Marine Headquarters Colonel Monkey D. Garp stood at the bow of the warship, holding an opened bag of rice crackers.
The sea breeze of the East Blue rushed in from the bow, making the coat with the word "Justice" on its back flap loudly behind him.
He took a bite of a rice cracker, chewing with a crunch as crumbs fell onto the deck. Beside him, his adjutant Bogart expressionlessly moved half a step away.
"Colonel Garp." Bogart's voice was as cold and straight as the sword at his waist.
"According to intelligence, the Raging Lion Pirates were last seen in these waters. Their main force has been crushed, but their core members have yet to be captured."
"Got it, got it." Garp stuffed the remaining half of the rice cracker into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly.
"That lion brat sure runs fast. I chased him across the Grand Line for half a month, all the way to the edge of the Calm Belt, and in the blink of an eye, he slipped into the East Blue."
Bogart opened the notebook in his hand.
"The Raging Lion Pirates. Captain 'Mad Lion' Lane, bounty of 148 million Beli, Zoan Lion-Lion Fruit user. First mate 'Yin Blade' Dean, former Marine major, bounty of 88 million. The other three core members each have bounties exceeding 60 million. Colonel Garp, allow me to remind you that their total bounty exceeds 400 million."
"A bounty isn't a rice cracker. You can't tell whether it's salty just by taking a bite."
Garp reached into the bag for another cracker, found it empty, crumpled the bag into a ball, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
"What matters is catching them. That lion brat robbed a Celestial Dragons' transport ship on the Grand Line. The higher-ups are