The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

On the way here on a warship, he felt as if he had returned to the days when he was the captain of a pirate ship.

However, in order to avoid attracting attention, he refrained from revealing his true "captain" nature and always behaved very politely.

As John entered the fortress, it felt like he was back on Beehive Island.

The marines on guard duty slumped over, looking as if they might fall asleep at any moment, and gambling tables and drinking tables were set up everywhere in the fortress passageway.

These marines were all shirtless, revealing scars or tattoos, and shouting while smoking cigarettes and cigars.

What a chaotic and disgusting situation!

After wandering through the winding passageways for quite some time, the lieutenant stopped in front of a door, nodded to John, and then pushed the door open and left.

John came to the door and looked inside. He saw a man sitting behind a desk in the spacious office, engrossed in reading Playboy magazine.

Judging from how close its head was, it seemed as if it wanted to stick its eyeballs right up to it.

John stepped over, walked around behind the desk, stood next to the man, and leaned down to look at him.

The magazine, spread out, featured two images: a voluptuous blonde woman in a bikini with a curvaceous figure, and a glamorous office lady sitting in a chair with her long, black-stockinged legs crossed.

"The one on the right is nice, what's its name?"

“Linda, but I prefer Ella on the left,” Bishop replied unconsciously, engrossed in watching.

"Linda, where can I find her?"

"Just looking is enough. Why are you even dreaming of going to find someone? Do you really think they'd even notice you..."

Bishop raised his head with displeasure, and the unfamiliar face that came into view made him shudder.

"Who...who are you?"

“John.”

John casually replied, reached out and snatched the magazine, flipping to the cover to find the publisher's address.

Upon hearing this, Bishop picked up a cigar from the table, lit it, and smiled as he put it in his mouth.

"Not bad, you're quite in line with the spirit of my G-5 branch."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been thrown here." Unable to find the address, John angrily threw the magazine on the table.

Bishop's eyes darted around, remembering the strategist's instructions, and he said enthusiastically:

"Welcome to Branch G-5. Feel free to wander around and get acquainted with the place for now. We'll assign you a mission later."

He was trying to curry favor by letting people collect wages without doing any work.

However, John shook his head, his face serious, and said:

"I can't wait to spread my justice across the seas. Please give me a mission, preferably in the Punk Hazard area. I've heard there are a lot of pirates there."

"Isn't it good to let you be idle?" Bishop shrugged, not understanding.

"not good!"

John didn't understand why these people thought it was a good thing to be idle.

Take Harald, the "King of Giants," for example. Im wanted to have Elbaf form an army to counterbalance the navy.

This was supposed to be a great thing, but Harald felt that it was drawing his people into war and believed they had been deceived into fighting to the death.

In John's hometown, rebels were always disrupted after being recruited, for fear that they would regroup and cause trouble again.

The military represents power!

And the people in this world, one by one, want to lie down and give up, afraid of making any effort or sacrifice.

How can one gain power for their country and race without paying a price?

Im made Elbaf form an army and navy to counterbalance the situation. Although he was being used as a tool, he no longer had to worry about military supplies, war preparations, or racial status.

The world government will take care of it!

With just a little sacrifice, the children of the giants have everything they need: food, drink, and clothing. They can freely travel to any corner of the world.

But Harald believed it was a trap!

Just like now, if John is idle and doesn't lead warships on missions, then there's no difference between him and someone who's been sidelined.

They have absolutely no real power!

Having the rank of major general is of no use whatsoever!

"You're a strange guy. I'll think about it."

Bishop neither refused nor agreed; he needed to discuss it with his strategist, Wood.

John sensed that the other party was unwilling to relinquish their power, and his attitude hardened.

"No, I demand justice immediately!"

"Please allow me to take command of a fleet and be responsible for the waters surrounding Punk Hazard."

This is a notification, not a discussion!

Chapter 91 John Wants, John Gets

His authority was offended, and Bishop stood up with a grim expression.

"Major General John, you need to understand, I am the supreme commander of G-5!"

"So there's no room for negotiation?"

John's eyes flashed, and an unparalleled aura burst forth, with dark purple lightning appearing in the office and even the entire fortress.

In an instant, fish with their eyes rolled back rose to the surface of the sea, and most of the marines inside the fortress lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Bishop, who was at the center of the pressure, managed to stay upright and didn't faint, but he was drenched in cold sweat and his legs were so weak that he had to use one hand to support himself on his desk to keep from collapsing.

"Conqueror's Haki!"

Bishop could hardly believe that a mere major general possessed the "qualities of a king."

But the reality is right in front of him: this is something he simply cannot handle or control.

“Alright, you will lead a fleet to patrol the waters surrounding Punk Hazard.”

As soon as he uttered the words of submission, Bishop felt as if the pressure of being naked in the deep sea had suddenly vanished, and he slumped into a chair, panting heavily.

"You should have said that earlier. You're so shameless, always making yourself suffer."

John looked down at Bishop, completely abandoning all manners, more savage than any pirate.

"I'm warning you, you damn sissy, you can do whatever dirty things you want, but you must remember one thing..."

"Don't mess with me! Or I'll make you pay!"

"Speak! Do you understand human language?!"

"I...I understand."

"You slut!"

John gave Bishop the middle finger, then turned and swaggered out of the office.

Soon, news spread that an arrogant fellow had arrived at the G-5 branch. Any marines who dared to show him the slightest disrespect would be subjected to severe verbal bullying.

Various insulting terms such as "cheap woman," "sissy," and "penisless trash" have emerged one after another.

They were even given bizarre nicknames, such as "slotted chin," "garlic-point head," and "hairless monkey," none of which were the same.

The marines dared not speak out against their anger and could only place their hopes on Base Commander Bishop and Staff Officer Wood.

But the two of them remained silent for a long time.

Because this is G-5, a gathering place for naval scoundrels, reports of insubordination to headquarters are simply ignored.

Fortunately, the arrogant man didn't interfere with their "extra income," so their interests weren't threatened and they decided to just let it go.

While the situation at the base was in turmoil, John remained in the captain's cabin of the warship, quietly gazing at the nautical chart in deep thought.

He was assigned to a fleet consisting of one large warship and four medium-sized warships, with a total of nearly three thousand marines.

There are three such fleets in G-5, and the total number of personnel in the fortress, including logistics, is 10,000.

In a world where most people are starving, a force of 10,000 is a terrifying concept.

John desperately wanted to deploy his three thousand troops around Punk Hazard to protect the research institute for him around the clock.

But doing so would be too obvious. If it aroused the curiosity of the pirate soldiers, they might sneak onto the island to investigate without permission, which would only cause him trouble.

Subordinates who don't obey are seriously harming the interests of their superiors!

"I'm starting to miss those honest soldiers in the East China Sea."

John clicked his tongue, made a firm decision, and set out to shift the patrol route to the more distant Kingdom of Dressrosa.

Currently, the Navy only has G-1 and G-5 branches in the latter half of the Grand Line. As for G-14, which is adjacent to Egghead Island, it will have to wait until Vegabank moves there to establish one specifically for him.

Both G-1 and G-5 branches are located near the entrance to the latter half of the area, almost entirely built to protect the sacred site above the Red Line.

As a result, the navy has very poor control over the deeper waters of the latter half of the sea.

Dressrosa, that impoverished country, is currently just outside the patrol range of Branches 1 and 5, and is therefore frequently visited by pirates.

John's decision to direct patrols to Dressrosa was intended to reduce the need to protect Punk Hazard, but it also created a significant problem.

supply!

A patrol of Punk Hazard can be completed in a day, but if Dressrosa is included, the trip will take two days.

Unfortunately, Dressrosa is very poor, only growing grains and having no livestock farms, so meat is a serious shortage.

If we don't let those pirate soldiers eat meat, they might cause trouble!

"There are two options: either provide subsidies in terms of wages, or invest in building a livestock farm in Dressrosa."

John stroked his chin, weighing the options.

The former relied entirely on his own money. The latter, on the other hand, could establish a procurement relationship with the navy and profit from it.

The latter is of course the best, but it is difficult to implement, since it would require the navy to spend more money.

"Hmm...I've got it!"