You Need to Get Used to Our Strength

"Sir! Our operation to infiltrate Dock 3 has failed! The Demon Pirates' members are far stronger than we imagined! In less than three minutes, fifteen agents have lost contact. Even if we keep holding on, I'm afraid we won't get the result you want."

The blonde woman, now dressed in a black bodysuit, stood by the window and looked toward the place not far away, where all movement had ceased. Her voice trembled slightly.

She simply could not believe that more than ten elite agents drawn from CP1 through CP8 had been wiped out in under three minutes.

And that was with Sea Devil Allen, the captain of the Demon Pirates, absent!

Especially that dazzling flash of sword light from earlier—it had been enough to make one's scalp tingle with despair.

"Damn it! It must have been Hawk Eyes or Dora! That kind of slash could only be unleashed by one of the world's greatest Master Swordsmen!" Spandine cursed loudly, slamming his hand against the table.

As a cowardly, scheming, despicable man, the greatest difference between him and his dead son was that he would never put himself in danger.

Quite the opposite!

This guy preferred to arrange everything in advance, then hide somewhere safe and wait for the outcome.

The blonde woman took a deep breath, turned around, and said to her superior, "Sir! Obtaining the Pluton Blueprint or the core technology of the Endless Abyss is now impossible. Especially since we cannot confirm whether the Assassin dispatched by the Five Elders has truly dealt with Sea Devil Allen. Therefore, I suggest abandoning the original plan and capturing Franky, who only joined the Straw Hat Pirates not long ago, at any cost."

"Franky? That cyborg?" A strange expression appeared on Spandine's face.

"That's right! Since he was the one