Chapter 147: Ryuunosuke Raids the Naval Branch!
No. 65, Sabaody Archipelago.
"Hey! Who the hell are you!?"
"This area is restricted—navy and government personnel only! Outsiders aren't allowed!"
"Get out, now!"
A Marine pointed a Mauser rifle at the young man in front of him, arrogance practically dripping off his face.
"I'm looking for someone," the young man said calmly. "A friend of mine was captured and enslaved by you bastards."
"I think—"
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, the Marine fired a warning shot.
"One more word and I'll blow your head off!"
The threat was clear—next time, he wouldn't miss.
"Figures... You've really lost all sense of humanity, haven't you?" the young man muttered. "So many trash Marines in one place."
Before the Marine could react, the young man vanished—and reappeared right behind him.
With a cold glint in his eyes, Ryuunosuke moved like a shadow.
Without hesitation, he killed the Marine.
"Sorry, but I can't let you alert the others just yet," Ryuunosuke whispered. "That'd ruin the fun."
His gaze shifted to the news bird not far away.
Morgans really came through, he thought. I wonder if Sengoku will have a heart attack when he sees what's about to air...
But he pushed the thought aside. That wasn't his concern right now.
Ryuunosuke stepped through the main gate and entered the so-called "navy branch."
He had to admit—this place was swimming in wealth.
The architecture, the sheer size of the facility—none of it resembled a typical navy outpost.
It was more on par with a G-branch in the New World, maybe even more extravagant.
Clearly, these bastards had made a fortune here.
Curiously, the base was barely guarded—maybe out of overconfidence or just sheer laziness.
In broad daylight, not a single Marine patrolled the outer courtyard.
Then, from a nearby pavilion, he heard a familiar sound:
Dice clattering.
"Big! Big!" someone shouted excitedly.
Ryuunosuke walked toward the noise.
A group of navy officers were sitting around gambling like they didn't have a care in the world.
The dealer was a senior officer—a Lieutenant, judging by the insignia on his shoulder.
"Mind if I join in?" Ryuunosuke asked casually, hands in his pockets.
"Sure, sure!" the Lieutenant said without even glancing up. "Life's boring as hell anyway. Nothing interesting's happened lately."
The dice cup clattered again.
"123—small!" the Lieutenant called, laughing. "Haha, I win again!"
"I swear, Lieutenant," one of the losing Marines grumbled, "how long are we supposed to rot here? Haven't those new slaves arrived yet?"
Everyone around the table sighed, clearly bored out of their minds.
Other than gambling, they had nothing to do. The Celestial Dragons were someone else's responsibility.
"I heard the Dragon Hunters are in the area too," one Marine muttered. "If you want to mess with them, be my guest."
"Really? And the other squads couldn't even handle them?" someone scoffed.
"They're just rookie pirates," another shrugged. "But I guess our boys still haven't dealt with them."
"Whatever. Just give me my money already!"
"Don't go looking for trouble," the Lieutenant warned. "The Dragon Hunters are no joke. Wait until they leave."
"Vice Admiral Vilas said the Sabaody Archipelago is ours. We stay put."
"When the time comes, there'll be plenty of action."
"Didn't we give you enough slaves already to keep you entertained?"
The officer's tone was flat, like this kind of talk was completely normal.
But then, a different voice cut through the noise like a knife.
"So... none of you ever considered the Dragon Hunters might come here?"
Everyone froze.
"What did you just say?"
The Lieutenant head snapped up.
And for the first time, they realized—they didn't recognize this man standing among them.
He wasn't one of theirs.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"Me?" Ryuunosuke smiled. "My bad. I forgot to introduce myself."
"I'm Ryuunosuke—captain of the Dragon Hunter Pirates. Pleased to meet you."
The room fell completely silent.
Breathing slowed. Faces went pale.
The loud, rowdy gambling den turned into a frozen chamber of fear.
"D-Dragon Hunter Pirates...?"
"You're—!"
Shhhk—
Blood sprayed.
The Lieutenant didn't even get to scream as his throat was slit cleanly.
He dropped to the floor, lifeless.
"Shh," Ryuunosuke said calmly. "Don't scare the news bird."
Everyone's eyes snapped to his shoulder—where a news bird sat, camera strapped to its chest.
Every word they'd spoken...
Every sick admission...
Had just been recorded.
Cold sweat poured down their backs.
If Headquarters saw that footage—
They were all screwed.
"Relax," Ryuunosuke said, turning to leave. "I never said I'd report you."
"I just said... I want you all dead."
With those final words, he walked away.
Seconds later, every Marine in the room collapsed, clutching their throats, eyes wide in terror.
[Psychic Ability – Invisible Blade]
Ryuunosuke walked deeper into the base and unleashed his Observation Haki.
In a flash, he sensed the entire layout of the branch.
"Man... these bastards really know how to live it up," he muttered. "But their party ends today."
He touched the bird on his shoulder.
"Morgans, you ready?"
"All set," the news bird squawked. "We can broadcast anytime."
"But Captain Ryuunosuke... are you sure about this?"
"This won't just hurt the navy—it might push them into a frenzy."
Morgans was nervous. This wasn't some small-time scoop.
Broadcasting this would piss off the World Government and the navy big time.
Then again, they might be too busy dealing with the fallout to come after him.
"I've thought it through," Ryuunosuke replied with a smirk. "Don't worry—I'll handle what comes next."
"The navy loves to preach about justice, right?"
"Well, let's show the world what their justice really looks like."
With that, he drew his blade—Ame-no-Habakiri.
He raised it high—and slashed down.
A massive shockwave exploded outward, slicing through the building.
The plaque hanging high above the base—engraved with the word Justice—was cut clean in half.
Boom—!
"What the hell!?"
"Who dares cause trouble here?!"
A thunderous voice boomed from inside as a towering figure emerged.
He wore a navy coat and glared down with fury.
It was none other than Vice Admiral Vilas—the base's commanding officer.
And he looked ready to kill.
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