Tiger Shark Island
"Where are the medics?!"
"Hurry! We have wounded here!"
"Are there any bandages left?!"
"Get me a hemostatic agent, now!"
"···"
"Major Giel···"
A Marine looked at Major Giel, whose face was ashen, his own expression full of worry.
"How bad are the casualties?"
"Forty-six seriously wounded, 267 lightly wounded, and 37 missing."
In a situation like this, being missing basically meant being dead.
"I understand."
Major Giel nodded, a flame burning in his eyes.
They had to wipe out every last one of those pirates!
"Did they already get away?"
A voice suddenly came from the sky. A moment later, a tall figure dropped down and landed in front of Major Giel.
A pink feather coat, purple sunglasses, and the unmistakable, overwhelming malice radiating from him.
Cold sweat trickled down Major Giel's temple.
"Shichibukai, Donquixote Doflamingo!"
Major Giel spoke the man's name one word at a time, barely concealing the fear in his eyes.
"What are you doing here?!"
Though the Shichibukai were directly overseen by the World Government, they seemed, on the surface, to be allies of the Marines, who also served the World Government.
But the Shichibukai were powerful, arrogant men who didn't care about the Marines.
And given the World Government's ways, even if a Shichibukai killed a Marine, the government wouldn't punish him for it.
In truth, plenty of Marines had died at the hands of the Shichibukai, both when they were pirates and after they became Shichibukai.
Doflamingo, in particular, was notorious for enjoying the sport of toying with the Marines.
"Hm?"
Doflamingo lowered his head slightly, looking at the Marine in front of him.
He had just arrived at Tiger Shark Island and found it in the aftermath of a battle. This Marine seemed to be the highest-ranking survivor, so