What If the Fleet Admiral Kills Himself?

After the riot, the plaza at Marine Headquarters was strewn with battered CP0 agents, lying spread-eagled with vacant eyes.

Sivis had suffered the worst of them. Clutching his groin, he had lost consciousness, though white foam still bubbled from his mouth.

By an unofficial count, he had been beaten by two serving Marine Admirals, a former Admiral, a former Fleet Admiral, and more than a dozen Marine Vice Admirals.

The Marines, having vented years of pent-up frustration, looked thoroughly refreshed. Then the soldiers began cleaning up the battlefield—and taking the prisoners into custody.

Once Garp entered Sage Mode and calmed down, he surveyed the mess and scratched the back of his head in mild embarrassment. "This has gotten a little tricky."

"What's tricky about it?" Sengoku snorted. "We go straight to Impel Down and free Longinus."

"When did you get more radical than me?" Garp stared at him in disbelief, stroking his chin. "I like it, but it's taking some getting used to!"

"You call that radical?" Zephyr folded his arms and roared, "I'm going to Mary Geoise to ask those five old fools if they got their heads caught in a door! How dare they do this to Longinus?"

Zephyr cared deeply for Longinus. In fact, he had come to regard him as the son he had lost.

So when he heard Longinus had been imprisoned, even Zephyr, who had stayed out of the Summit War, had joined the beating.

"Hahaha! You're thinking the same thing?" Garp slapped Zephyr's shoulder and laughed. "I've always thought those five old bastards had their brains flattened by Sea Kings! If you're going, I'm going too!"

"Well, now you've got my attention! I've got plenty of questions for the government myself." For once, Aokiji took the sleep mask off his forehead and tucked