibility cannot be ruled out!" Kane said without changing his expression.

"enough!"

Marshal Kong rubbed his throbbing temples.

Sakazuki, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward, and the heat emanating from his body caused the office temperature to rise sharply.

"Marshal, if you're here to hold someone accountable, I'll take full responsibility. That kind of scum, even if he did it again, I'd still kill him without hesitation. Kane is right, only dead pirates are immune to repeating their mistakes. So-called mercy is the greatest desecration of justice!"

Sengoku and Vice Admiral Tsuru exchanged a glance, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

Sakazuki used to be radical, but he still followed the rules. Now, why does he seem to have... become like Kane?

"Who said there would be accountability?"

Vice Admiral Tsuru, who had been quietly sipping his tea, suddenly spoke. The naval chief of staff put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the four men with a deep intensity, finally settling on Kane.

"Although the methods were excessive, the deterrent effect was very good. Intelligence shows that the lawless areas of Chambord were much quieter this morning, and even the number of human traffickers was reduced by half."

Crane stood up, walked to the world map, and gently tapped the location of the North Sea with her finger.

"However, given your current strength and destructive power, it's really not appropriate for the four of you to continue playing house with the new recruits in the elite camp."

Tsuru turned around, revealing a meaningful smile: "Perfect timing, there's some trouble in the North Blue. The Germa 66 Kingdom has recently been relying on its technological strength to instigate wars everywhere, and even openly plundering non-member states. As a member state of the World Government, the Marine Headquarters can't directly intervene."

"but……"

Tsuru's eyes sharpened. "What if a few 'lost' naval trainees accidentally got caught up in Germa's battlefield during their leave and some conflict ensued..."

Marshal Kong understood immediately and wrote with a flourish: "That's right! Since you all have so much energy, then go to Beihai for a 'vacation'!"

"Mission objective: Make Germa 66 behave! Once the mission is completed, you can officially graduate and be awarded ranks!"

Going to Beihai?

Germa 66?

Kane's eyes lit up instantly.

That's the Vinsmoke family!

That's a walking encyclopedia of cutting-edge technology! A warmonger with wealth beyond measure!

Moreover, I've heard that old man Vinsmoke Judge hoarded countless gold, silver, and rare materials in order to dominate the North Sea.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Kane snapped to attention and saluted, declaring righteously, "I utterly abhor the Germa's actions that disrupt peace! I will certainly use love and justice to reform them!"

……

Three hours later.

Marineford Port

A medium-sized warship without any serial number is ready to set sail.

Kane stood on the deck, holding the transfer order in his hand. As he looked at the words "Go to the North Sea to deal with the Germa 66 turmoil," the smile on his lips gradually turned sinister.

"Hey~ Beihai? I heard the mafia there is really fierce~" Borsalino lay on a sun lounger, sunglasses covering his face, a glass of orange juice in his hand, looking like he was enjoying himself since he couldn't fight back. "It would be great if I could bring back some local specialties while I'm at it~"

"The sins of Germa should be settled." Sakazuki stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance, lava flowing between his fingertips. His mind was now filled with Kane's indoctrination to eradicate the root of the problem.

Kuzan was snoring beside him, already asleep with an eye mask on.

"Men! Set sail!"

Kane stood in the captain's seat, one foot on the railing, and waved his hand with great confidence.

Looking at these three future top combatants, he felt a surge of pride.

Meanwhile, the North Sea is thousands of miles away.

Vinsmoke Judge, who was sitting on the throne of the moving castle, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and sneezed violently.

"What's going on? This ominous feeling..."

Chapter 22: Giving Germa a little Logia-type shock!

North Sea, waters near Flevans.

Under the gray sky, the waves appeared a somber, leaden black.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous sound of artillery fire tore through the sea breeze.

Looking out, the once empty sea surface was now crowded with giant snails.

Hundreds of giant Den Den Mushi warships, each carrying a castle and turret, stood end to end, creating a mobile homeland on the sea. A huge "66" symbol fluttered in the wind on its flag.

The Kingdom of Germa, the war fortress of House Vinsmoke.

They are carrying out a one-sided massacre.

The besieged island nation was utterly powerless to resist the clone soldiers clad in high-tech combat suits, who knew neither pain nor fear.

Meanwhile, in the command center of the Germa flagship.

"Is this the lament of the weak? How pleasing to the ear."