One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Bang!

A short gunshot rang out, and a severed finger fell from the sky.

"Ouch! Damn it! My pinky finger!"

Buffalo's screams rang out, louder than those of the officer below who had lost both legs.

The remaining dozen or so officers did not panic. Some rushed forward to hug their colleague with the broken leg, some picked up the two broken legs, and some drew their knives and guns, keeping watch on the sky.

"I have a solution, let me do it!"

Gross strode forward, placed his hands on the ground, and the hard bridge surface instantly softened.

The soft, muddy soil stretched forward, quickly forming a wide stone slab that connected the gap of several tens of meters at the fracture point.

Among the people present, none of them had mastered the Moon Step of the Six Styles, so they could not fly across by stepping on the air and could only pass over the ground.

"This is troublesome. Clay-Clay Fruit, a similar ability to yours, Trebol."

Baby5 looked at the snotty old man, lit a cigarette for himself, held it between his glistening red lips, reached behind his back to take out the rocket launcher, and aimed it at the newly built bridge on the stone bridge.

"By the way, Trebol, how are you and Ilya so sure that the other side is the Navy?"

She tilted her head, pulled the trigger of the rocket launcher, and asked curiously.

boom!

A massive explosion occurred not far in front of Gross, and the shockwave splattered debris onto everyone's faces.

The newly connected stone bridge broke again.

"Hehehe, it's very simple. Apart from the self-righteous navy, who would risk their lives to meddle in the affairs of the Prince Kingdom?"

Chapter 50 Fufufu [Please add to your favorites 2/3]

It is located in the sea area tens of kilometers away from the island where Prince City is located.

The sky was dark, with clouds gathering and the sea rippling slightly, as if a storm was about to break.

A large, three-masted sailing ship, about fifty meters in length, was sailing smoothly on the sea. Hanging from the top of the mast was a flag with a cross with spherical ends and a center.

This explains the origin of the sailboat.

It was the official ship of the World Government.

Generally speaking, when World Government officials travel to various kingdoms, the ships they travel on are not too large.

If such a large three-masted sailing ship is deployed, there is generally only one purpose.

Heavenly gold.

On the ship, the deck was exceptionally spacious, and dozens of soldiers in naval uniforms and some government officials in black suits were intently maneuvering the sails and rudder.

Several stern-faced, wiry middle-aged men sat in chairs, reading a list of supplies.

“Prince Ilya has big ambitions. In order to establish his own pirate kingdom in the North Blue, he is willing to spend three times the Heavenly Gold. This is a very large sum of money.”

A middle-aged man with a small mustache twirled his upturned mustache.

"If his pirate nation is successfully established, the North Sea will likely become a haven for pirates, turning into a completely chaotic sea. Do we really want to give him a letter of authorization from his government?"

Another official, holding a document, spoke with some uncertainty.

The middle-aged man with the mustache glanced indifferently at his colleague, then leisurely picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Get this straight, the authorization letter wasn't given by us; it was issued from above, and Prince Ilya obtained it by exchanging his enormous fortune of 150 billion Berries annually. As for the chaos and pirates you mentioned..."

"Hmph! How can we squeeze out any profit in a barren place like Sihai if we don't create some chaos? We just need to collect the money and do the work. Those messy things are for the big shots above to handle. They're not for us to worry about."

The group exchanged glances and nodded silently.

For any kingdom in the world to become a member state, it needs to obtain an invitation from the World Government.

Although the Kingdom of Prince was previously a member state, after the coup, it needed to obtain a new authorization letter from the member state.

Establishing a pirate nation requires a special authorization letter.

The most prominent rule in the book is that the heavenly gold must be paid three times the amount each year.

The group sipped their coffee and leisurely enjoyed the sea view.

Just then, the group suddenly heard a strange laugh coming from above.

"Fufufufu, so you're saying the World Government is just a super-large pirate force? Fufufufu."

"Who goes there?!"

The officials were shocked and hurriedly looked up.

When they finally saw the figure crouching on the sail bar, everyone's faces turned grim.

A man wearing a pink cloak and pink glasses was seen squatting on a horizontal bar, looking down with an exaggerated, wicked smile.

He was wearing a patterned open-front shirt, cropped beach shorts, and gold pointed leather shoes.

The mustachioed official broke out in a cold sweat.

"Do...Doflamingo!"

"It's...it's one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!"

The naval soldiers on deck tensed up, gripping their rifles tightly, hesitant to fire.

The man with the mustache forced himself to calm down and asked in a trembling voice, tilting his head back:

"Doflamingo, what are you doing here?"

"Ok?"

The man squatting on the horizontal bar tilted his head and hooked the middle finger of his right hand.

"I can go wherever I want. When did it become your place to interfere?"

On the deck below, the middle-aged man with the mustache suddenly froze, his eyes filled with terror.

"Doflamingo, don't do anything reckless. This is a ship sent by the World Government to the Kingdom of Prince to collect the Celestial Gold. It's being monitored by the government."

The other officials shouted, trembling.

"Noisy."

Doflamingo stood up, took a step forward with his right foot, and stood straight in the void.

With his pink cloak billowing in the wind, he walked down the invisible, void staircase with his hands in his pockets, step by step, until he stood before several government officials.

He is over three meters tall, and these lean government officials standing in front of him look like children.

Doflamingo landed on the deck with a wicked grin, casually reclining on the lounge chair where the mustachioed man had been sitting, picking up the chilled juice on the table and taking a leisurely sip.

Looking at the government officials around him who were silent as cicadas in fear, his face revealed undisguised sarcasm and disdain, which made these officials dare not speak out in anger.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people. I'm just here to hitch a ride. Aren't you going to the Kingdom of Prince? Perfect timing, I'm going there to see a stage play too."

"Dance...stage play?"

The officials looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Doflamingo, however, acted as if he were the true owner of the official ship, picking up the forms and documents on the table and reading them.

Seeing this, the man with the stiff mustache's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but shout out again.

"Heavenly Demon! That's a World Government secret. You can't just look at it. As one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, you know the consequences of knowing government secrets better than I do..."

With a flick of his finger, Dover tore open two bloody gashes on either side of the mustache's mouth, ripping open his cheeks to reveal his gums and tongue.

"Ahhh!"

The intense pain caused the man with the mustache to convulse and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Click click click.

Instantly, all the soldiers on the ship raised their spears at Doflamingo.

“If you point a gun at me again, I will sink this ship.”

Doflamingo said something casually, then went back to looking at the table.

"Put down your guns! Do you want to die? Get back to the boat and start the ship!"

The officials standing around changed their expressions and rushed to the soldiers, shouting.

The soldiers were driven off to set sail, and several officials approached Doflamingo with trepidation, not daring to make any other moves, for fear of following in the footsteps of that mustachioed man.

"Hehe, so that's why you came to collect the 'heavenly gold' without bringing many powerful bodyguards. Turns out you wanted to use public funds for private gain. Let me see..."

"The Celestial Gold collected a total of 160 billion Berries, reported 150 billion to the treasury, of which 20 billion was withheld and given to Roswade Saint, and 10 billion was kept as travel expenses."

"Fufufufu, fufufufu!"

Doflamingo laughed wildly.

The surrounding officials, however, were all pale-faced and covered in sweat.

"It's absolutely rotten! It reeks of a disgusting stench from top to bottom, inside and out!"

"Dover..."

"Shut up! I don't have time to deal with your corruption. Keep quiet."

"I don't want to hear a single sound from the ship before we reach Prince City, or I'll kill you all!"

Chapter 51, Act 1: The Insect Puppet [Please add to your favorites 3/3]

Hey! Are you guys out of your minds? Get out of here right now!

On the streets of the royal city, Luo Xia frowned and shouted loudly to the growing number of royal city residents around him.

But what struck him as odd was that the residents were completely unmoved by his shouts.

Under the eaves of houses on both sides of the long street, there were little girls holding teddy bears, old women leaning on canes, women leading children, and men carrying luggage.

At this moment, all of these people stood there with blank expressions, like wooden sculptures.

A pair of numb eyes all turned to look at them, sending chills down the spines of the three men.