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Chapter 911: Pizarro's Fate is Sealed
Chapter 911: Pizarro’s Fate is Sealed
Inside the Base Commander’s office, Kuro had naturally claimed the space after arriving. He leaned back in his chair, facing the rear window as he observed the Port Plaza below.
Lucius Kro strolled in leisurely and raised a hand in greeting.
Kuro twitched his lips upward, stood, and said, “Gramps, your speed should be faster than mine, right? Even if our distances were different, you shouldn’t have been half a day late. That half-day felt nerve-wracking—what if Marshall D. Teach launched a sneak attack? No one here could’ve stopped him.”
“Mm, an old man pondered life’s pace a little. After all, I’m getting on in years.”
Lucius Kro smiled warmly as he settled into the seat Kuro had vacated.
“Gramps, I’ve got a premium one here. Try it.”
Kuro pulled out a gold-foil cigar box from his coat and withdrew a gold-and-white-striped cigar, offering it to his grandfather.
“Old man quit this habit long ago. Smoking’s bad for you.”
Lucius Kro glanced at the cigar but still accepted it. “Still, if it’s from you, old man will take it.”
“You won’t regret it.”
Kuro grinned, flicked his lighter’s wheel, and produced a flame to light Lucius Kro’s cigar. As the smoke ignited, Lucius took a puff and exhaled a plume resembling a rushing air current, then exclaimed,
“Wow—this is intense! Such a bold flavor. New blend?”
“A pirate’s new brand. Tastes decent, right? Gramps, I’m pulling out my last stock to treat you.” Kuro chuckled, retrieving another special-edition cigar box and lighting a stick himself.
The stock was genuinely scarce—only five left in this box after giving one away. He’d been rationing them tightly.
He’d confirmed the supplier, Sam William, had no cigar-related industry ties. CP hadn’t found anything, the Navy hadn’t traced it either. Judging from the patterns and potency when smoked, it was likely a product of the man’s own ability—leaving no recourse.
A Navy Vice Admiral shouldn’t be doing business with pirates!
Mainly, buying from someone he envied felt awkward. Until that guy endured enough hardship in the Grand Line, Kuro wouldn’t feel at peace.
“Regarding handling Pizarro—have we strategized?” Kuro asked.
Lucius Kro grinned at him. “Don’t you have a plan yourself?”
“What plan could I have? Headquarters makes the decision anyway. Since Pizarro’s in our grasp, there’s no way we’ll release him, but what’s the specific approach?” Kuro pressed.
Lucius Kro stroked his chin. “Headquarters has a directive, naturally. An old man like me is here, so the higher-ups prefer eliminating Blackbeard on-site if possible. If no one comes, we’ll toss Pizarro into Impel Down.”
“Impel Down is just prolonging his life.” Kuro mused, “If no one shows up, execute him at Headquarters.”
“If that’s your request,” Lucius Kro nodded, smiling. “No problem.”
Kuro gazed out the window toward the Port Plaza. “Then it’s settled.”
Days later, a towering warship gleaming with golden light arrived.
Golden Lion!
This vessel carried a full complement of three thousand crewmen. Lida, Klah, Kas, Wilbur, and Ai En—Kuro’s trusted subordinates—arrived with their ships and followers.
The half-fishmen stared at the extravagant golden warship, mouths agape.
“Truly massive…” Taylor murmured.
“Dreaming’s healthy,” Bessemer quipped.
As a veteran of underhanded dealings, Bessemer knew the hull was pure gold. The metal plating etched with golden carvings had astonishing durability.
Such craftsmanship and core technology was beyond their reach, no matter how much money they had—which they lacked anyway.
“These are famous officers!” Joe Rudolph eyed the figures disembarking. “‘Bluebird’ Ai En, ‘Big Gun’ Wilbur, ‘Colossal Shield’ Kas, ‘Black Wolf’ Klah, and ‘White Whale’ Lida—all renowned in the New World!”
“I’m White Butterfly!”
Lida abruptly turned, glared fiercely at Joe Rudolph, huffed, and marched forward.
The next day, G-314 Branch received its final reinforcements—ten warships led by the ‘Vegapunk’ Yi Xiao, completely encircling the G-314 base.
“Certainly overwhelming,” Yi Xiao muttered, eyes closed as he used his cane to descend the gangplank, heading toward the bound Pizarro.
“Yet he hasn’t accepted his fate. Still clinging to hope? A persistent pirate, but alas, I’m Navy. Your hope ends here.”
His formidable Observation Haki perfectly sensed Pizarro’s emotions.
“Yi Xiao, brother!”
Kuro appeared at the port, arms spread wide. “I’ve waited half a day for you!”
“Kuro, haste requires time,” Yi Xiao nodded.
“Your arrival seals it. With this lineup, no one dares storm us.” Kuro’s lingering tension eased.
He’d feared Blackbeard might break Pizarro out before reinforcements arrived, forcing him to kill Pizarro prematurely and confront Blackbeard. For days, his Observation Haki remained in External Release, manipulating seawater. At the first sign of Blackbeard’s aura, he’d stir the waters—but detected nothing.
“Hahaha, meow! This is wild—everyone really came!” Pizarro stared at Kuro, Yi Xiao, and the approaching Lucius Kro, his smile strained.
“Proceed with the handover.”
Kuro eyed Pizarro, flicked his arm, and a wispy afterimage slashed through Pizarro’s ankle chains, severing them.
“Walk yourself, or shall I assist?” Kuro taunted.
“No need for your kindness.”
Sensing ‘help’ would bring trouble, Pizarro stood, stretched his legs, and strode toward the massive Golden Lion warship.
Ten capital ships, the Golden Lion, Gramps and Yi Xiao, numerous Vice Admirals, and the full G-3 force.
“Come! Come already, Marshall D. Teach!” Kuro’s eyes gleamed with a sliver of ruthlessness. “If you dare come, I’ll dare strike you down!”
He couldn’t predict Marshall D. Teach’s moves, but Blackbeard wouldn’t gain anything here. Their prisoner wouldn’t be released. If Blackbeard attacked, Kuro would retaliate—simple as that.
Abaro Pizarro—he’s mine. That’s what he declared himself!
(End of Chapter)
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