The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

He certainly knew who Rosinandi was referring to.

Donquixote Doflamingo, a ruthless and ambitious villain who now occupies the North Blue, with the blood of a fallen Celestial Dragon flowing through his veins!

That dangerous entity that even the World Government has been ambivalent about due to its past "identity" and is unwilling to fully assist the Navy in dealing with!

In particular, he recently learned that Doflamingo seemed to be planning something big, but due to intelligence limitations, he was unable to grasp the specifics of his actions.

Therefore, the navy urgently needs someone to infiltrate the Don Quixote family and provide crucial intelligence at all times.

And for this most dangerous mission, which was almost tantamount to suicide, his child, whom he regarded as his own son, took the initiative to step forward.

"The Don Quixote family..." Sengoku uttered the name with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

He was struggling intensely inside.

From an official standpoint, Rosinante is indeed the best, if not the only, choice; his lineage provides unparalleled cover.

On a personal level... how could he just stand by and watch this kind child willingly jump into that hellhole?

The World Government is unreliable; the Five Elders only weigh their own interests.

All the pressure fell on the navy, and on him, the marshal.

A long silence fell over the office, broken only by the faint sound of waves outside the window and the heavy breathing of the two people.

After a long while, Sengoku seemed to have all his strength drained away. He slowly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained were the decisiveness of a naval admiral and a trace of unyielding grief.

Looking at Rosinante, whose eyes were filled with determination, he seemed to see endless thorns and darkness on his future path.

Finally, he let out a barely audible sigh from deep in his throat, his voice hoarse and heavy:

"The detailed plan was personally formulated by Lieutenant General Tsuru."

You must... completely obey her arrangements.

Every step must ensure one's absolute safety...at least, where possible.

He didn't explicitly say "agree," but his words were tacit approval and a command.

A hint of relief flashed in Rosinandi's eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper resolve.

He stood at attention, straightened his back, and gave the Warring States a standard and solemn military salute.

"Understood, Marshal! Mission accomplished!"

His voice was still clear, but it seemed to carry an invisible weight.

Sengoku looked at him, opened his mouth, but in the end he could only wave his hand weakly.

Rosinandi saluted again, turned, and left the office with firm steps.

The door closed gently.

Sengoku sat alone behind his enormous desk, gazing out at the azure sky and the peaceful scene of Marineford, finding the sunlight particularly dazzling.

He may have just pushed his own child onto a path of near-death experience.

After a long while, Sengoku's gaze involuntarily fell back onto the absurd document from G-10 on the table, and the photograph in the upper right corner of the document.

Gern was wearing a general's uniform, laughing wildly, with the iconic silhouette of the G-10 base and Hawkeye's silhouette in the background.

Looking at that face, Sengoku's feelings became even more complicated.

This lawless yet incredibly powerful kid, strong enough to disrupt the balance, has now recruited Mihawk...

His "Cataclysmic Faction" grew increasingly powerful, almost becoming an independent kingdom within the naval system.

But... perhaps...

A flicker of intense struggle and hesitation flashed in Zhan Guo's eyes, but it was ultimately replaced by a deeper sense of helplessness and realistic consideration.

He needs power, and the Navy needs power to deal with any major changes that may occur in the future, whether it's a mad ambition like Doflamingo or other more unpredictable threats.

Gern's power, though difficult to control, is undoubtedly a sharp blade.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, and suddenly reached out to pick up the Den Den Mushi and dialed a number that led directly to the new world.

“Brubrub... Brubrub... Click.”

The Den Den Mushi was quickly connected, and its appearance changed instantly.

His eyes became sharp and full of energy, and a smug, somewhat cynical smile spread across his lips.

The top of his head even had a few unruly, sticking-up strands of hair simulated, making him a perfect replica of Gern.

A cheerful, exaggerated voice came through the Den Den Mushi: "Moshi moshi~ This is the strongest person in the New World, the commander of G-10 Base."

Admiral Gern Reginald Sigma, the "White Scale" of the Navy Headquarters!

Dear Marshal, what brings your call to this remote corner of the world?

Could it be that he was so moved by my report on his personal charm that he couldn't sleep and called specifically to praise me?

Chapter 285 Rosinante (Part Two)

Just hearing that voice and that string of self-aggrandizing titles made Sengoku feel his blood pressure starting to spike again.

He suppressed the urge to smash the Den Den Mushi, a vein throbbing on his temple, and forced out the words through clenched teeth:

"Gr! I've seen your nonsensical report! I don't have time to argue with you!"

"Oh dear, Marshal, don't get so angry~" Gern's voice on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was still relaxed. "That report is a collection of my sincere feelings and factual evidence."

So, you mean... you've approved it?"

Sengoku scoffed, "Approval? I've already shown you good manners by not tearing it to shreds and throwing it in your face! Jorah Mihawk... are you sure you can control him?"

"Control? No, no, no, Marshal, you're being too polite." Gern's voice carried a smile, yet it exuded a powerful confidence.

"Our relationship is one of mutual attraction and shared values ​​between strong individuals."

He just chose to register his name with me and, incidentally, help me cut down those foolish pirates and monsters from the New World.

How can you talk about control? It's too hurtful.

"..." Sengoku was speechless for a moment. He found that talking to this guy always led him astray.

He rubbed his temples, deciding to stop pursuing this pointless topic. His tone turned serious, carrying an unprecedented air of solemnity:

“Gern, I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

Who you recruit and how you recruit them are none of my concern for now.

“But…” he emphasized, “you and your G-10 base must remember your identities!”

You are the navy! Your blades must be aimed at the evils of the sea, not as your private soldiers, Gern!

After a moment of silence, Gern on the other end of the Den Den Mushi spoke again, his carefree tone much more subdued. Although he still smiled, there was a hint of seriousness in his voice: "Marshal, you can rest assured about that."

My 'path' may differ from that of the headquarters, but what I practice is still 'justice'.

However, my sense of justice might have been... a little too extreme.

"I hope so!" Sengoku said coldly. "Also, keep an eye on your men! Don't let Mihawk cause me any trouble! His identity is too sensitive!"

"Relax, relax, I'll keep an eye on him... I guess." Gern replied perfunctorily, then changed the subject and his tone became light again, "So, Marshal, did you call specifically to reprimand me and express your jealousy of my personal charm?"

If nothing else, I just caught a giant sea king and am getting ready to have a barbecue party!

At that moment, the phone malfunctioned and the voice changed to Lipo's, "Marshal! Mihawk can provide the most top-notch swordsmanship slicing service~"

"Since the Marshal isn't saying anything, I'm hanging up... Hey! Enel, that's mine, shouldn't you be eating the apple?"

"..." Sengoku felt like he was going to have a stroke if he listened any longer. He could almost imagine how chaotic and joyful the scene must be on G-10's side right now.

“Gern… wait.”

The noisy background noise on the other end of the Den Den Mushi seemed to quiet down a little, clearly because Guern had sensed something was wrong and went to a quiet place by himself.

"Any further instructions?" Gern's voice carried a hint of doubt. "Marshal."

Sengoku's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, his gaze lowered, as if he were carefully considering extremely important words.

The air in the office grew heavy again.

“Gern…” he spoke again, his voice low and slow, each word carrying immense weight, “There is something… perhaps at some point in the future, I will need your strength.”

He paused, seemingly weighing whether to continue, but finally made up his mind: "A very dangerous mission... involving the North Sea."

The person who carries out the mission... is of vital importance to me.

But the World Government… because of certain damn 'rules' and 'identity,' prevents me from reaching that far and from providing effective support.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, and Guern stopped making jokes.

Sengoku continued, his tone almost more solemn than ever before: "If... I mean if, at the most critical moment..."

That mission requires the intervention of an 'external force' powerful enough to completely disregard the World Government's bureaucratic system...Gern."

The marshal's voice carried an almost entrusted tone: "When the time comes, I hope... that you can lend a hand for the sake of being colleagues and for the sake of 'justice'."

Within the entire naval system, perhaps only you and your G-10 have the capability and the courage to intervene in North Sea affairs without fear of Mary Geoise.

After saying these words, Zhan Guo seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, or perhaps he was carrying something even heavier.

He stared intently at the Den Den Mushi, waiting for a response from the other end.

The Den Den Mushi's simulated expression of Gren gradually faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

A few seconds later, Gern's voice came through, no longer flamboyant, but calm and steady:

"Beihai? That sounds like a lot of trouble... It's really something that you're asking me to do this so earnestly."

Even bypassing the World Government, it seems that the 'crucial person' you mentioned is indeed quite extraordinary.

He neither immediately agreed nor refused, but simply asked, "Name?"

Sengoku was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered a name: "Don Quixote Rosinante."

“I see.” Gern’s voice was devoid of much emotion, as if he understood something. “I understand, Marshal Sengoku.”

He didn't give a clear promise, but his "I understand" at that moment already represented a certain degree of agreement.

Because both he and the Warring States period understood that some things didn't need to be explained too clearly.

"Thank you," Sengoku said with difficulty, then, as if to cover something up, immediately reverted to his irritable tone.

"Alright! That's all! Go grill your fish! Don't cause me any more trouble, you bastard!"

"Snap!" He slammed the phone down again, as if that would cut off the brief but heavy conversation that had just taken place.

He stared at the Den Den Mushi that had returned to its original state, his expression complex.

But for Rosinandi… for the worst-case scenario, he had to suppress all his worries and grasp at any possible hope.

Zhan Guo leaned back in his chair and let out a long, weary breath.

His conversations with Guern were always like this: they both infuriated him and, strangely enough, brought him a little peace of mind.

At least for now, this lawless kid's power and his "justice" are still on the Navy's side.

Although Sengoku himself had no idea how long the naval flag would fly over G-10.

“Gern… I hope your ‘justice’ can be reliable just once in a while…” he murmured to himself, his voice fading into the empty office.

Chapter 286 Return to Paradise

The following day, in the New World, at Base G-10, in the Commander's office.

Gern picked up another Den Den Mushi (snail phone) on the table, specifically designed for receiving encrypted files. The few thin sheets of paper it spat out...

It details the core of the undercover operation involving "Rossinandi" and codenamed "Corazon".

He quickly scanned the document, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

“North Sea…the Donquixote Family…Doflamingo…” Gern murmured these names, a meaningful smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

"Tsk tsk, that old man from the Warring States period really got himself into a huge mess."

However, Dover is probably still playing his 'family house' game in some corner of the North Sea.

He leaned back in his chair, turned it slightly, and then put the document into the shredder.