Inside the solemn, austere yet undercurrents-filled Chamber of Power in Holy Land Marijoa, a massive projection screen was playing "Gol D. Allen's Crimes Compilation, HD Edition." Every scene was like a whip lashing viciously against the World Government's frayed nerves.
Scene One: A lavish transport ship loaded with Celestial Tribute was sailing steadily across the vast sea.
Then, without warning, a massive ship that seemed to have emerged from nowhere like a ghost shattered the calm.
More than a dozen agile youths aboard it boarded by force without a word. With Swift Strikes, the government officials on the ship fell one after another, their blood dyeing the deck red.
Immediately afterward, a Space Gate silently opened on the deck. Allen poked his head out, flashed a brilliant grin, and gave the surveillance Den Den Mushi a V-sign. The provocation could not have been clearer.
Then, the dozen or so youths, along with the shipful of gold, silver, and treasures, vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a battered transport ship swaying precariously amid the waves.
Scene Two: An elite CP0 squad was carefully escorting three critically important Devil Fruits.
Just as everyone proceeded warily, Allen's figure appeared behind the squad captain like a ghost in the next instant.
Allen lightly tapped the captain's forehead with a finger and softly said, "Time... Stop!" In an instant, the image froze, as though time itself had come to a standstill.
That group of ghostlike Imperial Guards appeared once more. With Swift Strikes, they slaughtered every CP0 member in an instant.
Watching Allen so recklessly lead people in murder and robbery like a bandit, Saint Topman Warcury's forehead veins bulged, wriggling like earthworms.
Unable to suppress the fury in his heart any longer, he slammed down his palm. "Bang—crack!" Another conference table made of