Chapter 305: Deep-Sea Fortress
Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Inside that magnificent palace.
The Five Elders sat surrounding one another.
Today, there was one more person.
Kong.
"These two incidents have simply disgraced the World Government!" the blond Five Elder said with a dark expression.
"That's right. We give you so much military funding every year, yet it was so easily broken through by a single pirate crew. Kong… you've truly disappointed us!"
The sword-wielding Five Elder spoke indifferently.
A trace of gloom flickered in Kong's eyes.
"However, the Dragon Flame Pirates have indeed grown a little too fast. We let them run free before, and they even managed to release the pirates inside Impel Down. This crime… is unforgivable!"
"Exactly."
"Then let one of the old fellows go. It can count as making one final contribution."
"Agreed."
"Mm."
The Five Elders nodded.
Then the blond Five Elder looked at Kong.
"Kong, you're already seventy years old now. One year from now, you will become the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armed Forces. However, your current strength is far too weak."
Kong's body trembled slightly.
A glint flashed deep within his eyes.
He knew that becoming the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armed Forces was merely a title with no real authority—a hollow name—because no one would truly listen to him anymore.
Even the Fleet Admiral of the Navy reported directly to the Five Elders.
"After you step down, you will go to a certain place. When you return, you will take the position of Commander-in-Chief. During this year, you must choose the Navy's next Fleet Admiral and arrange everything properly."
The Five Elders all looked at him.
"Yes."
Kong nodded.
"Mm."
…
Five thousand meters beneath the sea below Holy Land Mary Geoise.
There stood a massive black fortress.
Inside this fortress were rows of cold corridors. Along these corridors, every step or so, two men in black suits were stationed. Each of them radiated a cold and powerful aura.
At the center of the fortress
was a gigantic circular room.
Inside were countless instruments, giving the place a strong science-fiction atmosphere.
Within the room, figures wearing white protective suits and transparent helmets walked back and forth.
Clack!
A metal door opened.
A young man dressed in a white suit stepped out. His behavior and mannerisms were extremely elegant.
"Where is Professor Vegapunk?" he asked a researcher.
"The professor is inside," the researcher said respectfully, bowing slightly.
"Thank you."
The young man replied with a smile, then straightened his collar and walked inward with graceful steps.
Soon, he arrived in front of a metal door.
Clack!
The door opened, revealing rows of cultivation chambers inside. In the room, a young man wearing white clothes, with messy hair and glasses, was busily working.
"Professor Vegapunk!" The young man walked in and called out with a trace of respect.
The messy-haired young man raised his head and looked at him.
"So it's Admiral Shusi. What is it?" Vegapunk pushed up his glasses and asked softly, his voice very magnetic.
"There's an order from above. They want one old monster to handle something."
Shusi said elegantly.
"Which number do you want?" Vegapunk walked over to a small steel door and opened it.
Hiss—
A burst of cold air rushed out.
Inside were rows of frozen chambers. Within them lay human figures, each marked with a number.
"Just pick any one. It's only to deal with some insignificant brats."
Shusi said casually.