World Economy News Agency headquarters, the president's office.
"Big news! This is big news!"
Morgans spread his wings and squawked.
Three photographs lay on the desk before him.
The first showed an enormous fleet, so enormous that the photograph could not capture it all.
In front of the fleet, a man wearing a coat emblazoned with "Justice" stood in midair.
The second showed that Marine with his back to the camera, his fist extended in a punch.
Before him lay an abyss stretching across the sea.
Even from the high camera angle, the photograph barely managed to capture the entire abyss.
In this photograph, the fleet had vanished without a trace.
The final photograph showed the Marine turning his head toward the camera.
This shot was very clear, and as a newsman, Morgans recognized the young Marine in it at a glance.
In fact, Morgans had been well aware of the alliance formed by more than sixty pirate crews.
He was a newsman, after all. It was only natural for him to have an intelligence network spanning the world.
Moreover, this intelligence network could only be controlled by Morgans himself.
It was also the foundation on which the World Economy News Agency stood.
But although he had known about the alliance, he had not known its purpose.
Now he finally understood.
Those outrageously bold fellows had actually set their sights on the G-1 Branch.
More precisely, they had set their sights on Randall.
"Hahaha! These fellows really are wonderful people!
They sent me big news even in death!
To repay them, I'll make them famous throughout the world!"
Somewhere in the New World, aboard a ship of the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Huh? Why's today's paper so thick?"
The ship's doctor, Pineapple Head Marco, took the newspaper from the News Coo, looking