"What?"
Kong's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly stood up, "What happened? Why did it turn out like this suddenly?"
Ever since Sengoku volunteered to resign, he had been resting in the headquarters hospital, and it had been over twenty days by now.
Resting for so long—is it because his body couldn't take it anymore, or is it a mental illness? Kong wasn't sure, but just a few days ago, he heard that Sengoku had basically recovered and was preparing to be discharged.
Then why today...
Wait a minute!
Before the other end of the phone could answer, Kong suddenly thought of the reason and started flipping through the stack of warrants.
Sure enough, at the bottom, he found Sengoku's warrant—
[Former Navy Headquarters Marshal, "Intelligent General" Sengoku!]
[Claiming to hold justice that dominates the world, but in reality, a sycophantic dog for the Heavenly Celestial Dragon, orchestrated the O'Hara Buster Call, and participated in several extinction operations against non-affiliated nations]
[The most hypocritical, the biggest executioner, countless blood debts, crimes towering like a mountain!]
[Bounty: 5 billion Belly! Dead or Alive!]
Kong's face turned cold.
He and Sengoku actually had quite a good personal relationship.
Back when he became Marshal not long ago, he directly promoted Sengoku to Grand Admiral, and when Sengoku became Marshal, it was also because Kong strongly recommended him to the Holy Land, making great contributions.
This old subordinate, who had already resigned and retired, yet the Endgame still won't let go?
"We found the latest newspaper beside his pillow."
The voice of the trembling director also came from the other end of the line:
"There were many warrants sandwiched inside it... In short, according to the nurse, after seeing them, Sengoku's face turned pale and then red, sitting there for a full two hours without moving."
"When the nurse went to deliver meals, she witnessed this scene and was a bit frightened. She just went over to touch him lightly, and suddenly, Sengoku laughed wildly before spewing a large mouthful of blood, covering the entire bed in red, and he fainted on the spot..."
The director was filled with apprehension and uncertainty as he said this.
"Marshal, in short, the current situation is very unfavorable. Sengoku's various vital signs are drastically declining. We suspect it's due to long-term emotional suppression along with this enormous mental blow, which his heart couldn't bear, causing this event..."
"What's the use of saying that, make sure to do everything possible in the rescue!"
Kong's face became more unsightly, he angrily ordered, "I'll be over shortly to visit. In my name, gather the best doctors from headquarters, spare no expense, and bring him back, understand!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
Hanging up the phone, Kong's eyes were heavy, staring at the chaotic office and the scattered warrants, his fists clenched tightly.
"Shano..."
His once most trusted subordinate, also a dear old friend, Sengoku was critically ill in bed, at any moment might leave this world.
Having hardly dealt with the Endgame before, he finally could understand Akainu's anger toward that man.
Wishing to kill him with his own hands!
Though Sengoku also, nearly eighty years old, yet still lacks a bit of flair in handling situations.
He cares too much about his reputation; retirement could have been a kind of relief, hadn't it come to this?
Blub-blub!
Just about to tidy up and visit Sengoku in the hospital, suddenly a glimpse seen among the bounty orders made him jerk to a stop, staring in disbelief.
Did he see it wrong?
These, these are...
Cold sweat trickled down Kong's forehead, realizing that not only the Navy but even the lords of the Holy Land were also being wanted!
————
Holy Land Mary Geoise, within the realm of power.
Smash!
An exquisite, luxurious teacup was flung away, shattering against the wall, with tea splattering everywhere.
"How audacious! How offensive! How... unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Saint Nusjuro was furious beyond restraint, glaring at the kneeling CP0 Chief, with a face twisted like a malicious ghost, he gritted his teeth:
"Warranting the Navy is one thing, but that Shano! How dare he involve the four of us in it?!"
Kneeling on the ground was the CP0 Chief, a person of high status and authority but trembling all over, his forehead stuck to the floor, daring not even lift his head.
—Because on that warrant tossed in front of him was the old man in kimono with a sinister face printed clearly!
[Supreme Ruler of the World Government, one of the Five Elders, "Financial Martial God" Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro!]
[An elite selected among the Heavenly Celestial Dragon, ruling as a vicar for over two hundred years, with heinous crimes beyond count!]
[Zoan-type Mythical·Bakotsu Ability User, possessing extremely strong regenerative healing ability, some fruit abilities, and excessive Supreme King can suppress and delay this ability]
[Bounty: 6 billion Belly! Only Capture Alive!]
Besides this paper, there were three more on the tea table, belonging to Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, Saint Topman Warcury, and...
Saint Figarland·Garling, newly appointed and already the core of power!
A total of four warrants, not only revealing the backgrounds and abilities of the Five Elders clearly but also providing methods to counter their powers!
The Five Elders, the wielders of supreme world power!
They were supposed to remain high above in the clouds, maintaining that air of mystery and awe!
But now what has happened.
That Shano, it's as if he stripped them bare, throwing them naked onto the streets for the lowly people to mock and ridicule!
Also making those self-assured sea powerhouses regard them as prey from now on!
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!!!"
Saint Nusjuro grew increasingly furious, pacing back and forth on the carpet with his hands behind his back.
The other three Five Elders' faces were just as dark as iron.
"Esteemed Stars, the grievance from last time in the North Sea, we have yet to settle with him."
Saint Warcury's eyes gleamed with cold flashes, "And yet he had the nerve to provoke us so openly, can you all swallow such insult!"
"We can't swallow it, of course, we can't swallow it, no matter what we can't swallow it!"
Saint Peter of "Jupiter" seethed with bitter resentment.
"It seems on this point, you finally put aside past grudges and have reached a consensus with me,"
Garling also spoke coldly, "So you all shouldn't oppose my previous proposal, let Kong come to the Holy Land, the Navy Headquarters must accelerate the war preparations, it can't be delayed anymore."
"I second that, the situation of public opinion was just starting to stabilize and now this arises. If the Endgame is not destroyed and the New World not controlled by us, we will only be restless day and night!"
"In that case, let this war..."
"Be completely launched!"
The four Five Elders looked at each other, reading the determination in each other's eyes.
Previously always being attacked first by the opponent, their own strong fighters too scattered, unable to coordinate manpower, suffering considerable losses.
Now patience has worn thin!
It's time to set aside all other concerns, abandon the need to guard the four directions...
Let the Navy Headquarters, CP department, and the Divine Knight Order unite for an unprecedented ultimate large-scale war against the New World!
"..."
Garling hesitated in his heart, yet he still did not mention that a few days ago, he sent people to Elbaf.
The prince of the Giant Race, Loki, was truly ungracious, preferring to continue being confined in the "Netherworld" rather than defect to their side.
Garling even offered the favorable condition of becoming a Heavenly Celestial Dragon, yet the other party remained unmoved.
Even mocked the knights he sent in return.
Before advancing into the Endgame's territory and launching a formal war against Shano, I should personally take a trip to Elbaf.
That Loki is worth it.
After all, he once personally slew his father, the previous Giant King Harald, undoubtedly possessing Admiral-level combat power.
And before that—
"We must first eliminate the obstacle of Whitebeard!"
Saint Garling and Saint Nusjuro, almost simultaneously and decisively, spoke thus!