The Underworld Shaken

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On an unnamed island in the Grand Line, at the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army, a large crowd had gathered. Dragon, at the head of the group, frowned as he looked at the intelligence report in his hand.

Several important figures can be vaguely seen on the sofa below.

Bartholomew Kuma Shichibukai.

Emrio Ivankov, a transgender woman.

"The Underworld has been a bit unsettled lately. JK has been aggressively consolidating his power. How are the weapons they're selling off this time?"

After putting down the intelligence, Dragon looked at Tally, the intelligence control officer.

"Very strong. We bought back some at a high price, enough to easily win a war. Now, almost every ambitious kingdom has placed many large orders with Jker."

With a solemn expression, Tally had personally tested the power of these weapons.

"Grenade, if thrown, can turn a radius of ten meters into ruins."

"Machine Gun, 50 rounds per burst."

"Poison Gas Bomb will leave nothing but barren land within a kilometer radius."

These unheard-of weapons are truly terrifying. If our Revolutionary Army were equipped with these, then...

Below, Inazuma was somewhat aroused.

"Compared to Grenade, this combat suit and the guards are the most terrifying. According to investigations, an ordinary person wearing the combat suit can instantly possess the strength of a naval lieutenant commander, and those guards only obey orders; they are simply weapons of war."

Looking at the intelligence report, Sabo, who had just been promoted to chief of staff, had a somber expression.

"These things are all for war preparation; it seems I have to go there myself."

With one hand tapping the table, Long made his decision.

How could he not see the power of these weapons? Once the Revolutionary Army was equipped with these weapons, overthrowing the World Government would be a huge step forward.

Therefore, he made a decision to have a serious talk with this underground king, Jker.

As for Jker's true identity, any reputable organization could easily find it with a simple investigation.

"Koala, Ivankov, and I are going to the New World. Sabo will stay behind to handle things."

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, in Marineford, in the Fleet Admiral's Office.

What's your opinion on the weapons that have recently surfaced in the Underworld?

Looking at the documents in his hand, Sengoku frowned and glanced at Tsuru below, who was also looking at the intelligence report.

"These things all originated from Doflamingo. Someone capable of creating these things must be a group of scientists. Could it be that Doflamingo controls a group of scientists?"

After putting down the intelligence, Crane frowned.

"I don't think so. Perhaps Doflamingo is just a middleman!"

After tapping on the chopping board, Sengoku pondered for a moment and then voiced his thoughts.

"Who are you?" Crane clearly understood as well.

"As expected, they must have reached some kind of agreement with that guy. He has quite a few scientists under his control!"

"This is a bit troublesome."

"Regardless, our navy can also equip itself with these weapons. Let's buy some for Vegapunk to study first."

"Let someone handle it!"

Not only were the Revolutionary Army and the Navy alarmed by the powerful weapons that suddenly appeared in the Underworld, but other forces, such as the Four Emperors, were also alarmed.

In an instant, a storm was brewing, and basically all the powerful forces gathered in Dressrosa.

Doflamingo, on the other hand, was in high spirits at that moment.

The underground kings and kingdoms have all signed agreements with him, which means he has bound all forces together. Now, if he issues a single order, the entire underworld will tremble.

Yes, Doflamingo has now become the head of the Underworld.

"Fufufufu"

Royal Palace City, Doflamingo sat on a luxurious, plush sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Doff, we have too many orders right now, and the country still hasn't increased the quantity!"

Trebol beamed with a smile. During this period, they had not only made a fortune, but also bound together some forces. Now, even the Four Emperors would have to think twice.

"Then let's raise the price."

"This has already been mentioned twice, we can't mention it again. A single Grenade costs 50,000 Beli now!"

"Fifty thousand?" Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, took a sip of red wine, and continued, "Then notify the country to increase the quantity."

"They refused, telling us to produce our own Grenade and Machine Gun."

Trebol was somewhat angry.

"Has our factory been built yet?"

"It's finished, but it will take some time before we can sell it."

"Young Master, the Revolutionary Army is here!"

Just then, Diamante walked in and solemnly reported to Doflamingo.

"Fufufufu Revolutionary Army?"

"What are the Revolutionary Army doing here? Could it be?" A thought flashed through Trebol's mind.

"Let them in!"

A smile appeared on Doflamingo's face. He hadn't expected the Revolutionary Army to come looking for him at this time; as expected, it was definitely for those weapons.

Not long after, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, three figures slowly walked in.

"Fufufu, I didn't expect it to be you who came in person!"

Standing up, Doflamingo looked at the man in the lead with a somewhat surprised expression.

"You, Doflamingo, are you really worth me coming all this way? Won't you invite me to have a seat?"

"Please sit down, and bring some wine!"

Doflamingo pointed to the sofa opposite him and sat down.

"What brings the busy Revolutionary Army leader here?"

With an ambiguous meaning, Doflamingo picked up his glass of red wine and gestured towards it.

"You're a smart guy, JK is hot right now!"

With his legs crossed, Long took a sip of red wine and nodded. "It tastes pretty good."

"Fufufu so"

Doflamingo had everything under control; he was neither in a hurry nor revealed anything.

"Those weapons are exactly what our Revolutionary Army needs, and I believe you won't refuse them either. It's mutually beneficial for both of us."

With a serious expression, Dragon looked at Doflamingo.

Doflamingo's smile vanished, and he leaned back on the sofa, frowning.

"I'm out of stock!"

With a sigh, Doflamingo dared not underestimate the behemoth that was the Revolutionary Army, especially since Dragon himself had come to his aid, giving him considerable face.

Out of stock?

Frowning, Dragon looked at Doflamingo and asked, "You have someone backing you?"

"No wonder he's the world's most dangerous criminal; he guessed it so quickly."

"It must be God!"

After a moment of contemplation, the dragon roughly guessed what had happened.

The applause rang out, Doflamingo laughed, offering no denial.

"Could you please give me your contact information?"

She realized she still owed that man a promise; she had given him her contact information, but she didn't have his.

Re-investigating now would undoubtedly be a waste of time, so Dragon looked at Doflamingo.

"Fufufu, you're stealing my business! Do you think I'd tell you?"

Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, his expression turning grim. If the Revolutionary Army reached an agreement with the Nation, his losses would be immeasurable.

Keep in mind that he's the only one selling these things right now, which is practically a monopoly. The profits are unimaginable. But if the Revolutionary Army gets involved, wouldn't that be taking a slice of Doflamingo's cake?

"Young Master, we have guests again."

At that moment, Diamante walked in from outside.

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