Chapter 132: Another Mad Dog from the North Blue

"Another mad dog has emerged from the North Blue."

Why "another"? Because Akainu, long known as the "Mad Dog," hailed from the North Blue himself.

Within a magnificent palace in the Holy Land Mary Geoise, the Five Elders sat together, leisurely sipping tea.

"This matter is difficult to handle." The Lvneel Kingdom itself wasn't important; what mattered was its status as a World Government member nation. If the perpetrator couldn't be subjected to capital punishment, the very foundation of the World Government would be shaken.

"This mad dog must die."

However, searching the entire world for one small-time pirate would require an unknown amount of manpower and resources. For the Five Elders, crushing a little bug was never the problem. The problem was finding the little bug.

"Should we mobilize the power of CP?" "No need."

Just a short while ago, more detailed intelligence had arrived. A bald man dressed in white robes placed a file on the table.

"The Marines' secret intelligence unit happens to have someone undercover right beside Bellamy." "Contact him immediately. Dispatch nearby Marine forces to capture him."

Bellamy's fate was thus casually decided.

"Should he be imprisoned in Impel Down?" "No need. We cannot set such a precedent. Execute him directly at sea." "So be it." The Five Elders didn't pay much attention to this pirate who had suddenly popped up. In this utterly chaotic world, there were far too many vicious criminals. Bellamy's "glorious" achievements weren't considered particularly noteworthy in their eyes. If he hadn't crossed the line so egregiously, the Five Elders wouldn't have even brought the matter up for discussion.

"Additionally, regarding the atrocities he committed, suppress all intelligence. Not a single piece of news is allowed to get out." Suppressing information was an old trick of the World Government. As long as no one knew, it meant nothing had ever happened.

"I fear suppression will be difficult. Half the city was set ablaze, and the entire country is in panic." Bellamy had caused far too much commotion; ordinary methods certainly wouldn't work to suppress the news.

"Should we initiate a Buster Call?" If word of this got out, the World Government would definitely lose face. Matters of prestige had always been of utmost concern to the World Government.

The Five Elders began to seriously consider whether to launch a Buster Call. After a long deliberation, they finally reached a conclusion.

"Forget it. Sengoku won't agree." Launching a Buster Call required the personal signature of the Fleet Admiral. Last time, during the destruction of Ohara, Sengoku had barely restrained himself from resigning his post as Fleet Admiral. Considering the attitudes of Sengoku and Garp, the Five Elders had no choice but to abandon the idea of a Buster Call. In their eyes, the stance of the strong far outweighed the lives of millions of civilians.

"Then let's just quarantine the country directly." "No one is allowed in or out, and all Den Den Mushi signals are to be cut off." The news definitely couldn't be contained anymore, but officially, everyone could pretend they knew nothing, that nothing had happened.

"Then what about the Lvneel Kingdom's status as a World Government member nation?" Their royalty and nobility seemed to have been completely wiped out. Whether to revoke its member status was the issue the Five Elders were most concerned about.

"Revoke it directly. The country no longer holds any value." "That's not good. What will the other member nations think?" "Our alliance was signed with their royalty. Their royalty is extinct, so the alliance can be considered automatically void." "We must consider the bigger picture." "Unless survivors can be found, the sacred alliance cannot be easily altered."

The Five Elders began to argue loudly over whether to revoke the Lvneel Kingdom's member status. As for that Bellamy fellow, he had long been forgotten.

Noon. On the deck of the cargo ship.

Bellamy, carrying a Sea-Prism Stone chain on his back, was relentlessly doing push-ups. Long-term training to resist its side effects was slowly beginning to show results. Now, even if shackled with Sea-Prism Stone handcuffs, Bellamy wouldn't immediately lose all ability to resist. If thrown into the sea, he could even manage to flounder for a bit.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind. Without turning around, Bellamy asked directly, "What do you need?" At this time, Drake should have been in the wheelhouse.

"Captain, there's an important matter to report."

By his calculations, his bounty should have been issued by now. Bellamy put down the Sea-Prism Stone chain and casually wiped away his sweat. "Go on, I'm listening."

"Just now, someone from the Marine secret intelligence unit contacted me, wanting to inquire about our current position."

Just as expected. Everything was proceeding according to plan. Bellamy nodded, signaling him to continue.

"The World Government has suppressed the news about you. The Marines plan to capture you and then secretly execute you at sea."

This piece of news was somewhat surprising to Bellamy. "Secret execution? They want to make me vanish from the face of the earth, then pretend nothing ever happened?" Who did they think he was? A little bug they could crush casually?

Bellamy was instantly amused and angered. "How much do these bastards look down on people." To think he had caused such a ruckus in the North Blue, only to not even make the headlines in the end. This was truly adding insult to injury.

"Alright, how about this: tell them directly that we plan to resupply at a certain island in a few days." Bellamy decided to see just how many Marines they would actually dispatch to hunt him down. In any case, he held the initiative; the enemy was exposed while he was hidden. He could fight if he wanted, leave if he wanted.

Besides, they genuinely needed to resupply; the freshwater onboard was running low. Freshwater was actually very difficult to preserve on ships; for long voyages, crews often substituted alcohol for water. This resupply had been too hasty; they hadn't managed to load many barrels of alcohol. They urgently needed to replenish their freshwater supply on an island.

Furthermore, this connection through Drake was proving very useful; he could easily obtain important intelligence. Like now, Bellamy had effortlessly grasped the Marines' movements.

In the Four Blues, there were still quite a few individuals who could make him feel wary. Especially a certain Vice Admiral; if he had bad luck and ran into Garp, unless he encountered a sea storm, Bellamy had absolutely no confidence he could escape from his grasp. Bellamy knew all too well just how terrifying those powerhouses who had trained their physical abilities to the absolute peak could be.

"Captain, isn't this a bit too risky?" Drake, being ex-Navy himself, had a much clearer understanding of the Marines than Bellamy. Once this violent organization got serious, overturning the entire Four Blues was as easy as flipping a hand.

"It's fine. They look down on me so much, would they really send an Admiral after me?" If someone like Kizaru actually showed up, Bellamy would just have to accept it.

Bellamy often told his companions that since they chose to go out to sea, they must always be prepared for death. He said it, and he believed it too.