1511 of the Grand Line Era.
A ray of sunlight slipped through the gaps between the leaves and fell across Aokiji's face.
He wore a dark green coat and black trousers. His black boots, brown backpack, and round-framed glasses had been set beside him.
Suddenly, Aokiji's ear twitched.
He heard a rustling sound.
The noise was dense and rhythmic, unlike the beasts on the deserted island.
However, Aokiji didn't open his eyes. Instead, he continued pretending to sleep.
About a thousand meters away from Aokiji, a masked agent had already set up a sniper rifle specially made by the Science Unit and aimed it at him.
This sniper rifle was exclusive to the Science Unit. It fired Seastone bullets specially made by the Science Unit.
Besides that, more and more agents in black suits emerged from various directions across the deserted island. Some leaped nimbly between the branches like squirrels.
Others slid softly through the grass like snakes.
There were at least a thousand of them.
Although they were some distance away, Aokiji could still hear everything clearly with his Observation Haki.
Outside the deserted island, ten warships lay in a line.
The soldiers aboard the warships stood on deck, waiting for the order to fight.
Kizaru wasn't in a hurry. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and leisurely lit one.
This time, to ensure the operation succeeded,
Sengoku had transferred all of his direct troops to Kizaru.
Although these "direct troops" were all somewhat old.
Even the youngest commanders were nearly sixty.
Not everyone in the Marines was like Garp and Sengoku.
Even someone as powerful as Zephyr had suffered a great decline in combat strength because of his asthma.
However, there was nothing they could do about that.
The young and vigorous commanders of the