Chapter 183

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Chapter 85 All Parties In Action

"Dover... Flying Squirrel didn't withdraw the North Blue fleet, what should we do?" In the resident hall, Trebol, who had just received a communication from his subordinates, put down the phone and said with a panicked expression. The other cadres also looked at their young master nervously. Rubeck Island has been blocked, and facing the immense pressure of five Marine warships, they don't have much confidence in their hearts. The strength of the North Blue fleet is known better by the Donquixote Family than anyone else.

This fleet, built by Darren at a significant expense, is equipped with the most cutting-edge high-tech weapons in the world today and has been modified by Germa 66, with every Marine soldier being the best of the best. In exchange for the super high military expenditure, it is a powerful army with high quality, strong strength, and strict orders. The Donquixote Family's combat power on Lubeck Island is extremely limited; most of their peripheral members are stationed in other North Blue strongholds. It is impossible to confront the powerful North Blue fleet.

"I didn't expect the flying squirrel to move so fast. We underestimated him. In the past, he was just an ordinary adjutant under Darren's command," Diamanti murmured in a low voice. Virgo, with a piece of steak on his face, frowned and said, "According to secret information, it seems that the North Blue fleet has obtained a new type of technological weapon recently, which possesses extremely terrifying destructive power."

Trebol gripped his cane tightly. "Dover, is the North Blue fleet going to war with us?" The cadres looked worriedly at Doflamingo, who was smoking silently on the sofa, feeling uneasy. Doflamingo smoked his cigar calmly, raised his legs, and sneered at the corner of his mouth. "Don't be nervous, as long as Darren is alive, the flying squirrel won't do anything to us. Just do what you have to do."

After saying this, Doflamingo stood up from the leather sofa, turned around, and walked into his study. He walked to the huge glass window, pushed the window open with both hands, and let the cool sea breeze blow his cheeks, causing the pink feather coat to flutter.

Doflamingo was very clear about the intention of Flying Squirrel not withdrawing their troops. Flying Squirrel was worried that if something happened to Darren, he couldn't help himself and was worried that the entire North Blue would fall into his hands. Very smart, very decisive, very courageous. As expected of that man's most trusted subordinate. With this vision and judgment alone, the humble flying squirrel is worthy of the position of North Blue's supreme military commander!

Doflamingo looked at the monster-like steel behemoths on the sea in the distance, and the white seagull flags waving wildly in the air, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into an unscrupulous arc. "Don't die so easily, my godfather... because..." The eyes under Doflamingo's sunglasses shone with strong ambition and madness, and the veins on his forehead bulged ferociously like earthworms. "—The one who kills you can only be me!!"

Snap! With a sudden force with both hands, he directly scratched the wooden window sill. Sawdust flew.

New World. The blue sky is clear, and the white clouds are long. Two medium-sized warships were sailing at high speed on the calm sea, dragging long snow-white sea marks.

A majestic and burly figure stood on the bow of one of the warships, looking at the sea in the distance, his brows furrowed. It was Sengoku, who had set off on a rescue mission from the headquarters in Marineford. In the distance, on an island, a sudden explosion rose into the sky, and huge flames and black smoke ascended. The distressed wailing of the pirates was heard from far away on the island, but it was quickly lost in the sound of the waves. 

Two seconds later, a streak of golden light pierced through the air from the direction of the island. The light beam spread out in mid-air, and countless photons condensed into a tall human figure behind Sengoku. Borsolino walked out slowly from the dazzling golden light, stroked the stubble of his chin, and muttered, "I didn't find it... just like before, it's just a small outlying stronghold, and those little pirates don't know anything." Sengoku's eyebrows furrowed even tighter. 

"Sengoku, what's up? Do you have a clue?" Zephyr's voice came from the direction of the stern, and his figure flickered a few times before appearing beside Sengoku. Sengoku rolled his eyes angrily, "I said, Zephyr, you have nothing to do but stay on your own warship. Why do you keep running to my warship?" Zephyr said impatiently, "Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up and share information, or we will be caught by Garp." 

Sengoku exhaled slowly, shook his head, and said, "There are no new clues... Kaido is more cautious and cunning than we imagined. The pirate strongholds we attacked along the way are just peripheral forces of his Beasts Pirates. His real base camp is unknown." Hearing this, Zephyr's face suddenly became extremely ugly. 

At this time, seven days had passed since their departure from Marineford. Seven days may seem long, but in fact, it took them three days just to enter the New World from Naval Headquarters. At this timeline, Vegapunk hadn't yet developed the ability to embed seastones on the bottom of warships, allowing Marines to move freely through the Calm Belt. 

The Marines, entering the New World from the first half of the Grand Line, besides diving into the seabed and taking the route of The Fish-Men Island, had to apply to the World Government for a detour and cross the long Red Line. Even so, four days had passed since Sengoku and the others entered the New World, and they still had nothing. 

Seven or eight outlying strongholds of the Beasts Pirates were wiped out, and even a lot of small and medium-sized pirate groups were cleaned up, but still no clues. Unlike the first half of the Grand Line, where the charts have been thoroughly explored, many places in the sea area of the New World have not been mapped, and the routes are chaotic and extremely complicated. The various extreme climates in this sea area have added many obstacles to their actions. 

The most troublesome thing for Sengoku is that as they get closer to Wanokuni's waters, their Marine actions can no longer be as "unscrupulous" as before and must be restrained to avoid causing hostility and vigilance from Wanokuni. In this way, the search difficulty naturally becomes greater.