I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Water City remains shrouded in bustling noise and a light mist, its inhabitants unaware that the shadow of destruction is gradually looming over the land.

Request for leave; I need to take an exam. Update will resume tomorrow.

I took the exam for a public institution today. I'll update again tomorrow. I hope I pass.

Chapter 146, Iceberg's Resolve, Morsen's Plans

Water Seven, Backstreet District, Frankie House.

The air was thick with the smell of medicine, as well as the weariness and unease of surviving a disaster.

Chopper was busy bandaging Franky and Iceberg, his movements were exceptionally professional and swift, and their injuries were quickly brought under control and treated.

Franky's wounds had been cleaned, stitched up, wrapped in bandages, and treated with a special ointment. The bruises from the chains were also beginning to fade under the effects of the medication.

He was leaning against a pile of soft, old tires, gulping down a large bottle of cola to regain his strength. Although his face was still a little pale, his eyes had regained their sparkle, and he would occasionally glance at Chopper, who was carefully examining the iceberg, and Morsen and the others who were talking in hushed tones beside him.

Iceberg was in relatively better condition, mainly due to weakness from being bound and detained for a long time, as well as some superficial injuries and abrasions.

Chopper has given him a full check-up and administered medication to replenish his strength and nutrients.

He was sitting on an old sofa covered with cushions, with a blanket draped over his body. Although his face was still haggard, his eyes had regained their usual wisdom and calmness.

“Thank you, Dr. Chopper, and…” Iceberg turned to Morsen and the others beside him and thanked them solemnly: “Thank you, Mr. Morsen and everyone.”

"If you hadn't arrived in time, Franky and I would probably be..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood the unspoken meaning behind it.

If they fall into the hands of CP9, they will either have to hand over the Hades blueprints, be imprisoned in Impel Down, or even be tortured to death; in any case, the outcome will definitely not be good.

"You're welcome! As a doctor, it's only natural to help when someone is injured!" Chopper blushed and squirmed when he heard the thanks, his face beaming with a happy smile.

Nami waved her hand and said, "Mr. Iceberg, you don't need to be so polite. Those guys are bad people and they even wanted to hurt Robin. Of course, we can't just sit idly by."

"But if you really want to express your gratitude, just give us a bigger discount on the ship." Nami's eyes lit up, and she immediately came up with another money-saving trick.

"Of course, no problem! Please let me express my gratitude!" Iceberg hurriedly replied, this small matter was nothing compared to the life-saving grace.

Mosen, sitting on a wooden crate to the side, waved his hand and said, "Mr. Iceberg, you don't need to be so polite. Those CP9 guys dared to target my crew. Even without this incident, I wouldn't have let them get away with it."

He spoke these words casually, as if killing four CP9 elites was a very ordinary thing, but to Iceberg and Franky, they were shocked.

They had just personally experienced the power and ruthlessness of Lucci and his companions, and were well aware of the terrifying nature of the World Government's CP organization, yet in Morsen's words, all of this seemed insignificant.

Indeed, great strength is always a person's greatest source of confidence. If only they had strength like Mo Sen.

Franky sat up abruptly, wincing slightly from his wound, but still exclaimed, "Anyway, thank you so much!"

"You saved me and my idiot senior brother! From now on, if we need any help in Water Seven, Franky and his family will absolutely help without hesitation! This is a promise from a super man!!!"

Iceberg nodded again. Mosen might not care, but he couldn't help but be grateful.

However, thinking of the threat posed by CP9, a deep worry appeared on his face: "Mr. Morsen, and everyone else, the World Government will never let the death of CP9 members in Water Seven go unpunished."

“I heard them mention Spandam. I’ve seen what that guy does before. He’s a despicable man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals and is extremely narrow-minded.”

"He definitely won't let this mission go unpunished. The Demon Buster... what they said must be true. That guy is absolutely capable of doing it..."

"What should we do now? What about Water Seven?"

The CP organization and the World Government will not let Water Seven go. They will not allow anyone else to get the Pluton blueprints if they cannot obtain them, and they will not allow even the slightest possibility of anyone else getting them. The Buster Call is their way of burying this secret here forever.

Upon hearing the words "Buster Call," Robin's hands clenched instinctively, but not as visibly as before. Morsen gently held her hands to comfort her.

Thinking of the possible fate of Water Seven, Franky growled angrily, "That bastard! I should have found a way to kill him back then!"

Before Tom the Fishman was executed, he had dealt with Spandam. Looking back now, he realized that simply smashing Spandam's face with a gun butt was too lenient. He should have just killed him outright; otherwise, perhaps none of what happened afterward would have occurred.

Mosen remained calm and nodded in affirmation of Iceberg's concerns: "Since CP9 dares to threaten with something like this, it means that guy must have indeed obtained authorization."

Then he looked at Iceberg and asked, "Mr. Iceberg, what do you plan to do?"

Iceberg met Morsen's gaze and shook his head firmly, saying, "I will not let that guy destroy Water Seven, nor will I let the citizens here suffer an undeserved disaster."

"Master Tom protected this city with his life, and as his apprentice and the mayor of this city, I will never run away alone in the face of danger."

He took a deep breath and continued in a deep voice, "In my capacity as mayor, I will issue an emergency evacuation notice, instructing citizens to temporarily leave this place and seek refuge on the surrounding islands."

"As long as people are still alive, even if this place is bombed into ruins, it can still be rebuilt."

"I will have Carrera's fleet fully assist in the evacuation, mobilizing all available ships as much as possible, and as quickly as possible."

Mo Sen looked at the resolute glint in the iceberg's eyes and nodded slightly.

“A wise choice,” Morsen said. “Once the Buster Call is activated, it will cover a very wide area and be subject to intense firepower, which would be a catastrophic disaster for ordinary people.”

“I understand.” Iceberg nodded emphatically. “I will begin action immediately!”

“Time is of the essence.” Mosen also stood up, looked at his companions around him and said, “We also need to make some preparations. We must strike hard and chop off the World Government’s claws, so that they won’t keep coming to bother us.”

“That’s right! Those guys even dared to threaten Robin! I curse them to be in big trouble this time!” Bakala said angrily, arms crossed.

Hearing this, Mo Sen smiled, feeling inexplicably more at ease: "Haha, with you, the goddess of fortune, backing me up, this operation will definitely be fine!"

Chapter 147, Black Cat Sheriff? Mo Sen?

The City of Seven Waters, in the heart of the city, atop a historic, towering clock tower.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the streets below, the evening breeze caresses the bricks and massive clock of the clock tower, while the moonlight is obscured by drifting thin clouds, casting a dappled and hazy glow.

A white figure leaned quietly against the railing at the top of the clock tower, almost blending into the ancient stone building, like a ghost.

He was wearing CP0’s signature white suit and cape, with a simple and cold white mask covering his face.

At this moment, he was holding a palm-sized encrypted notebook bound with a special alloy and leather, writing quickly and silently on it.

"Target confirmed: Blackmoreson, captain of the 'Collector' adventure team. Today, he clashed and fought with CP9 agents Rob Lucci, Kaku, Bruno, and Gabra in the abandoned shipyard area of ​​Water Seven..."

"Brief description of the target's abilities: Super strength, suspected advanced Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Shave, superb swordsmanship..."

"Devil Fruit Ability Manifestation: Extremely bizarre, capable of 'collecting' and releasing objects or attacks, even Devil Fruit abilities..."

"Target hazard level assessment: Extremely dangerous."

"Value assessment: Extremely high!"

"Correlation analysis: The triggering method and energy residue characteristics of the explosive trap used by the target are extremely similar to the samples surveyed from the ruins of the human auction house in the Sabaody Archipelago."

"...The target's combat mode performance also highly overlaps with the known information about 'Black Cat Sheriff'."

"Based on existing observations and cross-referencing of intelligence, it can be determined that 'The Collector' Blackmosen is none other than the unknown powerful figure 'Black Cat Sheriff' who attacked Celestial Dragons, detonated a human auction house, caused a large-scale riot, and successfully escaped the Navy's pursuit several months ago in the Sabaody Archipelago..."

As the CP0 agent paused, his pen tip faltered slightly, and his gaze, hidden behind his mask, drifted towards the general direction of Franky's house.

Despite being separated by layers of buildings, his gaze seemed to penetrate the barriers and reach that black-haired figure.

“Chief Black Cat…that’s Blackmosen.” A deep, emotionless voice came from beneath the mask.

He then closed the notebook and carefully placed it in his pocket.

This intelligence is too important to be overlooked; it must be delivered to Mary Geoise without fail, especially to Saint Satan, who has shown unusual interest in it.

In fact, he arrived in Water Seven much earlier than CP9 began its operation.

While Lucci and his team were still planning how to interrogate Iceberg and how to capture Robin and Franky separately, this CP0 agent had already silently infiltrated the city, like a shadow wandering in the sunlight, and began his real mission: to observe, assess, and record everything about "The Collector" Blackmores.

The Five Elders, especially Saint Satan, developed a strong interest in Morsen, or rather, in the abilities displayed by "Black Cat Sheriff" that transcended the realm of ordinary Devil Fruits.

Satan also personally ordered the return of the "collector's" body, or a living specimen, for further study.

Therefore, this is the ultimate mission of the CP0 agents on this trip.

As for CP9's mission and the fate of Lucci and his crew, he considered them utterly insignificant, mere "consumables."

Their greatest value lies in thoroughly testing Morsen's fighting habits and how he uses his abilities.

They gave their lives to obtain firsthand, practical information about the "collector," or rather, "Black Cat Detective."

Of course, he wasn't completely detached from action; after all, he still needed to carry out Satan's orders.

He simply wanted to choose the most opportune moment, a moment that Morsen would never have expected.

What he wanted was not a spectacular duel, but a precise, deadly, and lightning-fast decisive strike.

He needed to ensure that he could instantly injure or subdue Mosen, thus preserving the integrity of this "sample" to the greatest extent possible.

“Blackmosen… Black Cat Sheriff…” A whisper, almost a murmur, came from beneath the mask again, “…How interesting.”

The night wind suddenly picked up a bit more, stirring up some dust from the top of the clock tower.

When the wind subsided, the white figure beside the railing had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

……

The Grand Line, Enies Lobby, near the Gate of Justice.

Spandam stood on the high platform extending from the pier, his hands behind his back, gazing at the misty sea in the distance.

He changed into a brand new black suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his face wore a distorted expression that mixed anxiety and excitement.

Kalifa, Kujira, and Otonashi Owl stood respectfully behind him, their eyes still tinged with lingering unease.

The somber and solemn architectural style of Enies Lobby, combined with the heavy and oppressive atmosphere at the moment, makes it hard to breathe.

Just then, a CP agent in charge of surveillance rushed over and reported to Spandam: "Sir! Fleet signals detected on the sea ahead! It's a fleet dispatched by Naval Headquarters!"

Upon hearing this, Spandam perked up and stood on tiptoe, craning his neck as if he could see better that way.

In the thin mist, the outlines of several huge black figures gradually became clear, breaking through the waves and heading towards Enies Lobby.

First came the towering masts and fluttering flags, then the massive hull, with rows of dark cannons gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

One, two, three... a full ten of the Navy Headquarters' most elite large warships formed a formidable fleet, cutting through the waves in neat battle formation, with the Navy's flag fluttering on the flagship's mast.

This is one of the world government's most powerful deterrents: the Buster Call.

With authorization, no reason or trial is needed; a target area can be completely erased from the map.

"They're here! They're finally here! Hahahaha!" Spandam couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh as he watched the fleet getting closer and closer.

"The end is nigh for those ungrateful bastards! Water Seven? Hmph, it will soon be a burning wasteland and a dead zone!"