Pirates: The Strongest Justice

World Summit was held in Marineford for a few days in style.

During this period, the general direction was basically reached a consensus with Marine's persuasion.

And Sengoku was not idle either. A large number of Marines were recalled from the New World, and each warship almost surrounded Marineford.

Marine big shots stepped off the warship one after another.

[Akainu] Sakazuki, [Aokiji] Kuzan, [Fujitora] smile, [Green Bull] Aramaki...

It can be said that the current New World Marine Base is completely undefended.

However, they believe that no pirate would dare to directly attack Marine Base now.

Because Marine has told them with absolute strength - there is no future for being a pirate!

Even those pirates who were lucky enough to escape the sweep were probably scratching their heads at this time, trying to find a small town to retreat to.

Standing directly in front of the crescent-shaped port, Sengoku looked at the elite Marines, a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and he hurried forward to greet them.

"Where is Atlas?"

Akainu and Aokiji said simultaneously.

The two looked at each other, stepped back slightly, moved to both sides, and spoke at the same time again, "I have something to talk to him about."

"..."

Sengoku looked at the two people who suddenly had a tacit understanding, and was speechless for a moment.

Aokiji was also silent.

He had been paying attention to Nico Robin's movements before. Although the other person had disguised himself through the fruit's ability, he had already memorized the other person's life aura.

So after spending a certain amount of time, he finally found it.

However, he discovered that Nico Robin had joined a chamber of commerce called the Soviet Union and successfully became the president of the West Blue branch.

Originally, this was nothing. After all, Nico Robin had been hiding his identity among major forces during these years of escaping.

Although this time is a little different, he is not a pirate, and he still has a certain amount of power.

But he didn't take it to heart.

Until that day when Atlas suddenly announced that he was the boss behind the Soviet Chamber of Commerce, Aokiji felt bad.

"Ahem, he went to heaven!"

Sengoku raised his finger to the sky and coughed lightly.

Finally, as if afraid they might misunderstand, he added: "Not Mariejois."

Above the floating clouds, under the scorching sun.

An island hovers here, and the whole seems to be made up of countless floating islands, giving it a sense of fragmentation.

On the island, a dark blue and extremely ferocious battleship stood, with its pitch-black muzzle placed at the bow of the ship, exuding an icy murderous aura.

The entire ship was like a lifeless body.

The smooth hull lines and ferocious muzzle seem to be war weapons born for killing.

Standing in front of the muzzle, that creepy feeling spread throughout my body.

This is how Franky feels now.

"Hey! Old man, did we really build this thing? I always feel like it's going to kill me at any time."

Tom straightened his bent waist, dropped the tools in his hands, and said calmly: "Didn't you watch it take shape step by step?"

"But……"

He was still a little disbelieving, "Although we have built three identical ships according to the drawings before, none of them gave me such a strong sense of... fear like this one!"

Seemingly finding the right adjective, Franky started dancing lively, "That's right! It's the feeling of fear. I feel like it's been watching my back."

"Hahahaha! You brat like you can feel scared too!"

Tom laughed loudly and looked at the kid he had brought up since childhood, this guy who had always been lawless.

"It's long-winded, forget it if you don't want to say it!"

Franky's face turned red and he muttered dissatisfiedly.

"That's because the previous three battleships are not really [Pluton], even though their power is almost the same as [Pluton]."

"Real Pluton?" Franky didn't understand.

It was obviously based on the drawings, and the power was tested, and it was indeed able to destroy the island with one blow. Why is it not considered a real Pluton in the eyes of the master?

"Yes, the real Pluton has a sense of life. After experiencing adventures with his friends, the ship elves born and possessing intelligence are the real [Plutons]." Tom explained.

Franky frowned, "Then who are we?"

He pointed at the battleship behind him. It was obviously the same imitation as the previous ones!

"Ahem~ Well, I didn't think that the ship was 'sleeping' anyway, and it shouldn't have any objection to dismantling some parts, so..."

Tom gave me a "you know what" look.

"Does that still affect use?"

A white robe floated over and appeared behind Tom.

When Tom heard this, he was not surprised at all. He grinned his unshaven mouth, gave a thumbs up and smiled: "Of course there is no problem. A man must have confidence in the boat he builds!!"

"That's good!"

Atlas nodded.

He didn't care at all whether it was a Ship Elf or not, as long as the cards were in place.

Including the one he brought from Wanokuni, there are five [Plutons] in total.

Although it is different from the ten top-level battleships that come standard with Buster Call, it is just enough for five Admiral-level Marines to lead.

With one move of one hand, the Pluton battleship that he had hidden among the clouds and mist flew out and hovered neatly over the island, with Nuo's large shadow covering several people.

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Mariejois, among the powers that be.

The atmosphere in the entire room almost dropped to freezing point, and the brows of the five old men almost frowned into a straight line.

"Has Shichibukai responded to the emergency call?"

Five Elders asked.

"No."

boom--! !

Saint Dexter smashed the corner of the table with a slap, and laughed angrily: "Pirates are indeed a group of untrustworthy guys!"

"Marine has begun to gather troops. Are we waiting for them in Mariejois?"

Asked Alberic Saint with short yellow hair.

Saint La Cruz said solemnly: "Have you forgotten? Lord Im cannot leave the Holy Land, and the use of national treasures also requires..."

"La Cruz! Isn't Master Im something we can discuss without permission?"

Saint Nazarov scolded loudly, not giving the old man any face.

"Okay, there's no point in continuing to argue like this. All we can do now is wait for Marine to come up, and Lord Im will take action to kill Bai Jian with his own hands. Leave the others to us, that's enough!"

Saint Jimenez hurried out to smooth things over.

Between words, he was full of confidence in Imho, the so-called national treasure, and did not take Marine seriously at all.