Death of the Capone Family Head

In an instant,

The air warped, the carpet tore apart, and the windows on the walls shattered all at once!

Throughout the entire space, even the light itself seemed to twist into a faint red.

It lasted only a second.

Thud!

The Capone family head collapsed without any resistance, his head slamming into the corner of the desk.

Intense pain shot from between his brows, like a nail driven into his brain, briefly making him a little clearer.

But only mentally.

He lay sprawled across the desk, unable to move.

Like a quadriplegic patient, the sensation of unconsciousness still filled his entire body.

Out of the corner of his eye, that young figure calmly walked past the desk.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out.

He knew the two bodyguards had probably died.

Those two bodyguards were only slightly weaker than Gotti. They had been among the trump cards he had hidden away for years... yet they had died here without even knowing why.

"I'm next, aren't I?"

A wave of unwillingness suddenly surged through his muddled mind.

He had imagined being killed by one of the other four families.

He had imagined being captured and executed by the Marines.

But he had never imagined that he would die at the hands of some inexplicable historian.

"How ridiculous!"

"I won't accept this!!"

The Capone family head's face twisted, his eyes bloodshot. His numb hand on the desk slowly curled into a fist, and his entire body trembled as though he were about to break free of the rigidity of his shallow unconsciousness.

At that moment, an icy gun barrel pressed against his forehead.

The Capone family head went still.

Jogo's black-haired, black-eyed face appeared in his vision again.

"Jo...go..." he barely forced out the two syllables.

Jogo wiped away his nosebleed and nodded, his expression calm.

"It's me."

"The Marines... that was you too..."

"That's right. I called them."

"You... have a grudge against the Capone Family?"

"Did you have a grudge against Ohara?"

"Ha... hahaha..." The Capone family head suddenly laughed, his voice bleak.

In that instant, he suddenly regretted it.

Why had he provoked those historians back then?

Why had he made that phone call?

Because of this... because of an Ohara he had never taken seriously!

His plans...

His Capone Family...

Everything was ruined!

Click!

The hammer cocked.

The Capone family head closed his eyes.

The next second, he suddenly opened them. One hand grabbed the barrel with all his strength as he stared fixedly at Jogo. "Let it go... don't... Bege... the Capone Family..."

Bang!

Blood spread across the desk.

Jogo put away his gun, expressionless.

A prompt sounded in his mind.

[Obtained Trait: Beheading Tactics (White)]

After glancing at it, Jogo began gathering the items that the three of them had pulled from various hidden corners of the desk.

A small treasure chest containing high-value checks and all kinds of precious jewels.

There was also a pile of notebooks... the Capone Family's internal ledgers?

The Capone Family really did love keeping accounts.

He took it all...

A few minutes later, Jogo kicked open the door and walked out of the office with a heavy bag slung over his back.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows.

Family members lay sprawled crookedly across the corridor floor.

Jogo stepped over them, descended the stairs, and headed for the prison beneath the low building.

The Capone family head's final words were not hard to guess.

He had merely wanted Jogo to spare Capone Bege and the entire Capone Family.

That had been somewhat unnecessary.

Jogo had never intended to go after Capone Bege in the first place. Mainly because he probably could not beat him.

Not to mention a colossal force like the Capone Family.

With the Capone family head dead, Ohara's crisis had been temporarily resolved.

His goal had been achieved.

Even if Capone Bege wanted revenge afterward, it would have to wait until he had secured the position of family head and shaken off the Marines... at the very least, that would take two or three years.

For Jogo,

Let alone two or three years, if he still lacked the strength to crush Bege within a year,

Then he might as well forget about protecting Ohara and find somewhere to bury himself.

Crash!

As he walked, Jogo casually knocked over the liquor cabinets and smashed the barrels that had been moved out, spilling alcohol everywhere.

By the time he reached the prison, the low building was filled with the rich fragrance of liquor.

He pushed open the rusty iron door and walked in.

The prison was crammed with pirates from the Acne Pirates.

Like potatoes in a field, they squatted miserably on the ground hugging their legs. By now, they had all been knocked unconscious by the impact of Conqueror's Haki.

Behind them, the captain occupied a space all to himself—completely naked and suspended in midair.

There was barely a patch of intact skin left on his body. The horrific bloodstains across the surrounding walls spoke of the brutality of the torture he had endured.

Perhaps because he smelled the alcohol in the air, Jogo could hear his drunken muttering as he approached.

"Liquor... liquor... liquor..."

"You're going to drink yourself to death someday," Jogo said irritably.

As though he had heard Jogo's voice, the dazed captain gave a foolish chuckle and mumbled again, "Drink... have a drink... good brother... I... won't tell..."

"..."

After two seconds of silence, Jogo shook his head and carried him and the remaining twenty-odd crew members out of the low building.

The black-car driver was still waiting where he had been, too afraid to leave.

Jogo knocked on his window, signaling for him to bring over the truck from the store next door.

Then the two of them worked together to load all the pirates onto the truck.

Just as he was about to leave, Jogo suddenly remembered something. He went back into the building and emerged shortly afterward carrying a wooden box.

He placed the wooden box in the truck, leaned against the vehicle, and looked back at the understated yet luxurious low building before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

For a moment, he actually felt much lighter.

I really was born for murder and arson!

"Got a light?"

He pulled out one of the Capone family head's treasured cigars from somewhere and waved it in front of the driver.

The driver hurriedly took out some matches and lit the cigar with trembling hands.

Jogo put it to his lips and took a convincing-looking puff, only to break into a violent coughing fit.

"Tastes this bad... no wonder he died early."

With a light flick of his fingers, the cigar drew an arc through the air and flew into the low building.

He turned and climbed into the vehicle.

"Let's go!"

The truck started up, belching black smoke as it rattled off into the distance.

Behind them, flames gradually leaped from the windows of the low building, eagerly climbing up the lavish roof.

Not long afterward...

Hurried footsteps sounded from an alleyway.

"What happened? Everyone on the streets is down!"

"Who knows? Forget about that. Did we shake the Marines?"

"They're gone..."

"Hahaha, how could they know Sunflower Island better than we do?"

"Almost there. Hold on. We can rest once we get to the base!"

Capone Bege came rushing out with a group of family members, panting heavily and ready to celebrate their escape... when firelight suddenly reflected across their faces and a heat wave hit them head-on.

Everyone turned stiffly, mouths hanging open as they watched the familiar, safe base from their memories burn fiercely on the silent street.

The joy of escaping death seemed to have been burned to ashes along with the blaze.

"What happened... what happened here?"

"Wasn't everything fine when we called earlier?"

A charred corpse lay draped over the windowsill, declaring the tragedy that had occurred here.

It was as though...

It was as though...

That inferno at the nightclub the day before yesterday!

Bege's furious roar rang out through the street.

"Father!!!"

Just as he was about to charge into the sea of flames, cries of alarm suddenly came from behind him.

"Lord Bege, the Marines are coming!"

Capone Bege stopped in place. Struggle flashed through his eyes as he stared blankly at the fire. After standing there stunned for two seconds, he finally gritted his teeth and shouted, "Go! Everyone, leave with me immediately!"

A Capone Family black car was parked by the roadside, though no one knew who had left it there.

Vito took the driver's seat and quickly started the car. Bege activated his Devil Fruit ability, drawing the family members into his body before climbing into the back seat.

Soon, the black car hurried away.

The street fell silent again as the flames burned quietly.

Not long after,

Marine soldiers rushed over, then hurried away again.

No one knew how much time passed.

A light rain gradually began to fall from the sky.

Passersby gradually woke from their unconsciousness, staring in shock at the towering fire blazing through the rain.

"Ah, a rainbow!"

Someone suddenly pointed behind the raging flames.

The people looked in the direction he indicated.

Sure enough, beneath the clouds and rain gradually scattered by the sunlight, a rainbow rose from within the flames.

At the same time, in a room at the Wild Sunflower Tavern...

The captain of the Acne Pirates suddenly opened his eyes.

"I won't tell!!!"

He shot upright in fury, eyes wide as he panted heavily.

A few seconds later, he realized something was wrong.

He did not seem to be in a dungeon anymore.

Looking at the clean, familiar room around him and the bandages covering his body, he sat frozen on the bed.

His mind could not quite process it.

A folded sheet of letter paper lay beside his hand.

He picked it up and unfolded it.

Through the neat, forceful handwriting, he could almost see someone he had known for only a few days waving goodbye to him.

"Thank you to the Acne Pirates for your hospitality these past few days..."