Chapter 465: News of the Revolutionary Army
If the Flying Pirate Crew still wanted to return to their former glory, they needed a powerful leader.
And Golden Lion Shiki was the perfect candidate.
It wouldn't be surprising if some desperate remnants tried to stage a prison break.
Kong thought silently.
"Get ready. I'll go with Zephyr to Impel Down for support. The Marine Headquarters is in your hands. Also, notify Garp—his vacation is over. Tell him to get his ass back here!"
Fleet Admiral Kong stood, grabbed his coat labeled Justice, and walked out, issuing commands to Tsuru as he went.
"Yes, sir!"
Tsuru immediately went to prepare.
As for the Buster Call on Ohara, neither of them mentioned it.
Compared to Impel Down, Ohara seemed insignificant at this moment.
Zephyr also received the order.
After a moment of silence, he too departed with Kong toward Impel Down.
Looking at the quiet Zephyr beside him, Kong's eyes were full of disappointment.
The two exchanged few words as their warship sped toward Impel Down.
Meanwhile, the World Government had also learned of the sudden communication blackout.
Inside Pangaea Castle at Mary Geoise, the Five Elders gathered on sofas, discussing.
"Did you hear that Impel Down has lost contact?"
Saint Nasujuro, the one holding the First Generation Kitetsu, asked.
"We just received the news. Kong is already on the move with Zephyr. I'm sure we'll get word soon."
Saint Peter replied.
"I heard rumors it might be the remnants of the Flying Pirate Crew,"
Saint Saturn added, echoing the Navy's suspicions.
"Highly possible,"
Saint Vochuli nodded.
"Since the Flying Pirates were devoured by the three great pirate crews in the New World, they are desperate for Shiki's return."
"Those damned remnants! Impel Down cannot be compromised. If those prisoners escape, the destruction to the world will be unimaginable!"
Saint Mars slammed the table in anger.
The other Elders nodded silently.
The consequences would be devastating.
Not only would the world be flooded with tens of thousands of vicious criminals again, but the symbolic power of Impel Down would also be lost.
The once-impenetrable fortress would become a laughingstock.
"The Navy is still too weak. With so much uncertainty, even the Fleet Admiral must step in. If something happens to Marineford, can Tsuru handle it alone?"
Saint Saturn questioned.
"No. The Navy is strong enough,"
Saint Vochuli replied firmly.
"Indeed,"
Saint Peter agreed.
"With fifty thousand elite marines at HQ, and hundreds of thousands across the four seas and Grand Line, their power is formidable."
The others fell silent.
The conversation shifted.
"Let's wait for the Navy's update. Meanwhile, CP0 must start moving."
Saint Nasujuro said seriously.
"A new batch of CP0 agents is in emergency training. We're still short-handed,"
Saint Saturn sighed.
"Also, there's a new force rising in the South Blue. Its leader is… troublesome."
He pulled out a document and handed it around.
"Revolutionary Army?"
Saint Nasujuro frowned at the name on the document.
As he read their ideology and actions—
Bang!
"Outrageous! We can't allow this ideology to spread!"
He slammed the table, furious.
"This leader, Dragon… isn't he Garp's son, Monkey D. Dragon?"
Saint Vochuli murmured.
"Does Garp know?"
Saint Nasujuro asked.
"He might. Or might not."
Saint Saturn shook his head helplessly.
"Should we act against Garp?"
Saint Peter suggested.
"I've already ordered surveillance. But Garp hasn't reacted. He's currently in Windmill Village in East Blue, babysitting his grandson,"
Saint Saturn replied, handing over some photos of Garp with a child.
"Garp's grandson? Dragon's son?"
Saint Vochuli's eyes flashed with a chill.
"No. Sources say the boy is adopted,"
Saint Saturn clarified.
"Adopted? Could it be Roger's child?"
Saint Nasujuro recalled the large-scale search last year in South Blue for Roger's offspring—so many pregnant women killed, but no leads.
"No. Even if Roger's child was born at the latest, it would have been around 1499. The boy Garp adopted was born in 1500. Not possible,"
Saint Saturn confirmed.
Nasujuro sighed in relief.
"Then we won't touch him. Garp has high prestige, and the World Government can't move against him without reason. Just keep an eye on him."
The others nodded.
Thanks to Navy efforts and public perception, Garp was now a living legend.
Many marines held onto justice because of him.
Many even joined the Navy inspired by him.
Though Garp had no faction, the lower ranks of the Navy were essentially his base.
There was no reason—no excuse—to touch him lightly.
As for Dragon?
That was even more complicated.
Dragon's public identity was "Monkey D. Dragon," not "Monkey D. Dorag."
Most high-level figures simply turned a blind eye to this.
They understood the truth internally.
Letting the rank and file know would only cause chaos.
Imagine if the marine soldiers learned that someone they were grooming for future Fleet Admiral had betrayed them.
It would be a disgrace.
So the top brass stayed silent.
Even for Garp's sake, they would say nothing.
"Pass the order: CP0 is to monitor Impel Down's intelligence closely,"
Saint Mars ordered.
"Agreed,"
the others echoed.
Ever since Roger triggered the Great Pirate Era, the World Government had known only turbulence.
The scrutiny from member nations and the enormous military budget had left even these five top decision-makers with persistent headaches.
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