Elite Camp Mission

At this time, on the beach of the island where the Elite Camp was located.

A Marine warship was docked by the shore, and a Libra Seagull was emblazoned on its raised sails, shining brightly.

It was now the end of September, and the midday sun was still scorching, unceremoniously baking the Marines on the beach.

Sweat began to trickle down their foreheads, and the Marines all wore expressions of exhaustion. The constant itching all over their bodies made them wish they could peel off their skin.

But no one dared to move an inch. In front of them, Zeff stood with his arms crossed, looking at them with a stern expression.

"Have you all thought this through? This is a practical combat training, and your opponents are vicious pirates!"

"Casualties are inevitable, so you can all consider this carefully!"

Zeff spoke word by word, as if intentionally making them bake in the sun a little longer.

"Since no one is speaking, it means you all volunteer to participate!"

"Then..."

"I declare the Elite Camp mission officially begun! Now, I will announce the mission and rewards!"

Zeff nodded with satisfaction, took out a small booklet, and began to read.

"The objective of this mission is the Mafia in the West Blue. We only need to eradicate them from the West Blue, and the mission will be complete!"

"After the mission is completed, you will receive corresponding Military Merit. I don't need to tell you the use of Military Merit, do I!"

After Zeff finished speaking, a glint flashed in everyone's eyes. They naturally knew the importance of Military Merit!

Especially the intern students of the Elite Camp watching below, they needed to pay 1000 points of Military Merit to enter the Elite Camp!

Moreover, things like the Marine Six Styles, sword and fist technique manuals, and even Haki training methods could be exchanged for Military Merit!

The Marine Six Styles required 5000 points of Military Merit, while Haki required 20,000 points!

If they performed exceptionally well this time, obtaining 1000 points of Military Merit would be very easy!

As long as they survived a few practical combat missions, becoming a formal member would almost be a certainty!

While everyone else's attention was focused on Military Merit, Luo Sa was contemplating the objective of this mission.

"The West Blue Mafia?"

"If I recall correctly, one of the Supernovas ten years from now, the gangster Capone Bege, is one of the leaders of the Mafia!"

"I just don't know if Capone Bege has eaten the Castle-Castle Fruit yet. That's a very good Devil Fruit!"

Looking out at the distant sea, Luo Sa smiled slightly. If Capone Bege hadn't eaten the Castle-Castle Fruit and was still weak...

Then he wouldn't mind nipping this future Supernova in the bud!

"Luo Sa, I'm counting on you this time."

On the deck of the warship, Hina was chatting with Luo Sa.

"Mhm, don't worry."

Luo Sa smiled and nodded. He had a good impression of Hina.

"Yo, Hina, what use is this little guy who just joined the Elite Camp?"

"You might as well ask me. As long as you make me happy, I guarantee you can join the Elite Camp!"

Just then, an old soldier from the Elite Camp walked over, looking at Luo Sa with disdain.

"Sok, I've told you not to bother me. I don't like you!" Hina gritted her teeth.

"Is it for this little shrimp who's only five feet tall?" Sok's face immediately darkened.

"That's right!"

Hina snorted coldly, then linked arms with Luo Sa and turned her back to him, showing him a pitiful expression.

Luo Sa glanced at Hina, then at Sok, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

"Very well, I wish you both good luck!"

Sok looked at Luo Sa, his eyes flickering for a moment, then turned and left.

"Phew, sorry, I've caused you trouble again!"

Hina breathed a sigh of relief as Sok walked away.

"It's fine!"

Luo Sa gave a helpless smile.

Given his personality, he naturally preferred to avoid trouble whenever possible, but since Hina had said that, he couldn't directly refuse.

The West Blue is located in the latter half of the Grand Line, on the sides of the New World. Without passing through Fish-Man Island, it's impossible to navigate a warship there.

Therefore, the route for this Elite Camp mission is to first pass through the Calm Belt into the South Blue, then cross the Red Line directly into the West Blue!

After several days of sailing, the warship entered the Calm Belt, and with Vegapunk's black technology, it moved unimpeded within it.

Following that, Zeff led everyone onto the Red Line Continent, marching rapidly. Finally, after a month, they successfully entered the West Blue.

"Phew, phew, phew, we've finally reached our target sea area. This month of forced march has truly exhausted me!"

Sakartam sprawled onto the deck of an ordinary cruise ship without any regard for his image.

"Cheer up, the real battle is just beginning!"

Smoker, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, took a deep drag.

"Speaking of which, that pervert, actually went from beginner to master of Soru in just this month. It's truly terrifying!"

Drake looked at Luo Sa, who was continuously practicing Soru in the distance, his eyes flickering.

"Let's go. Since the mission is about to start, we must find that guy to discuss it."

"After all, this is our first real combat mission, so we must unite!"

Sakartam stood up and brushed the dust off his back.

The Elite Camp's real combat mission this time was to deal with the Mafia here. As a behemoth that dominated an entire sea, its threat was absolutely no less than that of pirates with bounties in the tens of millions!

In reality, the Mafia's actions were almost always underground. Like an incredibly slippery loach, the Marines had tried to eliminate it several times, only for it to escape.

It wasn't until a while ago that the Marines received an anonymous tip, which finally allowed them to locate the Mafia's hidden underground headquarters.

To avoid alerting the enemy, the Marines then assigned the mission to eliminate the Mafia to the Elite Camp and transferred them here from afar.

According to the information in the anonymous letter, the Marines had also pinpointed the Mafia's main base to be on an obscure island in the West Blue.

It was currently the dead of night.

An ordinary cruise ship sailed across the sea. Looking ahead, the outline of the island could already be seen.

"When we land, everyone wear your Marine emblem and follow the map to strike the Mafia headquarters."

"If you encounter any resistance, the resisters will undoubtedly be members of the Mafia. I don't need to tell you what to do, right?"

"Bring back the heads of Mafia executives. This is the basis for recording Military Merit."

Zeff stood at the very front of the cruise ship's deck, his expression serious as he began to lay out the plan for this real combat mission.

Although Zeff would be stationed on shore, this was still a real combat mission. Even Zeff couldn't guarantee everyone's safety.

It could be said that in every real combat mission, losing a few people was completely normal!

To become a true warrior, they had to be baptized in blood!