An intelligence officer, whose back was soaked with cold sweat, tremblingly handed over a top-secret document, his voice as thin as a mosquito. "Yuan...Fleet Admiral... CP0's 'nail' planted in Hachinosu Island... the latest... secret report..."
There is only one line in the document that is short but enough to set off Gunpowder's barrel. "Confirmed, 'Momousagi'Gion Vice Admiral has an intimate relationship with Gol·D·Allen, and is suspected to be his woman."
Akainu's hand holding the document was instantly covered by dark red Magma, and the paper turned into smoke with a "squeak" sound.
His complexion turned from livid to red, the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, his teeth chattered, and the air in the office began to distort due to the high temperature.
"Nani--!!!"
A roar shook the windows.
"Gion!!! Momousagi!!!"
Akainu stood up suddenly and slammed his fist on the desk.
The part where the expensive solid wood desk touches the fist instantly melts into a red Magma, and the flames jump up!
The documents, pens, and Den Den Mushi on the table "spontaneously ignited" in horror, turning into flying black ash, like a desperate black snow.
"Traitor! What a disgrace to the Navy! Are you worthy of the word 'justice' behind it?! Are you worthy of the training the Navy has given you?! Are you worthy of..."
Akainu was stuck for a moment and seemed unable to think of anything more, but he became even more angry. "Do you deserve my trust?!!"
He waved his Magma-turned arm, and blackened cracks began to appear on the walls of the office.
"Gol·D·Allen! The source of evil! I am inseparable from evil!! Momousagi, you are tarnishing the glory of the Navy! Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!!"
The crackling sound of burning documents, the "sizzling" sound of Magma dripping on the floor, and Fleet Admiral's almost broken roar full of personal anger echoed in the corridor.
Kizaru I don't know when I "slid" silently to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, leaning back slightly, as if I wanted to blend into the glass.
He pushed up his brown sunglasses, looked out the window, and said in a long and drawn-out tone, "Oh~ Yeah~ It's really... so scary~ The temperature has reached a new high~"
The body is honestly a little further away from the center of the outbreak.
Fujitora's brows were tightly knitted into the character "Chuan" under his closed eyes, and Staff Sword in his hand tapped the ground lightly, making a dull tapping sound.
He was silent, but the dignified air pressure emanating from his body showed that he was not at peace inside.
Ryokugyu folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, with undisguised contempt and a hint of interest in watching the excitement on his face.
He curled his lips and murmured in a low voice, but it was enough for people nearby to hear. "Ugh... getting so angry over a woman? That's all Fleet Admiral's temper... But, Momousagi that woman... tsk tsk."
He licked his lips and smiled with an unknown meaning.
Former Fleet Admiral, current Grand Inspector Sengoku sat on Akainu with his head tilted, holding his forehead with his hands in pain, feeling like his head was going to explode again.
He looked at the destroyed desk and burning documents, and felt distressed. Those were all budgets, and more importantly, he was helpless at Akainu's uncontrollable rage.
"Sakazuki... calm down... pay attention to your identity..." The voice was weak.
Garp is sitting in the corner, as if he is not involved.
He was picking his nostrils attentively, and then skillfully picked up a piece of Senbei with the fingers that had picked his nostrils, making a crisp "click" sound when bitten.
Hearing Akainu's roar, he muttered vaguely, "Huh? Momousagi, that little girl... it's so good to be young... it's so normal to fall in love..."
He glanced at Akainu and continued, "You just have a unique vision?"
I picked up another piece of Senbei.
Other generals, such as Momonga, Onigumo, etc., collectively performed a textbook "tactical retreat".
The body was pressed tightly against the back of the chair, the neck was retracted as much as possible, and the eyes were communicating wildly in the air. "Here it comes again! Fleet Admiral's 'Absolute Justice Magma speech'!"
"My report! The report I just handed in turned into ashes!"
"Momousagi Vice Admiral... Really or not? This is more exciting than Big Mom dying!"
"Who's going to put out the fire? Or... who's going to remind Fleet Admiral that his cloak is about to burst?"
The hem of Akainu's cloak of justice was indeed burned by the Magma he splashed, but he didn't even notice it.
Amid Akainu's continuous Magma eruption and document burning performance, this emergency meeting could not proceed at all.
Sengoku forcibly declared the meeting to be adjourned, and the generals, as if they had been granted amnesty, fled the office that was turning into a lava cave as quickly as possible while maintaining their apparent composure.
Chaotic Fleet Admiral's Office is temporarily left with nothing but chaos.
Sengoku asked the adjutant to find someone to repair the table immediately, and emphasized that fireproof materials were needed. Then he looked tiredly at Chief Officer Tsuru, the only one who hadn't left and was sitting elegantly on the small sofa next to him.
Sengoku's eyes are as sharp as an eagle, piercing Chief Officer Tsuru: "Crane..."
His voice was low, with an undeniable sense of oppression, "The secret report about Gion... did you know about it a long time ago?"
He stared closely into the crane's eyes, trying to catch a trace of fluctuation.
Chief Officer Tsuru seemed not to hear the residual heat and burnt smell of the office. He calmly picked up a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, blew on it gently and took a sip.
His face showed his usual calmness and wisdom, neither admitting nor denying.
She put down her tea cup, looked out the window at the busy port Marine Headquarters, and spoke leisurely, her voice as steady as if she was discussing the weather. "Sengoku, impatience can't solve the problem."
She paused, "That brat... before he left, he asked me, an old woman, to bring you a few words."
"He said: 'Kuzan, that guy is alive and kicking and is fine. Don't worry about that fire-breathing guy in your family, let alone trouble him.'"
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Sengoku, "He also said that when this general cleaning of World Government is completely over and the dust settles, Kuzan will stroll back to work on his own."
Sengoku's pupils shrank suddenly.
The news of Kuzan made him feel a big stone in his heart, but what followed was even deeper worry and shock.
Allen's words reveal great ambition and a thorough knowledge of the internal affairs of the Navy.
He fell silent, tapping his fingers on the back of the chair unconsciously, digesting this astonishing information.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the blackened windows of Magma, dyeing the smoke and dust in the office and Chief Officer Tsuru's calm silhouette with a layer of gold.
On one side are the traces and charred remains of Magma that have not yet completely cooled down, on the other side are the dense heat in the Chief Officer Tsuru tea cup and the calmness that sees everything.
What used to be Hachinosu Island is now undergoing a lively reconstruction scene.
Collapsed buildings are being cleared, new foundations are being laid with a roar, and workers are shouting to carry building materials.
However, in the middle of this ruins and busyness, there is a Villa that no one else can see.
This is Kamui Space developed by Allen through Space Ability.
The interior of Bieye is extremely luxurious and comfortable.
Soft fur carpets, columns inlaid with gems, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows can look directly at the busy construction site through the void, but inside the windows there is incense and soothing music.
This is Allen's "gentle town" and also the base camp of his "family group".