Tracking the Roger Pirates was a very dangerous mission.
In the past, the Marines who had tracked the Roger Pirates had all met bad ends.
However, a mission was a mission. It had to be carried out.
After receiving their orders, the Special Operations Unit left the base that same day.
Ten days later.
The sun shone brightly, and the sky was a clear blue. The sea was calm and peaceful.
On the deck of the warship, Wright, Connor, and several young officers gathered together, chatting and enjoying afternoon tea.
At that moment, Wright said curiously, "Headquarters really cares about Roger. There are so many pirates in the New World, especially Golden Lion. He's much more brazen than Roger."
Connor nodded. Recently, the newspapers had been filled with news about Golden Lion.
After him came Whitebeard, Big Mom, Kaido, and others.
As for news about Roger, they had only seen one report ten days ago.
Wilder lowered his voice and said quietly, "I heard Roger possesses the secret of the Ancient Weapon."
"Ancient Weapon?" Wright and Connor were unfamiliar with the term.
Wilder looked at the two of them and said, "I only heard about it by chance in my former unit. Apparently, the Ancient Weapon possesses the power to destroy the world."
"If Roger got it, wouldn't that be extremely dangerous?" Wright said instinctively.
Wilder said, "That's why the World Government and headquarters are so eager to deal with Roger and his crew."
"I see." Wright, Connor, and the others finally understood how dangerous Roger was.
Just then, Victor, Eric, and Kennard walked over.
When they saw Victor approach, Wright, Connor, and the others immediately stood straight and saluted.
"We're almost at Gal Island. Everyone, pay attention. Extreme weather may appear later."
Victor reminded Wright and the others.
"Extreme weather?" Wright and the others looked at the clear sky and the calm sea.
"To become a qualified Marine, you can't rely solely on personal valor. You also need to understand geography and meteorology."
After speaking, Victor handed the nautical log behind him to Wright and the others. "If you have time, you can read it."
Wright opened it and glanced at it. "This is a pirate's nautical log from the day before yesterday."
Victor nodded and said, "There's plenty of loot, but the nautical log is the most valuable item among it."
"Thank you, Senior. I'll definitely read it!" Wright answered seriously.
Wright believed Victor was right.
"All right. Everyone else, prepare as well. Be ready to face the bad weather at any time."
Victor addressed the Marines on the deck.
"Yes!" Whether they were in the rigging or on the deck, the Marines responded loudly.
As the ship neared Gal Island, the sky suddenly darkened.
The phenomenon could only be described as bizarre.
Just moments ago, the sky had been clear and sunny. In the blink of an eye, it was covered in clouds as black as ink.
Not only that, but the sea grew turbulent. The waves that suddenly rose reached more than ten meters high.
Thunder and lightning filled the sky, accompanied from time to time by raging wind and rain.
The Marines on deck furled the sails in the shortest time possible before returning to the cabins.
At that moment, the cabin was like an iron can, while the Marines inside were like candies sealed within it.
Before the power of nature, the warship was truly tiny.
The storm that had raged through the night finally ended.
The Marines of the Special Operations Unit had been thoroughly battered.
Nevertheless, everyone admired Victor.
If Victor had not warned them in advance and told them to prepare for emergencies, they would certainly have been caught off guard.
One careless mistake could even have resulted in the ship being destroyed and everyone aboard dying.
After the warship docked,
the Marines quickly went ashore on Gal Island.
The beach of Gal Island was covered with the wreckage of ships.
After being battered by seawater and scorched beneath the blazing sun, the wreckage was already badly damaged.
The Special Operations Unit needed to replenish its supplies on the island as quickly as possible.
Fresh water, fruit, food, and other supplies were all necessary.
However, there was already a guest on Gal Island.
And this guest did not welcome the Marines.
At that moment, the Marine soldiers entered the forest, where they hunted, felled trees, gathered medicinal herbs, and collected other supplies.
However, a tall, thin man sat in a clearing deep within the forest.
When the Marines saw the tall, thin man, they all froze.
They could not have mistaken him. His appearance was far too distinctive.
The man wore a plum-red shirt and blood-red trousers, with black leather shoes trimmed in gold. A broad blood-red cloak hung from his shoulders, its inner lining patterned with checks. A blue rose adorned his neck, and he held a slender umbrella with a bat-shaped handle.
His eyebrows were crimson, a gold chain hung from his lips, and he always wore an alluring, sinister smile.
"You've got to be kidding!"
"How could we run into this guy here?"
"This is bad. We're going to die!"
"We're going to die here!"
Although they had been selected from Branch G5, that did not mean they were incapable of fear.
Especially when the enemy's strength had surpassed their imagination!
The man's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"You actually chased me all the way here."
"Was it Garp or Sengoku?"
The moment he finished speaking, a Marine turned and fled, shouting as he ran, "Count Red! Count Red is on the island!"
"Don't come any closer!"
"Everyone, run!"
The Marines shouted warnings to their comrades.
Count Red—Patrick Redfield.
Although he was alone, his personal strength alone allowed him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest figures on the sea.
He was a Great Pirate of the New World, a powerhouse with terrifying strength!
The pirates and Marines killed by Count Red were beyond counting.
However, in the next second,
the forest fell silent.
The Marines collapsed onto the ground, large amounts of blood flowing from beneath their bodies.
Redfield still maintained his grip on the umbrella.
He used the umbrella as a sword.
His swordsmanship was extraordinarily powerful.
In terms of personality, he was rather similar to Hawk Eyes Mihawk.
"What happened?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Did he just shout 'Count Red'?"
"Go over and take a look!"
"You go report to Colonel Victor!"
The Marines split into two groups. One went to notify Victor, while the others headed into the forest. However, when they arrived, they found corpses scattered across the ground.
At least fifty Marines had died horribly.
Their bodies had been hacked into pieces, their deaths too gruesome to look at.
Meanwhile,
the Marine who had returned to report rushed to Victor without even catching his breath. "Colonel Victor, Count Red! Count Red is on the island!"
Upon hearing the name Count Red,
Eric, Kennard, and the others all widened their eyes, unease filling their gazes.
Several Marines hissed softly as they secretly drew in a cold breath.
It was said that even a Marine Admiral could not defeat Count Red!
And the Marine Admirals were the Marines' strongest combat power!
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