"You should be able to hear it."
Bucky's muttering voice still had some presence in this chaotic night.
As soon as he heard this voice, Akainu's fist hardened.
It was this guy who colluded with the World Economic News during the war, and a live broadcast directly stretched the pressure on the Navy.
It was originally a public execution held to frighten the pirates and weaken the power of the Four Emperors, but in the end, the Celestial Dragons were auctioned off in front of the whole world.
He also had the audacity to kill three Celestial Dragons.
Of Bucky's 1.2 billion reward, at most only 200 million came from his strength, and the remaining 1 billion beli was for his courage.
The navy lost all face.
"Well, now we can continue the topic, His Excellency Saint Miklos."
"What did you just say? What kind of activities do the Tianlong people do every three years...?"
Bucky's voice came from somewhere on the street.
This guy kidnapped another Celestial Dragon!
Did the CP organization grow up eating excrement? How come it doesn’t even make a sound?
"I'm going to interrupt the broadcast, Gion, you go find Miklos Saint."
Akainu made the plan with a cold face.
The arrogant clown shows up again, so be prepared to die.
He had to do it himself to interrupt the broadcast.
This arrogant clown has a strong sense of purpose in his seemingly random actions.
After bewitching Saint Charma, he quickly kidnapped a new Celestial Dragon, working non-stop, grabbing the attention of the Navy, the CP organization and all the Celestial Dragons.
Such passivity is very detrimental to them.
But Akainu had to go at his opponent's pace.
He could already imagine how serious the five old stars must be at this time.
A three-year annihilation activity...
The Tianlong people are happy with this, but facing the middle-level naval soldiers, it is something that will shatter their faith.
Since we are gathering the strength of all countries in the name of justice, we should be prepared to be counterattacked by this name.
But not yet!
Not all navies regard these two words as air.
At least among the middle and lower classes of the navy and the people of the franchising countries.
Akainu's hand clenched tightly, turning into a terrifying slowly flowing lava.
He also wants to use the power of the navy to realize his justice in the name of justice!
In addition to his precise grasp of timing, Akainu gained a new understanding of this arrogant clown.
Ya can always force you to act according to the other person's ideas.
Technical support for the broadcast came from Morgans and Holbach.
As an intelligence giant, he obviously put a lot of effort into the spread of sound.
After all, even the live broadcast has been organized.
A radio broadcast is no big deal to him either.
Holback's support is in terms of carriers.
The source of the sound was a man wearing a dark robe and hood, with his head lowered.
His chest is hollow and shaped into the shape of a large trumpet.
Inside lies a dark-skinned telephone bug.
Shaking his head and grinning, he imitated the signal coming from the other end.
"Then as you said..."
"The Tianlong people will choose a non-franchised country every three years as a venue for hunting activities."
"Yes...yes, the citizens of that country are prey, and we work very hard to kill the prey so that we can get rewards."
The phone bug perfectly imitated Miklos Saint's panicked tone.
"I have participated twice. In addition to the untouchables as prey, we will also release some prisoners as prey. They can score more points."
"But...but..."
His panicked tone made one imagine that there must be a cold blade pressed against his neck.
"But what?"
The clown's sneering voice was particularly recognizable, as if the extremely heavy truth in Saint Miklos' mouth did not affect his good mood.
Well, he loves revealing interesting truths like this.
Although it is not as interesting as the true face of my old friend.
But barely.
The phone bug's face turned.
"However, since the Valley of the Gods incident, every additional prisoner will undergo strict screening..."
"..."
"...."
"Is what Tianlong said true, Lieutenant General Peach Rabbit?"
A naval soldier next to Gion suddenly stopped, holding a spear in his hand, but his face showed indescribable fear.
As a navy, they have been taught since joining the army that the world's nobles are great and are descendants of the Creator. It was their ancestors, the twenty kings, who single-handedly created the current order.
It is the foundation of the world's government and navy.
Everyone said this, and every page of paper recorded it this way.
From childhood to adulthood, from the decrepit old man to the babbling child...
So, no matter how arrogant, domineering and disgusting they are...
But before breaking through a certain bottom line, before forming a common understanding of the group.
The soldier simply suppressed his suspicion of the world's nobility deeply in his heart and continued to fulfill his justice.
But now, his worldview is beginning to collapse.
Gion's tall legs stopped.
She was obviously very good at coaxing people, but she suddenly didn't know how to face this subordinate who looked at a loss.
He pursed his red lips lightly.
But he just hesitated for a moment.
He quickly took out his long straight legs.
"The clown is good at playing with people's hearts, so don't take his words lightly."
This rhetoric was obviously not enough to restore the soldier's suddenly collapsed worldview.
But he was surrounded by navy soldiers who were watching indifferently.
It was like a strong inertia, carrying them forward.
The residence of Saint Miklos is not far from the Central Street, and closer to the core of the Holy Land, the majestic Pangu City.
This status has nothing to do with him personally.
It all depends on Markarth, this surname.
Among the five old stars in this year, there is one Markas.
Gion's speed was not slow. After passing through the manor in front, the power of sight and color enveloped the entire baroque building in front of him.
In the room at the end of the third floor.
A masked being facing... two phone bugs?
Gion had no intention of wasting time.
His slender fingers rested on the hilt of his sword Jinpila, his long legs arched, and he stepped a few times in the air.
"Moonstep."
...
...
"Can you tell me how you screen, Dear Saint Miklos."
The clown's voice still echoed in half of the holy land.
"If screening..."
"Because of the last accident, we now select directly from the navy."
"Choose some naive and hard-working guys and let them go to the hunting ground in advance in the name of special training."
"Well... sometimes we also say it's for the mission."
"But in the file, we will write that he defected."
"This way no one will pursue it anymore..."
