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

Kane stopped and looked back.

He didn't say anything tender or sweet. Instead, he took out a life card from his pocket and casually flicked it onto the bed.

"Seventy billion every year, make sure the accounts look good. If I find a single penny missing, you know, the secret of cloning is sometimes more valuable than money."

"Furthermore, my coordinates are on this. If the World Government makes any moves against me, they will notify me immediately."

After saying that, Kane pushed open the door and strode away without looking back.

"What a...heartless bastard."

Stussy held the still slowly moving Life Card in his hand, a self-deprecating bitter smile playing on his lips.

But soon, that bitter smile turned into a sense of relief, even a morbid excitement.

She lay back down on the bed, pressed the life card to her chest, and her eyes gradually became cold and resolute.

"He's... a man more terrifying than a monster."

"However, it's better to be a lackey of a real dragon than a watchdog for a bunch of pigs..."

"It seems the latter is much more interesting."

Chapter 86 Funding the Revolutionary Army, Dragon: My mentor bore everything for me!

half a month later.

Punk Hazard, G-5 Branch Temporary Command Center.

Kane leaned back in his recliner, slowly and meticulously trimming his nails with a fine nail clipper.

He was relaxed and looked content.

On the other side of the island, terrifying, earth-shaking roars continued to echo.

That was Sakazuki and his two companions doing what was called "training," but in reality, it was a backbreaking, arduous task.

Every punch and kick they delivered contained the pent-up frustration and anger they had been unable to vent after being manipulated by Kane, which they poured precisely onto the innocent mountainside.

On the table in front of Kane was a black goods list presented by Stussy, the final count of which was 30 billion Berries.

The cash and gold were disguised as construction waste and transported in batches via underground transport lines. Apart from Kane, no one knew where this huge sum of money, enough to buy several kingdoms, came from.

Sakazuki and others responded by saying: I don't know, I didn't see it, don't ask me.

Since the base construction funds have inexplicably become abundant, why not take advantage of it?

"As long as the outcome is just, what does it matter if the process is a little shady?" Kane blew on his nail clippings, very satisfied with his brainwashing results.

Just then, a strangely shaped black encrypted Den Den Mushi (snail phone) on the table rang with a "blur blur".

Kane picked it up casually.

The Den Den Mushi's face immediately changed, perfectly replicating Stusi's alluring yet slightly awe-inspiring expression.

"Master, the 30 billion has all been deposited into the treasury. Are you satisfied?"

"The efficiency is good."

Kane offered a brief compliment, which was considered an affirmation of the "tool" (a person's role in the game).

"This money will be used to cover the shortfall in purchasing seastone. By the way, how's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

"Just as you expected."

Stussy immediately dropped his fawning demeanor and adopted the tone of a professional intelligence chief.

"Monkey D. Dragon officially established the 'Revolutionary Army' a month ago on a small island in the South China Sea."

Kane raised an eyebrow.

finally come.

“It’s a very small operation.” Stussy’s voice carried a hint of disdain. “Including himself, there are fewer than twenty core members, all of whom are rebels wanted by the kingdom.”

"They tried to win over several member states, but all attempts failed. They are currently being hunted down by the CP organization and are hiding in various places. Their situation is... quite embarrassing."

"No money, no people, no weapons?" Kane succinctly summarized.

"Yes, like a pack of... stray dogs with unrealistic fantasies."

“Very good.” Kane’s lips curled into a pleased smile.

A stray dog?

No.

In his eyes, it was a patch of newly sprouted, thriving chives that desperately needed irrigation... a super chive patch.

This is a storm that could shake the world in the future, how can it die in its cradle?

"Stusi, I have a new task for you."

Kane tapped his fingers lightly on the table, issuing a new command.

"You should make contact with them as an underground arms dealer."

"I need to process a batch of pirate weapons that the G-5 branch previously seized, enough to equip about two thousand people."

Stussy on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned.

She couldn't keep up with her master's wildly imaginative and unpredictable thoughts at all.

Selling weapons captured by the navy to the world government's most wanted criminal?

"You mean... sell it to them?"

"Yes, let's send some warmth to the revolutionary army."

Kane spoke casually.

"They must be dirt poor right now, so we'll slash the price drastically, just charge them 10% of the cost price as a token gesture."

"If you really don't have the money, an IOU will do."

Stussy was silent for two seconds.

Although her heart was in turmoil, as a perfect tool, she never questioned her master's decisions.

"Understood. I will arrange it flawlessly, and there is absolutely no way to trace it back to you."

"in addition."

Kane seemed to remember something and took out a book that he had prepared beforehand from the drawer.

“I have a ‘special gift’ here. Send a reliable person to deliver it to the dragon in person.”

……

A week later.

In the hidden harbor of an unnamed deserted island in the Western Sea.

In the howling sea wind, a man wearing a green hooded cloak listens to his subordinates' desperate report.

"Mr. Long, our last bit of money is only enough to buy thirty old-fashioned flintlock rifles and two boxes of damp ammunition!"

"Yesterday, Jess had his leg broken by the CP guys because his gun barrel exploded!"

Monkey D. Dragon's face was ashen, and the tattoos on his face looked particularly ferocious in the shadows.

The flame of ideals is being extinguished little by little by the cold winds of reality.

Just then, one of the lookouts came running over, his voice filled with panic.

"Mr. Long! A...a ship is approaching! It's flying the black flag of the underworld!"

The dragon's heart tightened.

A few days ago, in order to survive, they did try to contact a seemingly insignificant arms dealer, but they had no idea what to expect.

"Let them come over," Long said in a deep voice, his hand already on his waist.

Soon, a black merchant ship without any markings approached.

A man wearing sunglasses and with a fierce face stepped off the ship, followed by several burly men carrying large boxes.

"You're the...so-called revolutionary army?"

The man sized up Long and his group of ragged, pale-faced people with a strange look in his eyes.

"If you want money, we don't have much."

Long got straight to the point, his voice deep and resonant like iron.

"If you feel you're losing money, you can turn around and leave."

"money?"

The man in sunglasses scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.

“Our boss wouldn’t even consider this amount of money. He said this batch of goods is being sold at half price, practically given away.”

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dozen heavy crates were thrown to the ground, their lids roughly pried open.

The breaths of all the revolutionary army members present stopped at that moment.

The box didn't contain any obsolete junk.

Instead, they were brand-new, gleaming rifles, menacing heavy hand cannons, and even a few small mobile artillery pieces that gleamed with a metallic sheen!

The dragon and his companions were dumbfounded.

The value of this batch of weapons on the black market is at least 500 million Berries!

"Just take the little money you have on you. The rest will be the boss's donation to young people with dreams," the man in sunglasses urged impatiently.

"why?"

The dragon's eyes were filled with vigilance; the immense temptation did not cloud his judgment.

Who is your boss?

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.