One Piece: Winged Dragon of the Beasts Pirates

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"Is that so?"

Ian's lips curled into a smile.

Not in a hurry.

Shanks finding the Gum-Gum Fruit and losing an arm is something that will happen next year.

Let's get involved in the East China Sea then.

Then there's the red-haired girl, the future songstress Uta, whose Song-Song Fruit ability is practically cheating.

Speaking of which, what was the name of the island she was sent to?

I can't remember the name, but I do remember it was an island that could be called a music mecca.

It doesn't really matter if you don't know the name.

We'll find out when the news of Shanks destroying that island spreads throughout the world.

There's no rush, anyway, Shanks will leave Uta on that island.

BLU BRU BRU.

Ian's Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.

He raised his hand to answer the call.

"Ian!"

It was the voice of an old friend: "Someone else has contacted me to order your bombers."

“Then answer them the same way as before, Umit,”

Ian said calmly, "This is not for sale."

In the two years of the New World War, bombers and fish-man units have indeed shone brightly.

At least Ian knew that Charlotte Linlin almost immediately sent people to Fishman Island to recruit soldiers, and she actually managed to build up a force, although it was much smaller than the Beast Pirates' Fishman army.

The appearance of the bomber attracted worldwide attention.

They have almost completely overturned the past forms of warfare.

The war has shifted from two-dimensional warfare to three-dimensional warfare.

The sky will be conquered by humankind from now on!

Anyone with half a brain could see the potential of this weapon. Almost the day after the bomber was unveiled, dealers from all over the world were calling Ian non-stop.

They were all looking to buy this weapon.

Even Wang Zhi and Charlotte Lingling tried to purchase it through various channels.

Ian's answer was only one: no sale.

After all, this thing is the most cutting-edge technology of the Beasts Pirates, how can it be sold so easily?

However, Ian also knew that this technological blockade was only aimed at pirates.

For a true enemy, the World Government, replicating these aircraft would be extremely difficult.

With Vegapunk around, that guy could probably understand most of the principles just by looking at pictures of bombers in the newspaper.

Who knows, the world government's fighter jet manufacturing plants might already be operational.

So after completing his research on underwater torpedoes, Uncle Quinn immediately began iterating on fighter jets.

Talking about energy issues?

Fossil fuels are enough; let's focus on improving internal combustion engines.

Anyway, before Vegapunk created the Mother's Flame, he didn't have any good energy sources, so the two sides were on the same starting line.

"That's a shame,"

Umit sighed, "If they were willing to sell, this would be a huge order."

"Let's talk about it later."

Ian gave a curt reply.

If a more advanced fighter jet becomes available, then selling the older model is not out of the question.

"Then I'll be waiting!"

Umit looked on with some anticipation, then said, "Oh right, I almost forgot the important thing. Ian, didn't you ask me to keep an eye on the North Sea for you? Dover has gone back to the North Sea."

"Oh?"

Ian raised an eyebrow. "Do you know why he went back?"

"I wouldn't know that,"

Umit said, "I've only heard that in the underworld of the North Sea, someone seems to be auctioning something, something like a Devil Fruit."

Ian sat bolt upright. "A Devil Fruit?"

"Yes, I don't know exactly what kind of fruit it is."

Umit said, "Should I go ask someone?"

"no need."

Ian said, "I'll ask someone myself."

"it is good."

The call with Umit ended.

Without stopping, Ian dialed a guy's number.

"Hehehe, Ian! Congratulations! Wang Zhi's Third Fleet has been completely defeated by you. When are you going to attack Beehive Island? I can do a live broadcast."

It was that familiar voice coming from the Den Den Mushi again.

"Enough with the nonsense, Morgans,"

Ian asked, "Answer me, what is that fruit being auctioned off in the North Sea underworld?"

"what?"

Morgans was slightly surprised. "Ian, you're quite well-informed, aren't you? Did Doflamingo tell you?"

"answer me."

Ian said in a deep voice.

"Hehehe, yes,"

Morgans paused deliberately, then said, "The Op-Op Fruit, what, Ian, are you also interested in this Devil Fruit?"

"However, you may be a step too late. The lucky one who obtained that fruit, the fallen Marine Dias Barreus, has already made a deal with the Navy and sold that Devil Fruit for an astronomical price!"

Drake, who was exercising nearby, suddenly paused when he heard a familiar name.

Ian wasn't surprised; he simply pressed on, "Where and when was the transaction?"

"Don't make things too difficult for Ian,"

Morgans complained, "That's a naval secret, how could I possibly know?"

Ian had no doubts.

Doflamingo knew this because he had a mole in the Navy who tipped him off.

Morgans was a paparazzi; although he was well-informed, he wasn't omniscient.

"Then help me track Doflamingo's location; he knows."

Ian said.

"Huh? Hehehe, it sounds like I've heard something very interesting,"

Morgans chuckled, "Everyone knows the Donquixote Family and your Beasts Pirates are partners, right? Doflamingo is your good friend, Ian. Why don't you just make a phone call?"

Ian didn't say anything.

The Ope Ope no Mi (Operation Fruit) represents the Ope Ope technique, and is considered a national treasure of the Celestial Dragons.

Doflamingo will never give up, even if it means turning against the Beasts Pirates.

He will definitely play dumb.

"Just do as I say."

"Oh, so you're ordering me around, hehehe. But it's okay, interesting news is about to happen in Beihai, right? As long as there's big news, I have no objection."

After ending his call with Morgans, Ian thought carefully for a moment, and then finally dialed another number.

This time, the Den Den Mushi rang for a long time.

Finally, the call connected.

"Who!"

It was a drunken voice, "Which bastard ruined my fun?"

Upon hearing this voice, Drake's body trembled.

Ian spoke, “Dias Barrerus, it’s me, Ian.”

“…Huh!”

The person on the other end of the phone gasped as if someone had choked them, followed by, "I-I-I-I-I-Lord Ian!"

"Barreus,"

Ian said, "Do you remember our promise from two years ago?"

"...Of course!"