Having the ability to swiftly organize a large group of refugees to escape, yet being neither part of the World Governnt nor the forces of the Goa Kingdom… who could it be?
In East Blue, there is only one organization capable of such a rapid response, with the organizational ability and willingness to save refugees.
That's right—it could only be the Terminal Villagers' Mutual Aid Committee.
No, wait—it's the Revolutionary Army.
At this realization, the white-masked agent beca noticeably more serious.
As a CP0 agent, a mber of the highest intelligence agency under the World Governnt, he naturally harbored deep hostility toward the Revolutionary Army, whose intelligence-gathering capabilities were equally formidable.
Sothing about this situation was too abnormal.
An organization like the Revolutionary Army would not casually make a move against the Celestial Dragons without fully understanding the consequences.
Unless…
'Could it be that the Revolutionary Army plans to surface and engage the World Governnt head-on?'
This thought made the white-masked agent's brow furrow slightly.
CP0 is the highest intelligence and espionage agency under the World Governnt and is considered its most powerful organization for intelligence operations and covert activities.
In the agent's understanding, if the Revolutionary Army revealed itself now, it would be tantamount to self-destruction, given its current strength.
What could possibly give the Revolutionary Army the confidence to think it could contend with the World Governnt?
And could this be related to that pirate with those strange, unfathomable attack thods?
A subtle sense of unease crept into the white mask's heart.
As experts in manipulation and intrigue, CP0 agents were naturally adept at uncovering conspiracies. And in this event, he faintly detected the familiar scent of one.
'No, sothing still feels off…'
'Saint Charlos's original plan was to visit the capital of the Goa Kingdom for leisure. On a whim, he decided to co observe the great fire. It was a coincidence, not sothing that could have been preditated.'
Unless—
'They've even managed to figure out Saint Charlos's personal whims?! Has the Revolutionary Army's intelligence network grown this powerful?'
'The Goa Kingdom's reports state that a mountain bandit nad Sig deliberately set the Gray Terminal on fire. Perhaps… this Sig is a mber of the Revolutionary Army…'
A slight change appeared on the white-masked agent's face.
This possibility was too terrifying to ignore.
For a mont, he even felt the urge to imdiately relay this critical piece of information to his superiors using the Den Den Mushi he carried.
But, upon rembering that Saint Charlos was still undergoing ergency treatnt, he ultimately dismissed the idea.
'That mysterious pirate cannot be underestimated. He must be dealt with carefully.'
The white mask abandoned his original plan of directly killing Sig and returning. Against a formidable individual like Sig, he decided to lie low and wait for the right opportunity.
After all, CP0 agents excelled not at direct confrontation, but at underhanded tactics, assassination, and scheming.
Clearing his mind of all other distractions, the white mask's movents quickened. His figure blurred into a streak, stepping rapidly through the air with Moonwalk.
In just monts, he reached Sig's pirate ship.
"Flying Finger Pistol!"
With his finger as a gun, an air bullet shot out with a sharp hiss, piercing through the night sky and eliminating the lookout atop the pirate ship's crow's nest.
In the next instant, the white-masked figure appeared in the crow's nest, silently observing the deck below. He was waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
'The enemy is highly troubleso. Using a technique like Flying Finger Pistol won't work. I can't afford to take chances—I need to find a flawless opportunity.'
The white mask suppressed his presence, lurking in the shadows.
"Knock him out, tie him up, and have soone watch over him."
He heard Sig's voice giving commands.
"Hey, Baldy. Weren't you a Navy instructor? Here's a job for you: after tying up Morgan, give him a bit of… 'training.' Make sure there's no more sneaky business from him in the future."
The bald man glanced at Morgan, who lay unconscious on the ground.
Though Morgan was a sergeant, he wasn't exactly young anymore—37 years old, considered middle-aged.
However, his build was quite burly, with exceptionally developed muscles.
"Binding? Training? I see, although I'm not very good at this kind of thing, since it's the boss's order, I'll give it my best."
Sig: "..."
From the side ca Ivankov's voice:
"Really, Sig-boy, I respect your personal preferences, but we're still in the danger zone right now, you know?"
Sig: "..."
'Of all people, I really didn't want to hear that from you, the Okama King...'
'And what even is a danger zone? Do n-on-n scenarios have such a thing as a danger zone?'
'But when I think about it, it kind of makes sense. In the world of One Piece, anything is possible....'
As Sig remained speechless, he heard Ivankov speak seriously:
"Sig-boy, I admire your courage to take on the Celestial Dragons. Though I don't know why their ship didn't retaliate and instead fled, things definitely won't just end so simply."
It was only then that Sig suddenly ca to his senses and glanced toward the distant Celestial Dragon ship.
However, he had long mastered the art of maintaining a calm facade. Combined with the fact that he had just obtained the Li Jing card, there wasn't a trace of panic in his heart. He simply let out a light chuckle:
"Don't worry. Everything is under my control."
"What you're worried about is the CP0 agent by the Celestial Dragon's side, isn't it?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's already here, lurking in the shadows."
Performing on the spot to fit the occasion had beco second nature to Sig.
Exactly, it wasn't because he liked boasting or throwing around cocky remarks. Not at all.
From atop the lookout tower, White Mask remained entirely unfazed.
As an elite intelligence operative, he wouldn't lose his composure over anything Sig said. Instead, he further suppressed his presence.
"Sig-boy, you even know about CP0... Don't tell you've already discovered them?"
Ivankov imdiately grew vigilant.
Sig chuckled but didn't confirm or deny it, though inside, he was feeling a bit tense.
With the Li Jing card, he wasn't afraid of a head-on confrontation. But if soone launched a sneak attack from the shadows, he might genuinely be in trouble.
After thinking for a mont, he drew his longsword and, with the tall figure of the crying-faced White Mask man in his mind, swung the sword forward experintally.
Shh!
A sharp sound echoed from above, and everyone's gaze instinctively shot upward.
High above the ship, a white figure streaked down like a flash, diving straight from the sky!
At that mont, most people hadn't even had ti to react.
Only a select few strong individuals, like Ivankov, managed to catch the terrifyingly fast figure with their eyes.
"So fast!"
Ivankov's face changed drastically. He could sense the extre danger and instinctively raised his arms to protect his chest.
CP0 had moved too quickly—there was no ti to dodge!
Out of the corner of his eye, however, he saw that Sig appeared entirely unfazed, standing motionless where he was.
"Sig-boy—"
Before Ivankov could finish shouting, his vision blurred.
In that instant, a white figure appeared in front of Sig!
And then...
Kneeling on one leg, White Mask dropped to one knee before Sig, both hands raised high, clamping down on Sig's longsword.
All that could be heard was Sig softly murmuring:
"I have a sword that can make even immortals kneel."
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