Buru-buru!
At Marineford, in the Fleet Admiral's office in the Headquarters Building, Kong set down his quill and answered the Den Den Mushi.
"Fleet Admiral Kong, we failed!"
"The Roger Pirates escaped again."
Tsuru's report was calm, but the suppressed fury was still palpable.
If Gild Tesoro hadn't intervened, the Roger Pirates would never have escaped this time.
"What happened?"
Kong's brow furrowed as he listened. It hadn't just been Sengoku and Garp this time—Tsuru had gone too, along with so many Vice Admirals and Rear Admirals. And now they were reporting that the capture had failed?
There was no way Sengoku and the others were so incompetent!
Nor could the Roger Pirates be that powerful. This wasn't the kind of report Kong wanted to hear.
"Gild Tesoro showed up with the BUG Representative and attacked us!"
At that moment, the Marines were still on Meteor Island. From a high vantage point, they could see that the archipelago had been utterly transformed. Many of the smaller islands had disappeared beneath the sea, and the landscape was riddled with basins, craters, canyons, and chasms. It had been completely reshaped.
Everyone was tending to their injuries. They were covered in cuts and bandages, while Sengoku directed the treatment of the wounded not far away!
Garp was among them, too.
"Gild Tesoro?"
Kong's voice rose sharply, and his face darkened. He raised a hand, nearly smashing his desk, but stopped himself at the last moment.
His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe.
That damn pest!
What a meddlesome pain in the ass.
They'd missed such a rare opportunity just like that.
"Have Sengoku and the others rest for half a day, then keep pursuing them!"
Kong suppressed his anger. He had no intention of letting Sengoku and Garp withdraw—instead, he wanted them