The war in the New World continued, and another two weeks passed.
Only then did "Death Gun" Leon arrive at the Sabaody Archipelago, taking his time.
That was actually fairly quick, considering how vast the first half of the Grand Line was for an individual traveler.
Besides, no merchant ships sailed directly to the Sabaody Archipelago from that remote little island.
The explosive growth in pirate numbers had affected merchant shipping to some extent.
When he reached Area 12 of the Sabaody Archipelago, an ordinary-looking merchant ship lay moored along the shore.
The entire ship had already been coated, apparently preparing to travel to the New World through Fish-Man Island deep beneath the sea.
This was where "Death Gun" Leon was to meet with the Vulcan Arms Company.
He boarded the merchant ship without any trouble.
"When do we leave?"
Leon dispensed with pleasantries when he met the man in charge of the merchant ship.
To him, this was nothing more than a transaction.
He was in no hurry. The bloody war in the New World would not end anytime soon, and arriving a little later would benefit him when he made his move.
Prolonged warfare took an immense toll on both body and mind.
Without enough time to rest, both physical and mental fatigue would set in.
Openings would inevitably appear.
For a sniper like him, even the slightest opening could be his chance to kill an enemy in a single shot.
The Vulcan Arms Company had tasked him with making a serious effort and firing all eighteen bullets in one magazine of "Death Gun."
Proud as Leon was, and as the world's greatest sniper, he would never merely go through the motions. He had to maximize his results and make every bullet count.
Even now, he remained the