Meanwhile.
Aboard the G2 Branch warship.
The entire deck was packed with Marines. Soldiers stood in ranks with rifles at the ready, while gunners waited grimly along the railings. A tense, murderous atmosphere spread across the ship.
"The shells are loaded!"
"The rifled fuses have been checked!"
"Port fifteen degrees! Hold the course! Full speed ahead!"
Commands and reports continuously rang out across the deck.
Rear Admiral Buma stood at the bow with a cigar between her lips and her arms folded, coldly squinting at the pirate ship in the far distance, no more than a tiny black dot.
"Finally found you, Hawkeye Pirates..."
Since leaving the G2 Branch harbor at dawn that day, she had led her warship through two full days and one night of searching, consolidating intelligence from all sides, before finally catching up to the enemy.
Hawkeye Misaia.
With a bounty of 93 million Beli and nearly a thousand loyal subordinates, she was undoubtedly a formidable pirate.
Even Buma had no absolute confidence in taking her down. She had already prepared herself to go all out in a bitter battle.
"Rear Admiral Buma!"
A Marine soldier on the lookout tower suddenly cried out and reported loudly:
"The enemy has suddenly changed course! It looks like they don't intend to flee—they want to fight us head-on to the death!"
"Hm?"
Buma raised a brow and sneered. "So confident? Hmph, that saves us some trouble."
That suited her perfectly.
The Hawkeye Pirates' ship had been modified. In terms of speed alone, it could even rival a standard Marine warship.
That was also one of the main reasons they had repeatedly broken through Marine encirclements and escaped.
If the enemy had kept fleeing, it would have taken her at least several more hours of exhausting pursuit to intercept them.