Interception! Stirring the Winds and Clouds!

The sky stretched cloudless for miles, and the sea was calm.

If he had not needed to escort a criminal to Cake Island, Smoker could have spent such fine weather safely at the branch base today. After his morning training, he could have taken a fishing rod to the shore and enjoyed the peaceful morning.

After joining the New Marines for so many years, Smoker had used this platform to realize many of his ideals.

Originally, Marine Headquarters had planted him in the New Marines as a hidden agent. He had thought it would be a thankless job with little reward. After all, throughout history, very few spies had ever come to a good end.

But to Smoker's surprise, ever since he entered the New Marines branch, the Headquarters liaison officer above him had seemed to vanish. Over all these years, they had hardly assigned any proper missions to hidden agents like him.

By now, the New Marines and Marine Headquarters had reunited, yet he had never once been activated. Smoker had even forgotten that he possessed another identity.

The peaceful, harmonious living environment of Whole Cake Island had also made Smoker truly fall in love with this place. For most people, if they could live peaceful, stable lives, who would still want to risk their necks and live a life of fighting and killing at sea?

It was precisely because Smoker longed for and cherished a peaceful life that his hatred for pirates had become immeasurable.

To Smoker, the only purpose pirates served was to destroy the peaceful lives they currently enjoyed.

Because of this, Smoker was extremely "hawkish" in his attitude toward pirates. His methods were not especially brutal, but any pirate who fell into his hands would never again have a chance to walk safely out of