One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

At this moment, several figures had already taken up positions in different areas—

Doflamingo stood with his legs crossed on the central platform, his signature wicked smile widening as he saw Luffy and his crew.

"Fufufu... Straw Hat Boy, I heard you guys went to Impel Down and caused quite a ruckus there?~"

Mihawk stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the platform, gazing calmly at the distant sea, as if the impending battle had nothing to do with him.

Xiong still held the Bible, sitting quietly in the corner, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Moria slumped in an oversized chair, emitting a strange "hee-hee" laugh, his scarlet eyes scanning back and forth between Luffy and V.

Only Jinbe, when he saw Luffy and V approaching, his deep-sea-like gaze lit up slightly, but he simply nodded in greeting without making a sound.

Luffy did not respond to Doflamingo's question.

V, however, stopped as she passed by him and said slyly:

"As expected of the Heavenly Demon, there really is nothing that can escape your eyes."

"It seems you have quite a few informants within the Navy as well."

"To be able to obtain our intelligence so easily, one must be at least a lieutenant general at headquarters, right?"

“You…” Doflamingo’s expression froze.

Although his source of this intelligence had nothing to do with his undercover agents in the Navy, V's public revelation of it at this moment undoubtedly hinted at a sensitive fact to everyone present—

Even the Navy Headquarters is not necessarily completely clean.

Doflamingo's usual wicked smile froze slightly, then quickly recovered, widening even further as he let out a low "fufufu" laugh.

He spread his hands and shrugged, trying to appear relaxed.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's a really serious accusation, Mr. V!"

"Haha." V pushed up his glasses and laughed, "Just kidding."

Their gazes met briefly in mid-air, like the flash of a blade, then vanished in an instant, leaving everything calm and serene.

"quiet!"

A stern and authoritative voice boomed across the square like thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise and whispers.

The sound seemed to carry an irresistible force, like a declaration of fate or the arrival of a law, silencing the entire Marineford.

The square, which was bustling and noisy just a moment ago, is now so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

At the top of the stairs leading to the highest point of the headquarters, directly in front of the plaza, three figures stood side by side.

The morning light poured down from behind them, casting a solemn and majestic outline on them, like three unshakeable mountains.

The person in the center is wearing a navy cloak embroidered with the word "Justice," and has a dignified face.

It is none other than the current Fleet Admiral – Sengoku the Buddha.

To his left was an elderly woman wearing a lieutenant general's cloak, with a kind face but a sharp edge hidden beneath.

She was slightly hunched over, her hands resting on a slender cane, her eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world, calmly swept across the square.

Naval Staff Officer – Vice Admiral Tsuru.

On the right side of the Warring States period—

The figure was somewhat hunched over, with slightly messy short silver hair, and a faint, ambiguous smile on his lips, as if he were indifferent to everything.

He was dressed in a loose-fitting suit and a vice admiral's coat, with his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, looking like a leisurely old man, completely out of place with the somber atmosphere around him.

But no one in the entire Navy Headquarters dared to underestimate him.

—Naval hero, "Iron Fist" Garp.

Behind him, three figures slowly stepped onto the platform and stood side by side.

Red Dog, Yellow Monkey, Aokiji.

The three admirals appeared at the same time, and with firm and powerful steps, they walked to the seats that had been prepared in advance directly below the execution platform.

The three generals, each with a distinct temperament, together created an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, the entire Marineford fell into a deep and stagnant silence.

The sunlight was still bright, but it seemed to grow colder in the face of such a massive array.

Standing at the highest point, the Warring States period solemnly swept his gaze across the tens of thousands of soldiers in the square below.

He remained silent for a moment, as if gathering some kind of power, then spoke, his voice carrying throughout the entire sea via a specially designed megaphone Den Den Mushi:

"Today, here—"

"In the name of the World Government, execute Sabo, the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, in a public execution!"

His voice was loud and powerful, each word like a nail driven into the deck, heavy and unshakable.

"This serves as a warning to all those who dare to challenge the authority of the world government!"

"No matter who you are—a pirate, a revolutionary, or anyone who tries to overturn the order of this sea—"

"The will of the World Government cannot be defied!"

As soon as the words were spoken, tens of thousands of naval soldiers in the square shouted in unison, the sound waves surging towards the sky like a tide, making the flags on both sides of the execution platform flutter loudly.

A somber atmosphere permeated the entire coastline of Marineford.

Two executioners escorted Sabo, the revolutionary army's chief of staff, steadily toward the towering execution platform.

Sabo wore a dusty blue suit, his blond hair fluttering slightly in the sea breeze. Despite being shackled, his gaze remained calm and resolute, as if he had long since disregarded life and death.

Subsequently, on the platform behind the execution platform, the remaining 82 revolutionary soldiers and supporters who were to be executed together were also escorted to their positions. Their figures appeared tragic and resolute in the morning light.

Sengoku gazed at the enormous clock in the central bell tower of Marineford, its second hand ticking away, each tick striking the hearts of everyone present.

Tens of thousands of naval soldiers held their breath in the square, and the fortress cannons on the gun emplacements all pointed towards the sea. The only sounds in the air were the fluttering of flags and the passage of time.

Finally, the second hand swept across the last mark, and the hour and minute hands met precisely—the moment of execution had arrived!

Sengoku took a deep breath, and his voice boomed through the loudspeaker Den Den Mushi: "The execution time has arrived—prepare!"

The two executioners raised their long swords high, the blades reflecting a blinding cold light in the sunlight, and the whole world seemed to freeze at that moment.

At this critical moment, a deep and firm voice came from the direction of the Seven Warlords' viewing platform:

"Wait a moment."

Chapter 214 The entire audience fell silent.

The person who shouted was none other than Luffy, who was already eager to save Sabo.

His figure leaped out of the Shichibukai viewing area like a red lightning bolt, landing heavily on the stone slabs in the center of the plaza.

The straw hat trembled slightly in the wind, and his clear and firm eyes stared straight at Sabo, who was being held captive on the high platform, and the dense naval defenses surrounding him.

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of eyes focused on the boy in an instant.

This was undoubtedly an impulsive act.

However, at this moment, even V, who always prioritizes the overall situation, did not try to stop him.

V narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind.

Has the revolutionary army really made no move at all?

Although V knew this was the more rational course of action, it still left him slightly disappointed in Dragon.

At the very least... we shouldn't just give it our all.

However, considering that in the original story, the Revolutionary Army seems to have always adhered to the principle of taking responsibility for whoever gets into trouble, V can only accept reality.

"Straw Hat Kid! What are you doing!?"

Luffy's sudden attack undoubtedly startled everyone.

Zhan Guo rebuked him sharply, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger and shock.

You should know... this is being broadcast live globally.

Countless Den Den Mushi cameras were pointed at the execution platform, transmitting images of Marineford to all corners of the world—from the Sabaody Archipelago to the New World, from the Red Line to the ends of the earth.

Regardless of whether or not someone stormed the execution ground, it would have been a great opportunity for the World Government and the Navy to greatly enhance their prestige.

Whether it's repelling the invading revolutionary army or successfully executing Sabo, both actions will demonstrate to the world the authority of the World Government, which cannot be challenged.

But under no circumstances should the scene of the Seven Warlords of the Sea rebelling be shown.

Because this means... the policies of the World Government and the Navy Headquarters are wrong!

The Seven Warlords system was originally a product of compromise between the World Government and pirates.

Even if there are various hidden reasons, that's how it appears to the world.

If even this last fig leaf is torn apart in public, then the world government's carefully maintained image for decades will collapse in an instant.

Even Garp was stunned by Luffy's sudden action.

For the first time, those eyes, which had previously held a lazy and playful air, revealed genuine astonishment.

"Luffy... what are you doing!?" Garp's lips moved slightly, but no more sound came out.

On the execution platform, Sabo's blond hair fluttered slightly in the sea breeze.

He raised his lowered gaze and, from a distance of dozens of meters, landed on the boy in the red shirt.

The hands bound by shackles trembled slightly.

He didn't recognize the person in front of him.

At least... that's how I remember it.

But for some reason, when the boy's gaze pierced through the layers of people, through the steel and smoke, and landed directly on him, Sabo felt a long-dormant place in his chest, as if it had been violently struck by something.

It was an indescribable, almost instinctive thrill.

“This guy…” Sabo muttered to himself, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to search the ruins of his memories for any related fragments.