Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"..."

"Buru Buru, Buru Bulu..."

In the base in the back mountain of Windmill Town, the red-haired pirates who had been waiting on the cliff for several days finally received the strange phone call they had been waiting for for a long time.

Without any hesitation, the red-haired man, Beckman, Ace and others looked at each other and answered the call.

"Hello? Are you a representative of the Desert Alliance and the Revolutionary Military?"

The redhead said in a very solemn and serious tone.

"..."

"You're safe, red-haired Shanks."

Mary's calm voice came from the phone, along with the sound of a roaring hurricane.

The moment this voice came out, the faces of the whole red-haired group suddenly changed, and they subconsciously assumed a fighting posture.

They have been diagnosed with PTSD by Mary.

Even Shanks and Beckman couldn't help but change their expressions, and their bodies tensed up instantly. Only Ace didn't show much strangeness.

However, everyone's expressions became a little ugly.

"Bloody Mary!? Why is it you!?"

The red-haired question blurted out.

"Because Weiwei told me that you want to stand on the same level as me, come to an end with me, and let me fulfill my promise."

Mary said naturally.

Saying this sentence made everyone in the red-haired pirate group feel that their brains were a little down.

"Wait...you mean..."

The red-haired voice was a bit unbelievable: "The Desert Joint Chairman... told you, the Navy Admiral, about our plan against your navy?"

"..." Mary curled up her lips with a smile.

Before she could explain, Beckman's eyes flashed across the phone, as if he suddenly understood something.

He subconsciously said: "Honorary Chairman of Desert United!"

"What?"

Shanks looked at Beckman in confusion.

Although Shanks' intelligence is not low, he obviously cannot escape the normal category. At least it's still a lot worse than Beckman.

Normally I don't care about much information, but now Beckman didn't even react when he said it.

Instead, Ace clapped his hands suddenly at this time: "Wait, Mary, are you..."

"???"

The redhead looked at Ace blankly.

What do you all know? Why don't I understand anything?

"Mary is the honorary president of Desert United!" Beckman said.

Ace immediately added:

"Viv and Mary are best friends!"

"This..." After being reminded so bluntly by the two people, the red-haired man reacted belatedly.

Then, after he thought for a moment, his expression became a little subtle, and then his eyes widened in shock.

After hearing that there was no sound from the other side of the phone for a long time, Mary finally spoke:

"Is that okay? Can we continue talking about cooperation?"

"Wait a minute..." The red-haired man waved his hand quickly.

"Let me sort out my thoughts..."

"Mary, I...you...who are you talking to us on behalf of right now?"

The red-haired man suddenly raised his head and asked with bright eyes:

"Is it the Navy or the Desert Alliance?"

"I represent both the Desert United and the Navy."

Mary smiled and said, "There is no conflict."

"..." Beckman was still the first to react, "Can you represent the Navy now?"

"Your current position can represent the Navy!?"

"When it comes to targeting the World Government, neither I nor the Navy are your enemies."

Mary said this, which was equivalent to acquiescing to Beckman's statement.

Everyone in the red-haired pirate group showed shocked eyes.

After living in the New World for so many years, as a pirate group known for its elitism, the red-haired pirates are not fools.

From just a few words, they understood the meaning of Mary's words.

"The navy... is allied with the desert?"

"You are united!?"

The answer was already in his mind, and the red-haired man still questioned in disbelief.

"Yes." Mary replied forcefully, "Now I am the actual leader of the navy. You can trust my position, Shanks."

"Although I hate pirates, I also hate the World Government. If you are willing to fight against the World Government, I do not exclude cooperation with you."

"Moreover, the promises I made to you in the past are still valid. I promised Ace and I promised Mihawk. I can fight side by side with you during the war. The conflict between us will be decided after the war is over."

"That's my attitude and that's the Navy's attitude."

Hearing what Mary said, the redhead fell into deep shock and silence.

Ace took the phone bug from the red-haired hand. After a long silence, he slowly asked:

"Mary..."

"Long time no see, Ace."

Mary was now on a higher level than the pirate navy, and when she spoke to Ace, she no longer had the hostile tone of the navy towards the pirates.

On the contrary, it feels like reuniting old friends.

"From your tone now, it seems that you have emerged from the shadow of that war?"

"...Haha, there's no way." Ace shook his head with a complex expression, "People always have a past that is beaten to pieces, and dad doesn't want me to stay decadent."

"Although I really want to defeat you and avenge your shame...but I must do something practical here, and I can't bring shame to my father's flag."

Doing practical things is actually a helpless act.

After all, Ace really had no confidence that he could defeat Mary.

"Then overthrowing the World Government is the most practical thing you can do." Mary was noncommittal about Ace's attitude of still being obsessed with his identity as a pirate. "I don't ask you to let go of the bad blood between you and me. But if you are willing to do it, War, I will welcome you as a comrade."

"Just like in Alabasta."

"..."

Ace was silent and looked to Shanks aside.

Shanks looked a little wrinkled, but the handwriting was still clear, Mihawk's last words for him.

His eyes were a little lonely, he looked at Ace and nodded.

Ace pursed his lips, and after a while, he slowly said:

"Mary... I have always believed that it is not identity, nor past experiences and memories that determine everyone's position and behavior."

“The only thing that can keep a person moving forward is his belief and how much he believes in it.”

"I believe in freedom, so I became a pirate. And you believe in justice, so you became a navy."

"What's the meaning?"

Mary raised an eyebrow.

"So!" Ace frowned, "Although one of us is a pirate and the other is a navy, freedom and justice do not conflict."

"The world government is the common enemy of both of us!"

"So - since we want to fight the World Government, we will do it with you!"

"……good!"

Mary also grinned: "In that case, let us work together -"

"Destroy the world government!"

…

After ending the call with the pirate party, Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really rare that for the first time in a long time, someone else has stirred up the passion in my heart.

In the world of One Piece, pirates still have their own unique power. Although their reckless spirit is not desirable in Mary's opinion, it is undeniable that it is indeed effective in improving morale.

The next step is to inform Magik and the others to pick up the fighting force from the pirates and go to Mariejoia.

But before that, Mary had one more phone call to make.

This is a phone number that very few people know about. Mary may be the only one in the entire Navy who has this mysterious contact information.

Not long ago, during the tripartite talks between the Navy, the Desert Alliance, and the Revolutionary Army, Mary had already contacted this person (Chapter 395).

“Hoho—Mary Mary, Moses Moses?”

"it's me."

Mary said bluntly.

"Have you arrived in the East China Sea?"

"Don't worry, I can't miss such a grand event. I've already reached the East China Sea, and even the Kingdom on the Bridge."

A confident voice came from the other side of the phone.

Mary was slightly surprised and said: "Then you are very fast. I originally thought it might take a few days for you to get here from the New World."

"You are insulting my professionalism, Lady Mary."

The person on the other side of the phone said with some dissatisfaction: "Your Excellency has made such an important decision to create such a glorious history, how can I miss such an important occasion?"

"I will keep in mind the grand invitation you gave me in Wano Country. Since you need my help, it is naturally my duty to do so."

"Then thank you for your full support..." Mary smiled relaxedly, "This time it really has to be you."

"Or...Whether I can make history this time depends on whether you can--"

"Don't worry." The person on the other side of the phone said bluntly, "I can guarantee that everyone in this world can see your heroic appearance fighting for the world!"

"I can rest assured that."

Mary nodded.

"I am waiting for you at the Bridge Kingdom."

The person on the other side said goodbye politely and hung up the phone.

On the main island of the Kingdom on the Bridge, a birdman stood on the top of a tower and put down the phone bug.

"Morgance, come join me and create a new era."

"..."

Morgans recalled what Mary had said to him before in Wano Country.

He had a rare surge of passion for an old man.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, Mary..."

"But since you need my power, then I believe in you. After all, you have never let me down since I started creating gods."

Morgans looked at his pocket watch.

"Live streaming facilities around the world should have been arranged."

"Next... the big news is going to be created by myself!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

…

He casually took a newspaper and looked at the headlines on the front page, and he couldn't help but frown.

"There will be an epoch-making large-scale global live broadcast in the near future? What is this guy Morgans doing?"

He complained and tossed the newspaper aside.

Such entertaining things as Laoshizi's global live broadcast are not worth mentioning during this time period.

Maybe this news monger wants to take advantage of the heat of the war to stir up a stir. The world government can't care about this kind of thing and doesn't bother to do anything about it.

He returned to the laboratory.

This laboratory was a laboratory in a country in the East China Sea that he directly robbed. For senior officials with World Government certification, the top leaders of the country in the East China Sea could only break their teeth and swallow it.

Of course, Famine robbed the laboratory not for himself. After all, he knew nothing about science.

"Hey, plague, haven't you solved it yet?"

He pushed the door open and shouted directly inside.

"Ping ping ping pong..."

There was first a sound of test tubes colliding inside, and then the sound of Plague's annoyance came.

"Don't shout so loud suddenly!

! "

"..."

Famine's stand-in can also express emotions. His face turned dark and he strode into the laboratory.

And when he saw Plague holding a tube of pitch-black reagent with both hands thoughtfully, and test tube debris scattered on the ground, his original dissatisfaction immediately dissipated.

Turned a little embarrassed.

"Hmm...it seems like you've done your research?"

"Of course, I'm an expert in poison research. Not even Vegapunk can catch up with me in this area."

After boasting very proudly, Plague slowly used a needle to put the reagent in the test tube.

"Although the configuration of this laboratory is terrible, with the core raw materials and other things knowing the proportions, the equipment requirements are not high."

"Is this the finished product?"

Hungry asked, looking at the needle in his hand.

"Yes." Plague carefully pressed the injection port of the needle, and a trace of dark liquid overflowed.

Famine asked curiously: "So what is the use of this... [Revelation] you mentioned?"

"Famine, your substitute should be lifeless, right?"

Plague asked nonchalantly.

Famine nodded.

"Of course. A substitute is a substitute after all. Although all life reactions are the same as those of living people, what supports their actions is the fruit ability, and their domineering power is also simulated and synchronized by the fruit ability. They themselves have no vitality."

"Is that so? Then I'll be relieved."

Plague said, walking towards famine.

"What are you worried about?...Uh, hey! What are you doing!?"

Famine's eyes widened as he watched Plague decisively inject the injection in his hand directly into his substitute.

He immediately threw away his arm, and then his other hand slammed into Plague's throat and lifted him up.

But it was a little late at this point. Famine was not wary of the plague before, so he didn't react until the plague injected a full tube of injection into the substitute.

"Ahem, cough... don't be impulsive. This thing is not toxic to your substitute."

Plague said, patting Famine's arm.

Famine did not let go of his hand immediately, but waited for a few minutes.

A few minutes later, after Plague had begun to show symptoms of suffocation, Famine still didn't feel anything was wrong with the substitute.

Only then did the famine let go of the plague.

Plague fell to the ground, coughing and turning blue.

Fengfang looked at the body of the substitute, his expression still full of displeasure.

After the plague recovered, he stood up tremblingly.

"You really need to change your bad temper."

"It's time to change your indifferent and self-assertive character."

Famine choked back without mercy.

Plague didn't care about Famine's disparagement, but went on to say to himself: "Let me talk to you about the poisonous principles of Revelation..."