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

"I'm going to file a complaint! I'm going to find the Five Elders! I'm going to tell the whole world that naval heroes shed blood and tears!"

"You dare! Ten billion! One hundred billion more and you won't get a single penny!"

"Deal! Thank you, Marshal! You are so generous, Marshal! May you enjoy good health, Marshal!"

Kane spoke at an astonishing speed, as if afraid that Kong would change his mind, and shouted directly into the Den Den Mushi.

"Furthermore, besides money, we demand independent control over the procurement of supplies, the appointment of personnel, and... absolute jurisdiction over the Punk Hazard waters! Since you haven't given us enough money, surely you can offer some policy benefits?"

Kong on the other end of the phone was so angry he was practically suffocating, and all he wanted to do was hang up on that bastard as soon as possible.

"Fine, fine! Take it all! As long as you don't cause any major upheaval, you can do whatever you want on that wretched island! Just make sure you guard the gates to this new world for me!"

Click.

The call was abruptly ended.

Kane let out a long sigh of relief, casually tossed the Den Den Mushi to the already petrified Gion, and a smug smile spread across his face.

"It's done."

He turned around and looked at the group of "audience" behind him with different expressions.

"A formal allocation of 10 billion yuan, plus a series of policy supports."

Kane snapped his fingers, pointing to the empty sea ahead, as if a majestic fortress had already risen there.

"In addition to the 50 billion yuan of 'private funds' we have, and the 'donations from caring people from all walks of life' that will continue to flow into our accounts in the future."

His gaze swept over the Red Earl almost imperceptibly.

"enough."

"We will build a true bastion of 'justice' on Punk Hazard that even the World Government would not dare to easily interfere with."

[Ding! Host detected attempting to blackmail the Supreme Commander of the Navy using false information!]

[Judgment: Utterly shameless! Insubordination! A master of deception!]

[Discipline Points Earned: 50,000!]

[Current disciplinary violation balance: 551,800!]

Kane was in a great mood as he listened to the pleasant notification sounds from the system.

"Borsalino, stop cutting your nails."

"Kuzan, freeze the sea surface solid. We need to start moving."

“Sakazuki, don’t be so stern. Your share of this money is for the amputation of your arm.”

Kane laughed heartily, took the first step, and headed towards the unknown distance.

Count Red looked at that figure from behind. Although he was still recovering from serious injuries and was physically weak, for the first time, a light called "expectation" appeared in his eyes.

This navy...

Perhaps it can really bring some different "surprises" to this lifeless sea.

"What an...interesting bastard."

The Red Earl, leaning on the broken umbrella handle, followed unsteadily.

Chapter 78 10 Billion in Hand! I'm Going to Build a Fortress Surpassing the Navy Headquarters!

On the icy plains, the cold wind howled.

And so Kane and his group set off in a grand procession.

There were no warships, no supplies, and only Kuzan leading the way.

Ice Age!

Kuzan pressed his hands on the ice, and a powerful chill spread wildly from him into the depths of the new world.

A wide, flat road of ice and frost stretched out across the turbulent sea.

The G-5 soldiers, along with the heavily wounded Red Earl, walked on the ice path toward the futuristic fortress called "Punk Hazard".

The scene was indescribably desolate, yet indescribably magnificent.

"Kane, are you sure this is the way?" Kuzan asked, turning his head as he maintained the extension of the ice path. "If we go the wrong way, I'll run out of stamina."

"Don't worry, I always have a great sense of direction." Kane said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a nautical chart in his hand, but his eyes were unwavering.

joke.

Punk Hazard is one of the central stages for major events in the future; how could he possibly be mistaken?

The team sailed at sea for a full day.

When a huge island covered in primeval jungle and devoid of any human habitation came into view, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Arrived.

This is their future home.

The new location of the G-5 branch is Punk Hazard.

At this point in time, it was not yet the extreme island that would later become a place of extremes, one of ice and fire, due to the battle between Aokiji and Akainu, nor was it the base where Caesar conducted his evil experiments.

It now, as Kuzan said, has nothing but primeval jungle and some strange beasts.

Over the next few days, the soldiers of the G-5 branch began their survival training on the deserted island. Fortunately, they were all elite soldiers, so they didn't starve to death.

……

A week later.

On the coastline of Punk Hazard, ten giant warships flying the flag of the Navy Headquarters slowly approached the shore.

The supply convoy personally escorted by Marshal Kong has arrived.

"Quickly! Everyone lie down! Can't you play dead?!"

Looking at the warship masts in the distance, Kane instantly switched to "director mode".

He kicked a soldier in the buttocks as the soldier was tidying up his appearance.

"Who told you to stand up? Act like you haven't eaten for days! Sakazuki, wrap that bandage on your arm thicker! Thicker it!"

"Borsalino! Grunt a couple of times while you're on the stretcher!"

After a chaotic scene, when the Air Marshal descended the gangway in deep sorrow, he was met with a sight that resembled "hell on earth."

Hundreds of G-5 elites lay raggedly on the muddy tidal flats, some groaning, others gnawing on tree bark.

Sakazuki leaned against a rock, his right arm wrapped up like a dumpling, his face pale—actually, he was hungry; he had deliberately skipped breakfast to match Kane's performance.

Kane, leaning heavily on his sword Zhan Yue, staggered towards them, his eyes red-rimmed.

"marshal……"

Kane's voice was hoarse, and before he could speak, tears streamed down his face.

"You've finally arrived... Brothers... Brothers, we've suffered so much..."

The Air Marshal, a tough and resolute man, recalled the "battlefield" whose landscape had been completely reshaped when he passed by the G-5 ruins. Seeing this scene before him, his heart was broken.

That's horrible!

His soldiers, the future hope of the navy, are suffering in this godforsaken place!

"Kane!"

Marshal Kong strode off the warship, grabbed Kane in a hug, and patted his back forcefully with his large, fan-like hands.

"You've all suffered!"

Kane's acting skills exploded instantly; he hugged Kong tightly, his voice choked with emotion and trembling.

"Marshal! Your arrival has eased our suffering! For the sake of justice, this sacrifice is nothing!"

The two put on a touching display of superior-subordinate camaraderie, which made Sakazuki, watching from behind, furrow his brow in dismay.

Kong waved his hand, and soldiers immediately carried down a hundred heavy boxes.

The lid was opened, and the golden Pele reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Ten billion Berries! Cash! Plus two years' worth of supplies!"

The Air Marshal grasped Kane's hand and said emotionally, "I know it's difficult to rebuild G-5 with this little money, but headquarters is also short of funds right now... Just make do with what you have for now, and submit a report if you need more!"

Kane looked at the hundred boxes of money, his tears stopped instantly, and his originally pale face visibly regained its color.

"Enough! Enough! For justice, we'd be willing to eat grass!"

Kane patted his chest with an air of righteous indignation and then winked at Gion behind him.

Gion, suppressing her shame, directed her soldiers to move the money box away as quickly as possible, fearing that the marshal might change his mind at any moment.

After seeing off the deeply moved Air Marshal, Kane's expression changed instantly, and he turned to look at Kuzan, Borsalino, and Sakazuki.

"The three of you, set off now."

Kane gave the order.

"Take this money and go to all the nearby islands, whether they are member states or on the black market, and recruit the best craftsmen for me at the highest prices! The more the better!"

"Tell them, come to G-5, the salary is three times what you get elsewhere! Plus, food and lodging are provided, and it's absolutely safe!"

The three exchanged a glance and nodded; they were familiar with this matter.

"what about me?"

Gion, who had been following behind Kane, looked up with her little face full of anticipation and asked.

"You?" Kane smiled and ruffled her hair. "You'll be in charge of looking after the house and keeping an eye on the construction progress."

“Oh…” Gion was a little disappointed, but she still obediently agreed.

"And what about you, Brother Kane?"

"I?"

Kane cast his gaze toward the distant north, toward the North Sea, one of the four seas.