One Piece: Starting with the execution of Pirate King Roger

He didn't rush to drink it, but instead picked up the teacup, gently blew away the steam, and a gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Yes, I was young back then and thought it was better to do less than more, and just wanted to get by. I'm grateful to Lieutenant General He for his dictatorial decision back then, which forced me into Teacher Zefa's elite training camp list. Otherwise, I'd probably still be sunbathing at the docks in Loguetown right now."

Stop arguing with me.

He glanced at him, his expression suddenly turning serious:

"I threw you into the training camp because I thought your blade was too sharp, and you'd easily hurt yourself if you didn't sharpen it. I wanted you to go to Zephyr's to learn how to be a navy officer. But look what happened..."

Crane's fingers tapped lightly on the table:

"They pierced right through the G-17. Do you know how chaotic things are outside right now?"

The air in the office seemed to freeze instantly.

Gion's hands, resting on her knees, clenched tightly. She knew all too well the weight of Lieutenant General Tsuru's words. If this matter wasn't handled properly, Rein would face more than just a military court-martial.

She took a deep breath, leaned forward, and eagerly wanted to speak up and take responsibility:

"Lieutenant General Tsuru, I approved this operation; all the decisions were made by me..."

Gion.

The crane didn't look at her, but simply called her name softly, its voice low but carrying an undeniable authority.

Gion's words were abruptly stuck in her throat. She opened her mouth, but could only helplessly close it in the end, looking worriedly at Rein beside her.

“Victor is dead, Nelson is dead, all of this was within my expectations. Gion told me the gist of it over the phone, but there are some details that I can’t say over the phone.”

The crane leaned slightly forward, exuding a powerful sense of pressure.

"But, Ryan, how do you explain those two CP0 agents?"

Although the report could be filled with flowery language, claiming death by stray pirate bullets, death in the chaos, or death from disappearance, to Tsuru, those word games seemed as laughable as childish lies.

Renn's smile faded.

He did not avoid He's gaze, nor did he try to use the pre-prepared excuses to evade the issue.

He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his knees, relaxed but with an unwavering gaze.

"I killed him."

Without any hesitation or excuse.

Gion's breath hitched, her heart pounding. To confess to murdering a CP0 agent directly under the World Government at Marine Headquarters was tantamount to holding a knife to one's own throat—an absolute taboo!

Raine seemed oblivious to Gion's tension, calmly recounting the entire incident. From discovering those dirty dealings in the basement, to making the decision to take action, and finally... at the D-sector port, Victor, Nelson, and all the CP0 agents were wiped out.

"Since they're all people who deserve to die, let's just kill them."

After saying that, Ryan picked up his teacup again, took a sip, and looked calm.

A deathly silence fell over the office.

The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and Gion's slightly hurried breathing.

Gion watched Tsuru nervously, awaiting the thunderous wrath of this great strategist.

However, the expected outburst of anger did not erupt.

The crane remained silent.

a long time.

"A living statue...a Shichibukai...a Celestial Dragon"

He muttered these words in a low voice, his voice revealing a deep weariness and disgust.

"Those guys living at the top of the Red Line... after all these years, they're still disgusting. Their taste is always built on the blood and tears of others."

The crane sighed and raised its head.

After a long while, she sighed, raised her head, and the sharpness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a complex admiration.

"Well done."

Upon hearing these three words, Gion's eyes widened in shock.

"What? Surprised?" Tsuru sneered. "The 'justice' behind the Navy isn't a fig leaf for those trash. If we don't even have this basic principle, what's the difference between us and pirates?"

She looked at Ryan, her tone becoming serious:

"But, Rein. This world isn't black and white. You can't live long with just passion and a sense of justice. CP0 is the Celestial Dragons' dog. You have to consider the owner before you beat the dog. The World Government is in an uproar. Charmaco Saint is throwing a tantrum because he didn't receive the 'goods,' demanding that the Navy hand over the murderer."

"I know."

"So I kept those soldiers as witnesses and fabricated irrefutable evidence of Victor's attack on the base," Ryan said calmly. "If the Navy is willing to admit it, this is the only truth."

"The World Government is even more afraid of scandals being exposed than we are. The Shichibukai plan has just begun to take shape. If such a scandal breaks out, the credibility of this system will be ruined."

Ryan pointed to himself:

"They need a fig leaf. I am the hero who quelled the rebellion, and Victor is a mad pirate. Everyone loves to hear this story, and everyone has to believe it."

Crane looked at Raine and suddenly smiled.

"Good lad." She shook her head. "Not only are you tough, but you're also quick-witted. You've figured out what those people up there are up to."

"okay."

He straightened his collar, and his aura suddenly changed, reverting to that of a master strategist who could devise plans and win battles from afar.

“Since you’re so aware of this, then this old woman will play along with you in this charade. I’ll go and speak with Marshal Kong to help you turn this ‘lie’ into an ‘ironclad case’.”

"but……"

Crane walked to the door, placed her hand on the doorknob, and suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn around, but her voice came through clearly:

"If you want the Navy to withstand the pressure from above to protect you, and if you want the Air Admiral and Sengoku to be willing to play this role with you, you can't rely on brains and words alone."

"The Navy is an institution of violence; only fists matter here. You have to prove it..."

The crane suddenly turned around, its gaze sharp as lightning:

"You have the influence to make us feel that offending the Celestial Dragons for your sake is worthwhile!"

She stared at Ryan, a hint of expectation flashing in her eyes:

“Victor isn’t some Tom, Dick, or Harry that just anyone can kill. He’s survived on the high seas for a reason, not by luck. Let me see, what makes you think you can kill him?”

Upon hearing this, Raine did not get up, nor did he adopt any fighting stance.

He simply remained seated, calmly reaching out to gently pick up a small silver spoon used for stirring from the saucer in front of him.

"Zi."

A faint hum, like the flapping of an insect's wings, broke the silence of the office.

A faint blue arc of electricity emanated from Renn's fingertips, instantly coiling around the silver spoon like a snake.

The next second, between Ryan's two fingers, the hard silver spoon instantly—

It melted.

That was an instantaneous extreme high temperature generated by ultra-high frequency current. The silver spoon seemed to lose its concept of a solid, turning into a clump of silver liquid suspended at Renn's fingertip.

Immediately afterwards, the droplets, under the pull of some invisible magnetic field, began to spin, stretch, and recombine wildly.

In the blink of an eye.

"Ding."

Renn loosened his grip.

A perfectly crafted, pure silver bullet slipped from his fingertips and fell into an empty teacup with a crisp clinking sound.

From solid to liquid, and then reshaped back into solid.

This is not just about high temperature, but also about the exquisite microscopic control of electromagnetic force and thermal energy.

Crane stared at the still-warm silver bullet at the bottom of the cup, his pupils contracting sharply.

Having lived through the old era and witnessed countless legends and monsters, she certainly knew what she was talking about.

This is not just a display of Logia-type offensive power, but also represents an astonishing talent and potential.

"Logia type... Rumble-Rumble Fruit."

He took a deep breath, looked at the young man in front of him, and made up his mind.

This clearly shows the potential to become one of the Navy's future top combat forces. A promising new generation "admiral" capable of intimidating this vast ocean.

To offend the Celestial Dragons for such a future, this deal is worthwhile.

"good very good."

A satisfied look appeared on He's face as she forcefully pulled open the heavy office door.

The light from the corridor streamed in, illuminating the powerful characters for "Justice" on the back of her coat.

"Let's go."

The crane walked out without looking back, its voice firm and resolute:

"Go see the marshal."

Rein stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, winked at Gion who was still a little dazed beside him, and gave her a relaxed smile.

Chapter 99 The Broken Balance

The corridor leading to the admiral's office was carpeted in thick, scarlet satin, and portraits of past admirals hung on the walls. This was one of the centers of world power, and a suffocating sense of oppression seemed to permeate the air.

"Squeak-"

The heavy mahogany door was pushed open.

The room was dimly lit, with only the huge "Justice" plaque in the center radiating an awe-inspiring presence in the shadows. It was said to have been inscribed by Sengoku the Buddha himself as a congratulatory gift for Kong's promotion to Fleet Admiral.

Around the long conference table sat some of the most powerful men on this vast sea.

Seated at the head of the table was the Commander-in-Chief of the Army and the current Admiral of the Navy—"Steel Bones" Kong. He resembled a live volcano ready to erupt at any moment, his thick arms crossed over his chest, his bulging muscles seemingly about to burst out of his admiral's uniform, and his broad chin sported a signature "mountain"-shaped beard.

On the left is the Sengoku period general wearing a seagull hat and round-framed glasses that reflect a cold light; on the right is the legendary naval hero, Vice Admiral Garp, who is stuffing senbei into his mouth as if no one else is around, the "crunching" sound of his chewing being the most discordant noise in the room.

Opposite Sengoku sat a man in a red suit and a naval cap. His cap was pulled low, revealing only his sharply defined, cold face. He radiated a sweltering heat, and the cigar between his fingers was still emitting wisps of smoke.

Vice Admiral Sakazuki of the Navy Headquarters.

Lieutenant General Tsuru led Rein and Gion into the room.

As the heavy door slammed shut behind them, all eyes instantly focused on Gion and Rein.

Especially Rennes.

That was the scrutiny of the world's highest combat power. Doubt, inquiry, indifference, oppression... countless emotions intertwined into an invisible net, attempting to see through this young sergeant completely.

Shiki's escape from prison means that the fervor of the Great Pirate Era will be reignited, and the Navy's prestige will suffer another devastating blow.

At this critical moment when the entire army is in a state of utter chaos, this incident has happened at the G-17 branch... They've really run into trouble.

"Is this the newcomer?"

Marshal Kong spoke first. His voice was deep and resonant, echoing in the spacious office and causing the teacup on the table to tremble slightly.

Those tiger-like eyes were fixed on Renn, who stood in the center of the room, without a trace of appreciation, only stern questioning.

“Raine, I’ve seen your file. You’re an orphan adopted by the Navy.”

Marshal Kong leaned forward slightly, casting a huge shadow over him, and his tone suddenly turned stern:

"Since they were raised by the navy, they should know the rules best! I'd really like to know—"

He slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang!

"Why did you disappear three months ago after the Buster Call on Ohara? For three whole months, you were nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead! Where did you go? What did you do? And why did you get involved in such a huge mess as the G-17 branch as soon as you came back?!"

This is the most fatal question.

The fact that a naval soldier who had been missing for three months suddenly returned with terrifying strength is itself highly suspicious.

Faced with this thunderous rage that could paralyze ordinary officers, Ryan simply stood at attention calmly.

He didn't panic or rush to defend himself. Instead, he calmly and deliberately gave his answer, following the script he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.