I collect everything in the One Piece world.

He took a short breath and continued his report, trying to make his voice sound more confident: "As for Nico Robin... according to our latest intelligence, the construction of the new ship that collector Black Mosen commissioned from Carrera is nearing completion, and President Iceberg is currently communicating with Mosen about the final details and delivery."

"It won't be long before Morsen and his crew personally go to Water Seven to take delivery of the new ship. Nico Robin, as a member of his crew, will definitely be there too!"

"I have given strict orders to Rob Lucci and his team to be fully prepared. Once the target appears in Water Seven, we will seize the Pluton blueprints and capture Nico Robin at the same time!!"

He described the plan as meticulously and powerfully as possible, attempting to demonstrate his ability and determination to the Five Elders.

After listening, Satan Saint did not speak, but simply gazed at Spandam with deep and calm eyes.

The other four Elders also remained silent, their gazes also fixed on Spandam, the invisible pressure almost suffocating him.

Time passed slowly, but for Spandam it felt like centuries.

Just when he felt he was about to give up, Satan Saint finally spoke again: "Come forward."

Spandam shuddered, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. He immediately maintained his bowed posture, took small, quick steps to get closer to the conference table, and then knelt down again, lowering his head even further.

Satan Saint slowly raised one hand, and then gently placed something with a unique texture in his slightly trembling palm.

Spandam instinctively looked up, and then his heart skipped a beat as if it had been gripped tightly!

A dizzying sensation, a mixture of surprise and immense power, coursed through his body like an electric current!

Because what lay in his palm was a golden Den Den Mushi!

Its appearance signifies only one thing: the Buster Call!

“This…this is…” Spandam’s voice was dry and hoarse, almost unable to speak. He held the golden Den Den Mushi, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Satan looked down at Spandam, who was kneeling below, his body stiff, and his aged but steady voice rang out again: "Spandam, we are handing this authority over to you."

"The blueprints for Pluton must be obtained! Nico Robin must be captured! Any unstable element that might hinder the mission, reveal secrets, or be connected to the Ancient Weapons must be eliminated!"

Satan paused, as if giving Spandam time to process the enormous shock, or perhaps making a final confirmation.

"I hope you can be like your father, decisively and cleanly resolving these 'small troubles'."

Spandam knelt on the ground, clutching the cold golden Den Den Mushi tightly in his hands. The ecstasy of being "entrusted with an important task" and the ambition for power began to grow wildly in his heart.

His father's words still echoed in his ears. The Five Elders' high regard for him was like the most intense torch, instantly igniting all the darkness and desires in his heart.

"Yes!!" Spandam suddenly banged his head on the ground, his voice filled with excitement.

"Your subordinate Spandam will live up to your expectations, sir! Just like my father, I will spare no effort to uphold the absolute justice and stability of the World Government and completely eliminate all threats!!!"

……

A moment later, the heavy metal door closed silently behind Spandam, shutting out the suffocating pressure from the Pangaea meeting room.

Spandam let out a long breath, as if he had just emerged from the deep sea.

He looked down at the golden Den Den Mushi in his hand, a symbol of power and destruction, his heart still pounding.

The Buster Call! Authorization for the Buster Call was personally granted by the Five Elders! What trust! What power!

He gripped the golden Den Den Mushi tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and a twisted smile spread across his face.

He almost burst out laughing, but his remaining rationality and fear of the solemn atmosphere of Pangu City held him back.

He took one last deep look at the tightly closed door, as if trying to etch this moment of "glory" into his very bones, and straightened his back, which had been trembling with excitement, to adopt a calm and dignified posture.

However, his slightly trembling fingers and the fanatical glint in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.

The silence in the meeting room was broken with Spandam's departure.

Satan Saint's expression remained expressionless, while the environmental war god Maz Saint beside him gently shook his head, breaking the silence first:

"This Spandam is far inferior to his father, Spandam." His tone was flat, but it carried undisguised contempt.

“Yes…” the Legal God of War, Vochuli, stroked his curly beard and chimed in, “His abilities are really hard to look at.”

"I heard that during his tenure as the commander of CP9, he mostly relied on Rob Lucci and a few other capable subordinates, and that he himself was just riding on his father's coattails and his own little bit of cleverness."

Satan placed his hands on the top of his staff, his voice calm and unwavering: "Insufficient ability can be compensated for; what matters is loyalty."

“There are many capable people on this sea, but there are not many ‘loyal dogs’ like them, father and son, who are willing to be obedient knives, cutting wherever they are pointed, without asking why or considering the consequences.”

He emphasized the practicality and controllability of the "loyal dog" rather than its individual abilities.

Nass Juro, the financial strategist, adjusted his glasses and said, "His abilities can only go this far. Being the head of CP9 is probably his limit."

"If he can make good use of the Buster Call to completely eliminate Nico Robin, this 'child of the devil,' and also eliminate those who may know the secrets of Hades, then he will have accomplished his mission."

"As for the more complicated ones... humph." He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: he didn't expect Spandam to handle things perfectly, but as long as there were no major problems, achieving the minimum objective would be fine.

The agricultural warrior god, Pitsaur, who had been relatively silent, finally spoke slowly, his voice low: "Nicole Robin is the key and must be dealt with. Blackmore is also a destabilizing factor."

"Alabasta, the disappearance of the 'Fox Hunt' team, while lacking sufficient evidence, is highly suggestive. Moreover, his protection of Nico Robin is itself a provocation against the authority of the World Government."

When Blackmosen was mentioned, Satan Saint's fingers, which were gripping the tip of his staff, paused almost imperceptibly.

He did not respond to Peter Saint's words immediately, but turned his head slightly and said in a deep voice to an inconspicuous corner in the shadows at the back of the conference room, "You heard what I just said."

From the shadows, a figure emerged silently. He wore a pure white suit and his face was covered by a plain mask. Behind the eye holes of the mask were a pair of calm, almost indifferent eyes. He was a member of CP0, a secret organization directly under the Celestial Dragons.

"Saint Satan." The CP0 member bowed slightly, his voice coming through the mask, revealing no emotion.

Satan looked at him and said slowly, "Your mission does not conflict with Spandam's actions in Water Seven. Your primary objective is to find out one thing, which is the 'Black Cat Sheriff' in the Sabaody Archipelago incident."

"We need to confirm whether this audacious guy and Blackmosen are the same person, or what kind of connection they have."

The CP0 members listened quietly, their gazes behind their masks remaining unchanged.

“If they are the same person, then…” Satan’s voice suddenly turned cold: “We must capture him alive. We need to study what his Devil Fruit ability is and why there has never been any clear record of it before.”

“If he only has connections with ‘Black Cat Sheriff,’ then find out who ‘Black Cat Sheriff’ is.”

"As for Blackmosen himself, since he is involved with Nico Robin and is also connected with those suspected of attacking Celestial Dragons, his danger level is high enough to warrant elimination."

"If Spandam succeeds, he can handle it as he pleases. If he fails, or if you have a better chance, you can decide for yourself, but the body must be brought back."

"Understood." The CP0 member replied succinctly, without the slightest doubt or hesitation.

He bowed slightly again, and his figure disappeared silently into the shadows, as if he had never been there.

The meeting room was restored to its original state, with only the five elders present.

"Hmph, the Sabaody incident has been investigated for so long, but the clues are still unclear." Maz Saint sneered. "That 'Black Cat Sheriff' is elusive and has strange abilities. He disappeared without a trace afterward. He must be a special Devil Fruit user."

"Moreover, based on the traces left at the scene and the analysis of the abilities, this ability does indeed have some inexplicable similarities with certain traits exhibited by Blackmosen."

Saint Vochuli nodded and said, "It is better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty go free. Attacking a World Noble is an absolutely unforgivable crime."

"Whether the black cat is him or not, since this Blackmosen has come into view and is entangled with clues about ancient weapons, his very existence is dangerous enough. It's better to get rid of him sooner rather than later so that the sea can be cleaner."

"But in my opinion, that black cat is most likely a trick played by those rats in the revolutionary army. Only they would like to hide their true colors and carry out these self-righteous 'just' actions."

Satan nodded slightly, acknowledging the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Whether it is or not, we'll find out by investigating. CP0 will handle it. If it really is the Revolutionary Army's doing, then we can follow this line and see if we can dig up more information."

“Blackmosen… his Devil Fruit ability is indeed quite interesting. Once we bring back the corpse or the person, we’ll hand him over to Vegapunk, and then everything will become clear.”

His tone was flat, as if he were discussing how to deal with an insignificant experimental subject.

"Alright, let's leave it at that." Saint Satan tapped his cane lightly, changing the subject: "Let's talk about something else. It seems things are getting a bit unsettled in the New World again lately..."

The attention of the other four Elders also shifted, and their expressions became solemn and profound again.

To them, Spandam's ambitions, the CP0's mission, and even the life and death of Blackmosen and "Black Cat Sheriff" were nothing more than a few pieces in the grand game of maintaining world stability that needed to be cleared away or moved along the way.

Chapter 134, Water Seven, and the bewildered CP9

The Grand Line, Water Seven.

As the ship slowly sailed into the legendary city with its enormous fountain and waterways, even the well-traveled Bakala and Robin couldn't help but show a hint of amazement in their eyes.

The intricate waterways are like the city's lifeblood, with people traveling back and forth on boats. Towering towers, magnificent bridges, and the powerful and beautiful traces of shipbuilding industry together create this vibrant and uniquely charming city.

"Wow! Amazing! The houses are all built on the water! Are those boats? They're so fast!" Chopper lay on the gunwale, his blue nose twitching, his big eyes full of wonder.

For him, everything in this water city was new and exciting; the city he saw for the first time after setting sail was completely beyond his imagination.

Nami looked around with shining eyes. She had arrived at a new place. As usual, she could go shopping soon. She wondered if Water Seven would be able to broaden her horizons.

Robin quietly observed his surroundings, seemingly searching for traces of history, or perhaps savoring the years that had accumulated in this city.

Bakara has already begun evaluating which store's window display looks the most tasteful and is the perfect place to "go on a shopping spree" later.

They toured part of the main waterway aboard the Blue, sampled the local specialty, "watery meat," and Nami also checked out the prices at several jewelry and souvenir shops along the way.

After a brief tour and rest, Mosen led everyone to the headquarters of Carrera Corporation. After announcing their names and appointments, they were quickly led into the president's office.

“Mr. Mosen, welcome back to Carrera Corporation.” Iceberg’s voice was calm yet firm. He shook hands with Mosen and glanced at the several distinctive but distinguished companions behind Mosen.

They lingered on Robin for a moment, after all, Nico Robin's bounty and the title of "Child of the Devil" were so well-known that it was hard not to know her.

However, he skillfully concealed that hint of inquiry, maintaining a professional and enthusiastic attitude.

"The main body and core structure of the vessel you commissioned have been basically completed according to the design concept you provided, and it is currently in the stage of interior decoration and special function integration."

"I must say, some of your ideas are very bold and inspiring; our shipwright team has lost a lot of hair because of them."

He made a small joke, his tone revealing his admiration for Morsen's ingenious ideas and his pride in successfully overcoming the challenges.

“It’s an honor to challenge the best shipwrights in the Seven Waters,” Mosen replied with a smile.

"I'm here for two reasons: firstly, to finalize the handover, and secondly, because my partners have some more specific needs that we'd like to discuss with your top-notch team."

Iceberg nodded in agreement, saying, "That's to be true. A good ship must perfectly meet the needs of its crew. Please go on."

Anyway, once the basics are done, all that's left are some details and creative ideas, which won't affect anything. As long as Morsen is willing, they can keep making changes.

Seeing this, Nami immediately stepped forward, took out a list she had carefully prepared, and discussed it in detail with Iceberg.

Iceberg and the invited chief designer listened attentively, asking questions or offering professional suggestions for revision from time to time, creating a lively and professional atmosphere.

During this process, Mosen readily settled the outstanding construction payment as agreed, as well as the additional costs incurred due to new requirements.

Throughout the discussion, Iceberg's secretary, Kalifa, stood quietly to the side and behind Iceberg, efficiently taking notes of key points and handing over drawings or tools as needed, displaying impeccable conduct.

However, there were a few moments when Kalifa's gaze met Morsen's.

Morsen's gaze was calm and unwavering, as if it were just a casual glance, but a subtle sharpness and scrutiny flashed deep within Kalifa's eyes.

Soon, the discussion came to an end. Iceberg needed to conduct an internal assessment and make minor adjustments to the quote with the design team regarding the new requirements, so he invited Morsen and his team to rest in the meeting room for a while, or they could take a tour of the company.

Just as everyone moved to the meeting room and Iceberg temporarily left to gather the technical team, Kalifa politely left the office, citing the reason that she needed to "prepare refreshments and a new price list."