The Name of Justice

"Should be able to hear this."

Buggy's mumbled voice still had some presence in this chaotic night.

As soon as he heard this voice, Akainu's fist hardened.

It was this guy who colluded with the World Economic News during the Summit War, and a live broadcast directly blew up the Navy's pressure.

What was originally an open execution to deter pirates and weaken the Four Emperors' strength turned into an auction of Celestial Dragons in front of the whole world.

He even audaciously killed three Celestial Dragons.

Buggy's twelve hundred million bounty, at most two hundred million came from his strength, the remaining ten hundred million Belly was for his audacity.

The Navy's face was completely gone.

"Well, now we can continue our previous topic, Miklos Saint."

"What were you just saying, about some kind of event that happens to the Celestial Dragons every three years?"

Buggy's voice came from somewhere on the street.

This guy had taken another Celestial Dragon hostage!

Did the CP Organization grow up eating excrement? How could they not make a sound?

"I'll go cut off the broadcast, Gion, you go find Miklos Saint."

Akainu coldly made his deployment.

The arrogant clown had shown his face again, so he should be prepared to die.

Cutting off the broadcast was something he had to do himself.

This arrogant clown, beneath his seemingly random actions, carried a strong sense of purpose.

After bewitching Charmark Saint, he quickly took a new Celestial Dragon hostage, moving non-stop, holding the attention of the Navy, the CP Organization, and all the Celestial Dragons without a moment's pause.

Such passivity was disadvantageous to them.

But Akainu had to follow the opponent's rhythm.

He could already imagine how serious the Gorosei's expressions would be at this moment.

A nation-destroying event once every three years.

The Celestial Dragons enjoyed it, but for the mid-level Marine Soldiers, it was something that would shatter their faith.

Since they gathered the strength of various nations in the name of justice, they should be prepared for this name to backfire.

But not now!

Not all Marines treated those two words as air.

At least among the lower and middle ranks of the Marines and the citizens of the affiliated nations.

Akainu's hand clenched, transforming into slowly flowing, terrifying magma.

He still had to use the power of the Marines to achieve his justice in the name of justice!

In addition to his precise grasp of timing, Akainu gained a new understanding of this arrogant clown.

He always managed to force you to act according to his plans.

The technical support for the broadcast came from Morgans and Holbach.

As an intelligence magnate, he had clearly put a lot of effort into sound propagation.

After all, he had even managed to pull off a live broadcast.

A broadcast was no problem for him.

And Holbach's support was in terms of the medium.

The source of the sound was a person wearing a dark robe and hood, who kept their head bowed.

Their chest cavity was hollowed out and shaped into a large horn.

Inside, a Den Den Mushi with dark skin was nestled.

It shook its head and grinned, mimicking the signal coming from the other end.

"Then, as you said."

"The Celestial Dragons choose a Non-member Nation every three years as the venue for their hunting activities."

"Yes, yes, the citizens of that country are the prey. We work hard to hunt the prey, and only then can we get rewards."

The Den Den Mushi perfectly mimicked Miklos Saint's panicked tone.

"I've participated twice. Besides those commoners as prey, we also specifically release some prisoners as prey, and they can earn more points."

"But. But..."

His extremely panicked tone made it imaginable that a cold blade was currently pressed against his neck.

"But what?"

The clown's teasing voice was exceptionally recognizable, as if the incredibly heavy truth from Miklos Saint's mouth didn't affect his good mood.

Hmm, he enjoyed revealing such interesting truths.

Although not as interesting as the true face of his old friend.

But it would have to do.

The Den Den Mushi's face turned.

"However, since the God Valley Incident, every additional Prisoner has undergone strict screening."

"..."

"..."

"Is what the Celestial Dragons are saying true, Vice Admiral Momousagi?"

A Marine Soldier beside Gion suddenly stopped, holding his spear, his face filled with unspeakable fear.

As Marines, they had been taught since joining the force that the World Nobles were great, descendants of the Creator, and that their ancestors, the twenty kings, had established the current order.

They were the foundation of the World Government and the Marines.

Everyone said so, and every piece of paper recorded it.

From childhood to old age, from the elderly to babbling infants.

So, even when they saw how arrogant and disgusting they were...

But before crossing a certain line, before a collective consensus was formed.

The soldier deeply suppressed his doubts about the World Nobles in his heart and continued to uphold his justice.

But now, his worldview was beginning to collapse.

Gion's tall legs stopped.

Although she was skilled at comforting people, she suddenly didn't know how to face this bewildered subordinate.

She pursed her red lips slightly.

But after only a moment of hesitation.

She quickly strode forward with her long legs.

"Joker is skilled at playing with people's hearts, don't believe his words."

This statement was clearly not enough to salvage the soldier's suddenly collapsing worldview.

It was just that around him, there were only Marines watching coldly.

It was like a powerful inertia, sweeping them forward.

Miklos Saint's residence was not far from the central avenue, and even closer to the core of the Holy Land, the majestic Pangu City.

This status had nothing to do with him personally.

It was all thanks to Markas, that surname.

One of the current Gorosei was a Markas.

Gion's speed was not slow. After passing through the manor ahead, her Kenbunshoku Haki enveloped the entire Baroque-style building before her.

Three stories, the room at the very end.

A masked being, facing one. Two Den Den Mushis?

Gion had no intention of wasting time.

Her slender fingers rested on the hilt of her sword, Konpira. Her long legs bent, and she stepped on the air a few times.

"Geppo."

"Could you explain how you screen them, esteemed Miklos Saint?"

The Joker's voice still echoed throughout half the Holy Land.

"As for screening..."

"Due to the previous accident, we now directly select from the Navy."

"We choose some naive and hardworking fellows and send them to the hunting grounds early under the guise of special training."

"Well, sometimes we also say it's for a mission."

"But in the records, we'll write it as desertion."

"That way, no one will pursue it anymore."

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