Chapter 172: G-8 Marine Fortress
G-8 Marine Fortress.
This gigantic fortress, built upon an island, was completely encircled by two massive walls. The gray-white stone ramparts gave the entire stronghold a solemn, heavy atmosphere.
Mounted atop the walls were rows of cannons, while Marine soldiers patrolled back and forth above them.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, a Marine lieutenant colonel came to a stop and looked out toward the sea.
His eyes narrowed as he raised a telescope and looked through it.
"Enemy sighted! All units on alert!"
The lieutenant colonel shouted loudly.
Click—click—
The patrolling Marine soldiers quickly raised their guns, their expressions grim as they stared at the pirate ship steadily approaching across the sea.
Gurgle gurgle…
A Den Den Mushi call was placed.
As the call connected, the image of a man with extremely thick body hair and a sharp, monkey-like face appeared on the Den Den Mushi.
"Lieutenant Colonel Samson, what is it?" A commanding voice came from the other end.
"Commander, the Dragon Flame Pirates have been spotted!"
Lieutenant Colonel Samson reported in a deep voice.
"Dragon Flame Pirates… that dragon-hunting giant?" Jonathan said gravely.
"No. It's the entire Dragon Flame Pirates crew. Their massive warship has appeared."
As rising stars of the seas, the Dragon Flame Pirates' name was naturally known throughout the Marines—especially their ship, even though it had only been seen publicly once.
There was a brief silence on the other end. Then the voice spoke again, calm and domineering.
"Open the fortress gates. Turn all cannons inward toward the fortress. I want them to come in—and never leave."
"Yes!"
Lieutenant Colonel Samson froze for a moment, then shouted in response.
Buzz!!
The massive fortress gates slowly opened with a thunderous roar, revealing the magnificent interior of the stronghold.
"Woo—woo—woo…"
A series of alarms sounded simultaneously from within.
Immediately afterward, along the inner rock walls of the fortress, small openings slid open one by one, and rows of cannons rotated, aiming toward the sea inside the fortress.
At the same time, large numbers of Marines rushed out, quickly filling the entire stronghold—well over a thousand men.
Among them were Marines wearing officer uniforms and draped in coats emblazoned with the word "Justice," clearly powerful figures.
On a rocky ledge stood a balcony. Upon it was a man nearly three meters tall, dressed in ornate Marine vice admiral attire, a Justice coat draped over his shoulders, and a Marine cap on his head. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, and two coarse, dark, eight-shaped mustaches on his face.
The hair at his temples was a purplish-red, and his gaze was calm as he surveyed the fortress's deployment.
…
"Tsk. Captain, looks like this Marine base is rolling out the red carpet for us."
Buck said with a grin as he looked at the heavily prepared Marine fortress.
"I'll slaughter them all."
Enel said coldly from the side.
"Hahaha! Enel, if you dare wipe out the Marines, the captain will beat you half to death."
Buck laughed loudly.
They didn't take this Marine fortress seriously at all.
Or rather, they already believed there was nothing left that could truly threaten them.
Enel couldn't be bothered to respond, leaving Buck awkwardly standing there in the wind.
"Strong ones don't need to be killed."
Jiang Qize said softly.
Anyone who could become a strong fighter possessed a certain level of talent and real strength. When used in synthesis, a humanoid combat form could unleash much more of that power.
On the other hand, if the person used for synthesis was too weak, the dinosaur would need to undergo long-term training before the original potential could gradually be brought out.
He intended to capture more strong individuals—either to control with Dinosaur Fruits or to use for synthesis.
"Yes, Captain."
The others answered in unison.
Even Enel responded, not daring to defy his will.
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