I collect everything in the One Piece world.

As Robin listened to Morsen's words, the shock in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a mixture of grievance, helplessness, vulnerability, and deep sorrow at being seen through.

She thought she had disguised herself well, that she could bear it all alone, leave everyone with a beautiful memory in the end, and then quietly walk towards her own dark fate.

But why... why did Morsen see through all her pretense at a glance?

If he hadn't exposed her, she might have been able to force herself to finish the act and then leave alone.

But now, all her defenses are on the verge of collapse.

Tears could no longer be held back and silently streamed down Robin's face, soaking Mosen's pajamas.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, to explain, to tell him to leave it alone, to make him forget everything that happened tonight, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only make suppressed breathy sounds.

Seeing her tear-filled eyes and her pitiful appearance as she tried to hold back her sobs, Mosen didn't press her for more information. He simply sighed and pulled Robin's trembling body tightly into his arms, enveloping her coldness and unease in his warm, firm chest.

His chin rested gently on the top of her head as he pulled her into his arms, as if to convey his strength and determination to her.

“If I hadn’t figured it out,” Morsen’s voice rang in her ear, “were you planning to disappear without a word tomorrow, go face those guys alone, and then presumptuously ‘protect’ us?”

Robin's body trembled violently in his arms, her silent weeping turning into soft sobs; he had guessed it all.

“Robin,” Morsen’s voice deepened, “listen, I am your captain.”

"The moment you become my partner, your troubles become my troubles, and your enemies become my enemies."

"You made the decision on your own, took all the blame, and then kept us in the dark to send yourself to your death? Who gave you the right to make this decision? Huh?"

He loosened his grip on her slightly, looking into her tearful eyes in the darkness, and said, word by word, "I'll remember what happened tonight. We'll settle things later after we've resolved everything."

“Now, tell me everything. Who are they? Where did they find you? What are they threatening you with? Tell me everything, word for word.”

"This is the captain's order."

Chapter 140, A Two-Pronged Threat, CP9's Lackeys

In Water Seven, deep in the backstreets, lies an unassuming bar, a secret hideout for CP9.

In the bar's storeroom, Bruno sat on an overturned wooden barrel, with a map of Water Seven spread out in front of him.

He is a Door-Door Fruit user of CP9, responsible for the crucial evacuation and raid routes, so he is currently intently marking something on them with a pen.

The warehouse door was pushed open, and a figure walked in—it was Gabra, who had just returned.

He took off the dark clothes and smooth mask he had used to intimidate Robin, casually tossing the mask and black robe onto a pile of junk, and put back into his normal clothes, his face showing undisguised smugness and a hint of relief after completing the mission.

Bruno looked up at him and asked in a low voice, "Is it resolved? Did it go smoothly?"

“Of course!” Gabra put his hands on his hips, his tone full of confidence and disdain: “As soon as the words ‘Buster Order’ came out, that woman’s face turned pale instantly, as if she had seen a ghost.”

"Hmph, those useless Fox Hunt team deserved to disappear in Alabasta. They couldn't even handle a mere Nico Robin."

"She's been terrified by the Buster Call and is completely at their mercy. She'll have to come to us willingly by tomorrow night."

Bruno simply nodded slightly, his expression unchanged: "It's good that the plan is going smoothly. The Hades blueprints are very important, as are Nico Robin's. Neither of them can be lost."

He paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and looked at Gabra: "If things go smoothly on your end, Lucci should have some results by now. He, Kaku, and Kalifa have confronted Iceberg."

"Iceberg?" Gabra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He had always considered Gabra to be no less capable than Lucci, and thus always enjoyed competing with him.

He was responsible for dealing with Robin, while Lucci was responsible for forcing Iceberg to hand over the Pluton blueprints.

Now that he felt he had completed the mission cleanly and efficiently, he naturally wanted to hear about Lucci's progress: "How's it going with Lucci?"

“Kalifa has already investigated this thoroughly,” Bruno said, pointing to the locations of the city hall and Carrera Corporation on the map with his pen.

"Tom's other disciple, Fram, is not dead. Therefore, the Hades blueprints must be in the hands of Iceberg and Franky."

"Lucci and his men are also using the safety of the entire Water Seven as leverage to force Iceberg to hand over the blueprints."

"Hmph, looks like that guy wasn't as fast as me." Jabra's smugness deepened. He felt he had taken down Robin without bloodshed, while Lucci seemed to need some more effort.

He walked over to Bruno, casually picked up an empty cup and fiddled with it: "That Fram guy is just a thug who likes to dismantle ships, how could he possibly hide the blueprints? I bet they're in Iceberg's hands."

"Speaking of which, it shouldn't be too difficult for Lucci to deal with him, right? After all, our 'Mayor's Secretary' Miss Kalifa has the Iceberg firmly under her control."

Bruno didn't respond, but continued marking on the map. He wasn't interested in the rivalry between his colleagues, only in whether the task could be completed.

Just then, the Den Den Mushi that Bruno had placed on the wooden box next to him started ringing.

The Den Den Mushi's appearance quickly changed, transforming into a figure wearing a hat with a cold expression—it was Rob Lucci.

Bruno immediately answered, "Lucci, this is Bruno."

From the Den Den Mushi came Lucci's signature cold voice: "Bruno, prepare for a 'special' capture at any time. Target: Franky."

"Frankie?" Bruno confirmed.

“It’s Fram, he’s the key, so we have to keep him under control and let our ‘Mr. Mayor’ see for himself whether we’re joking or not.” Lucci’s tone was calm, but the chill in his voice was undisguised.

Jabra, who was standing nearby, naturally heard this as well. His smug smile widened, and he said in a slightly boastful tone toward the Den Den Mushi, "Looks like I'm one step ahead after all, Lucci."

"I have Nico Robin completely under my control. She'll come to me and surrender herself tomorrow night."

"You guys need to hurry up over there, don't let that gang leader get away and delay our business."

Lucci on the other end of the Den Den Mushi seemed silent for a moment, ignoring Gabra's boasting, and simply said to Bruno, "Prepare according to plan. Maintain communication."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Bruno put down the Den Den Mushi and looked at Gabra: "Lucci has also put pressure on you. It seems that the Iceberg is not willing to give in easily. Capturing Franky is a necessary step. I hope everything goes smoothly on your end tomorrow night as well."

Although he said this, his tone didn't reveal much emotion, as if he wasn't entirely confident in Gabra's "complete control," after all, the opponent was Nico Robin, and Blackmoreson was involved, so there were too many variables.

Jabra, however, didn't take it seriously and snorted, "Don't worry, she's just a woman, and a woman who's been scared out of her wits by the Buster Call. She can't cause any trouble."

"As for you guys, keep it low-key when you capture Franky. Don't alert him and disrupt my plans."

While CP9 was deploying its next move in the warehouse, the atmosphere in the Carrera Corporation president's office was also extremely tense.

The spacious office was brightly lit, but the air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Iceberg was forced into his luxurious chair, his body stiff and his face ashen.

His arms were tied behind his back in the chair, and Kaku, who had dropped his pretense and revealed his cold nature, was standing behind him, pressing one hand against his shoulder like an iron clamp, making him unable to move.

Opposite the iceberg sat Rob Lucci, still dressed as a shipwright, but the coldness and indifference emanating from him were completely out of place in the office.

Hadley, the pigeon on his shoulder, stood quietly, its black bean-like eyes fixed on the iceberg.

Iceberg's secretary, Kalifa, was standing slightly behind Lucci at that moment.

She had also removed the mask she wore as a "capable secretary," pushed up her glasses, and revealed a sharp, cold gaze behind the lenses:

"Mr. Iceberg, given your current 'physical discomfort' and emotional distress, for the sake of the company's normal operation and your health, you will be suspending all work for the next few days and 'resting' in the office."

"I will temporarily handle all the documents and work that require your attention. Please rest assured that with my abilities, I will ensure that there are no problems with the company and that no one will notice anything amiss."

Her words were calm, yet every word was piercing. As Iceberg's most trusted secretary, she was intimately familiar with the operational processes and networks of Carrera Corporation and even the entire Water Seven.

With her in charge, she could make the iceberg "disappear" for days, or even longer, without causing a large-scale disturbance in the early stages.

This is the value of being infiltrated, and it's the source of her confidence in saying these words.

Iceberg's chest heaved violently, his eyes burning with fury. He glared at Lucci, then looked at Kalifa in disbelief, his voice trembling with anger and resentment: "Kalifa! Lucci! What are you trying to do?!"

“I already told you! That thing isn’t with me! My master, Mr. Tom, never told me anything about the ‘Pluto’ blueprints! I have no idea where it is!”

Lucci watched his struggles without a flicker of emotion in his eyes, as if he were watching a boring farce.

"It seems you're still not giving up, or rather, you're clinging to unrealistic fantasies. Do you think we're just bluffing? Or do you believe your junior brother can evade our pursuit?"

Upon hearing Franky's name, Iceberg's pupils constricted sharply, and he struggled even more fiercely: "Don't touch Franky! He has nothing to do with this!"

"Whether it matters or not is not up to you to decide." Lu Qi stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Iceberg, looking down at him.

“We gave you a choice and we gave you time, but you chose the most unwise path.”

"It's alright, we have patience and methods. We just hope..."

He leaned down slightly, close to Iceberg's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"...When the Buster Call's cannon fire turns the city you cherish, the boatmen and citizens you protect, along with your ridiculous insistence and secrets, into ashes and sinks to the bottom of the sea, will you still be able to stubbornly say 'I don't know' like this?"

Buster Call!

Iceberg felt a chill instantly spread throughout his body. He had no doubt that these people, no, the World Government, were capable of doing such a thing!

Seeing the Iceberg's face turn deathly pale and the fear flash in his eyes, Lucci knew he had put enough pressure on him.

But what he wanted was not fear, but the result. He straightened up and stopped looking at the iceberg, as if he were already an insignificant dead man.

"Take him away and keep a close watch on him." Lucci waved to Kaku, his voice returning to its previous coldness.

"Also, inform Bruno to have him and Gabra on standby at any time, and to make sure they capture Franky."

"As for you, Kalifa, do what you're supposed to do and stay 'normal'."

“Yes, I understand,” Kalifa nodded.

Kaku responded expressionlessly, then increased the pressure on his hand and lifted the iceberg off the chair.

As Iceberg was being dragged away, he took one last look at his office and at the secretary he had once trusted so much, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

His secretary and the boatman—it turned out that these guys had already infiltrated his entire circle, and he had fallen into a trap from which he could not escape.

The end of this web may be the destruction of Water Seven, his and Franky's deaths, the exposure or annihilation of the secrets of the Ancient Weapons...

Either way, it would be a huge disaster.

The office door slowly closed, and Iceberg saw Lu Qi sitting there through the door; Lu Qi's eyes were as cold as ever.

Damn it! How did things get to this point!

……

The night passed quickly.

The setting sun casts its glow over the city of seven waters.

In the bar warehouse in the backstreet, Gabra had changed into his signature dark cloak and put on a pale mask.

He carefully inspected the hidden weapons in his cuffs and the concealed weapons under his clothes to ensure everything was in order.

Although he thought dealing with a terrified Nico Robin who had offered herself up would be a piece of cake, his cautious nature as a CP9 member still made him well-prepared.

Just then, the air suddenly distorted, and a rectangular "door" opened silently on the warehouse wall.