The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

John's eyes lit up, and he pulled out his official Den Den Mushi and dialed Morgans.

He's going to write a short essay to show the navy what the torrent of public opinion is like!

Several days later

Kingdom of Einberg, Buffalo Town.

Jingle Bell

Redfield went into the coffee shop again, ordered a mocha as usual, and sat down in a corner.

Today, the woman changed into a red office lady outfit. After placing the coffee on the table, she didn't rush to leave but instead gazed at the man.

"Guest, are you planning to stay in town for a long time?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of doing that."

Redfield nodded somewhat reservedly.

I was overjoyed; my unwavering commitment to drinking coffee these past few days had finally paid off.

"Then I wish you a happy life!"

The woman smiled gently, then turned and left.

Redfield watched the woman's retreating figure, his lips moving as if he wanted to talk to her more, but he still didn't know how to start.

For him, the more he cherishes someone, the more carefully he treats them.

In the distant forest, Wood held his thumbs and index fingers in a circle in front of his eyes. Seeing this scene, he was so angry that he kicked a tree trunk next to him.

"It's just picking up girls, is it really that hard?"

"And that woman, can't you be a little more proactive? Even I can tell that pirate is interested in you, don't you know it yourself?"

"Staff officer, how about we contact that woman privately and get her to cooperate?" the accompanying brigadier general suggested.

Upon hearing this, Wood glared at him with a serious expression.

"No! External interference might make that woman act unnaturally, thus giving the pirates a clue."

"As a hunter, you must be patient!"

Then, Wood's eyes darted around, and he licked his lips, changing the subject.

"However, we can get detailed information about the woman from those who leave town to go shopping, so as to prepare for the next step."

“Those we questioned were all taken to the fortress and were not allowed to return until the pirates were successfully captured. They were made to call home to let the pirates know they were safe, so as to avoid arousing suspicion from them.”

"Yes!"

After giving his instructions, Wood once again held his thumb and forefinger in a circle in front of his eyes and continued to monitor Redfield.

At the same time, he secretly resented that his Devil Fruit ability was insufficient, as he could only see people's immediate thoughts and not their past memories.

Otherwise, there would be no need for such trouble.

Chapter 92 I appeal!

A special guest arrived at the G-5 branch.

Morgans, the president of the World Economic News Agency, who has been making headlines recently and has reported on a number of major news stories.

On the deck of the warship in the port, the marines, who usually had distinct personalities, were dressed smartly, shaved, had their chest hair removed, and stood straight in neat clothes.

"Major General John, can I...can I really do it?"

You can do it! You have to believe in yourself!

John solemnly patted the bald brigadier general, who was wearing a wig, on the shoulder, and then pulled him to the blackboard standing under the mast.

John then took a few steps back and winked at Morgans, who was standing opposite the blackboard holding a microphone.

Morgans understood, cleared his throat, and stepped forward to hold the microphone to the brigadier general's mouth.

"Commander Sage, what are your thoughts on the current situation of the World Government member states in the latter half of the Grand Line?"

"Their situation is dire! Due to insufficient naval investment in the latter half of the journey, pirates are running rampant here!"

"Therefore, I urge the World Government and the Navy Headquarters to take this area seriously and let the name of justice resound throughout the heavens!"

Sage, following the script he had memorized beforehand, spoke eloquently and raised his baton to bang on the blackboard behind him.

The reporter standing next to Morgans pressed the shutter and photographed the patrol route planned on the blackboard.

John had no intention of appearing on camera; he simply watched from the sidelines, nodding in satisfaction from time to time.

In fact, the problem of rampant piracy in the latter half of the Grand Line cannot be solved simply by the Navy increasing its investment.

The main reason is the scarcity of high-end combat power.

Most powerful individuals will seize territory and become local tyrants, and they will never grovel and try to make a living under the World Government.

When it comes to matters of dignity, face, or even ideals, no amount of improved treatment will make a difference.

The World Government's approach to the latter half of the conflict has always been to target a few particularly aggressive kingdoms and concentrate its firepower to destroy them in a short period of time.

Instead of building dense military fortresses like in the first half of the story, aiming to weave a net of power into everyone's heart.

Actually, it can't be said that Im was powerless to do anything about the second half.

The World Government has stood at its peak for eight hundred years, and has seen countless powerful figures over the years, but in the end, they all turn into a pile of bones with the passage of time.

Only Im remains, sitting high in the clouds, watching the rise and fall of the world, a scepter that no one has ever been able to truly shake.

The situation is the same now; Roger, Newgate, Skeeter, and so on are just interesting little episodes in Im's endless years.

However, if Im doesn't take action personally, the Five Elders and the Navy, who are either after power or justice, won't be able to change anything.

This is a vicious cycle.

John did not intend to change the world order by doing this; he merely gave hope to the foolish people in the latter half of the story and encouraged the kings of the member states to invest more money.

It's all just about getting others to pay for his plans.

As soon as the interview was completed, Morgans quickly rushed to print the latest report, letting the seagulls of his various branch offices across the ocean spread throughout the world.

Dressrosa is a country that is still in the agricultural era.

At the age of twenty-one, Rikudordo III had already ascended the throne and governed the country with benevolent policies, making the people here happy despite their poverty.

It's hard to imagine that this was once the land run by the Celestial Dragons, the Donquixote family.

In the simple palace, King Riku sat in a chair, holding a newspaper, his face showing emotion.

"Navy, so you've finally seen this sea area that's been ravaged by pirates?"

Dressrosa is a member state, but it has never received the protection it deserves and is frequently harassed by pirates.

King Riku's idea was to aid neighboring countries and form an alliance to fight against pirates.

But now that the navy has the idea of ​​protecting them, forming an alliance is naturally a better option.

"The World Conference is just around the corner, and I will do everything in my power to make this happen!"

Having made his decision, King Riku quickly took out a Den Den Mushi and dialed the names of the kings of the allied member states.

Make sure the gas is on beforehand!

Inside the Punk Hazard research institute.

John sat cross-legged on the cold steel floor, munching on a watermelon, while a Den Den Mushi next to him mimicked Sora's speech.

"Was it you who suggested the idea of ​​sending additional troops to the second half?"

"No, it's that bald brigadier general."

John flatly denied it, blaming everything on the guy whose name he couldn't remember.

Upon hearing this, the Den Den Mushi pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I called to praise you, but you won't admit it. I was even hoping you would represent the Navy at the World Conference."

"It's definitely not me."

John denied it to the end, saying it wasn't the right time for him to show his face.

Even though she faked her death, changed her hairstyle, and altered her identity, there's no guarantee she won't be recognized by old acquaintances.

"If you can make this happen, you will be promoted to lieutenant general. Are you still going to continue denying it?"

Kong really wanted to make a big move that would change the world order when he was in the position of marshal.

If he succeeds, his name will be remembered by the world forever.

John was tempted for a moment, but resisted the urge and continued to deny it.

"It really wasn't me."

"Clap clap".

The call was abruptly disconnected.

"Finished your call? Come over and take a look."

Begabank stood in front of the instrument and waved to John.

John got up and walked over, squinting at the densely packed characters on the fluorescent screen.

These are rubbings of the historical text transmitted by Clover, including both the original text and a translation.

These are the original contents stored in the basement of the Omniscient Tree in Ohara, as well as those that the clover once found at sea, totaling six portions!

After John made Begabank promise that more historical texts would be sent in exchange soon, Clover sent them over.

John also had a headache about this. He had been planning to go to places like Alabasta and Sky Island to make rubbings, but he was too busy to have the time.

If only he had a capable confidant who could do these things for him.

But he didn't even tell Reed about something so important, let alone anyone else he could trust.

"That kingdom that existed for a hundred years in the Void actually possessed the technology to make non-living beings eat Devil Fruits!"

Begabank's excited words brought John back to his senses, and he turned to look at the man with a questioning expression.

Wasn't this technology originally invented by Begabank?