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I am feeling generous these past few days, so here is another one.
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After being heavily surrounded by hundreds of soldiers and facing the barrel of a gun, Modo felt like he was hallucinating. He was a Navy Admiral; how could he possibly be captured?!
From dinner time, he had worn a smug smile and hadn't cared. Up to now, he was wounded and surrounded, and the sailors under his command had been almost destroyed. It had only been about an hour, but it felt like years had passed.
Feeling the injuries on his body, Modo's expression was complicated. With the Devil Fruit abilities, his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people, but after being hit by an armor-piercing bullet, he was still going to suffer.
"What the hell are you guys...? Who are you?" Modo glanced at the soldier and asked in a cold voice.
Even with Modo's years of experience, he couldn't recognize the origins of these people with their strange weapons and camouflage uniforms. They had suddenly appeared on the island out of nowhere. As he pondered this, Modo sought the truth of the matter. But who would have thought that the Astra Militarum had appeared out of thin air?
Not to mention the combat power of the Astra Militarum, the weapons in their hands were familiar to Modo. However, he did not expect the firearms to be of such a small caliber yet able to fire such powerful projectiles; even the obsidian on his body could be damaged.
Now the weapons of the Astra Militarum had also been upgraded. They increased the machine gun from 4 barrels to 5 barrels, the XM214 Microgun. The ordinary Guardsman's sidearm had also been upgraded from a submachine gun to an assault rifle, the M16. It had a faster firing speed, higher accuracy, and a longer range, yet its main role remained in short-range combat.
However, it was still very effective against the enemy here. Against a Devil Fruit user, they employed artillery, machine guns, and heavy rifles. Although there had been no major changes in these past few years, there had been a lot of refinements.
"Cut the crap! Put your hands up and don't resist," Ewart ordered.
Modo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was furious. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? But in the end, he could only raise his hands and allow them to put seastone handcuffs on him.
These seastone handcuffs were a unique product of this world; they could effectively neutralize a Devil Fruit user's powers. Once handcuffed, even if you were strong, you could not use any abilities.
"This world's navy is set up to deal with lawless Devil Fruit users. They invented many methods to handle them, and these seastone handcuffs are just one of them." After taking Modo to a cell, Ewart said, "We can make full use of these methods."
"Let's conduct the interrogation first. Who will do it?" Fleming smiled and said.
"I'll do it." Allard was the first to step forward.
As the oldest and a veteran general, Allard hadn't been able to take credit for anything in some time. Of course, he knew this was because he was old, and others were afraid he might come to harm.
Fleming and the others didn't object since Allard was very good at this kind of job. It wasn't just Modo; at the same time, other captured sailors were also being interrogated. Modo sat handcuffed in seastone, sullenly in a chair.
Silence...
"Our target is not you," Allard looked at Modo and said. "The reason we are confronting you is that we want to know something."
Modo sneered; he didn't believe Allard's words. They staged such a large-scale battle and had taken out thousands of sailors under his command, but they said their target was not him. Even a fool wouldn't believe it.
"I'm just asking you some basic questions. If you don't answer, the people under your command will surely suffer the consequences," Allard continued. "Your base. How many troops are left?"
Hearing that, Modo's face became slightly strange. Looking at Allard, he said, "You don't even know this?"
"I came to ask you precisely because I don't know."
"You..." Modo frowned slightly, incredulity flashing in his eyes. How could they know nothing about the Navy?
'Is it possible that these people's goal is not mine?' Modo thought to himself. 'The strength of these people devastated me; maybe their target is not me. If I cooperate reasonably, there might be a chance to escape, at least until the Navy comes to the rescue.'
His eyes flickered, and Modo spoke: "There isn't much left; I've brought the main force. Since you do not know, I can provide a little information. Although there are Commanders, they vary in strength. I am famous in this sea area, but I am only a minor Commander in the entire Navy. Under their command, they oversee 10,000 sailors and several battleships. There are more powerful commanders; some command 30,000 to 50,000 sailors and 2 or 3 Commander-Class Battleships. I can't even compare to them. There are many within the Navy, and they are spread throughout the world."
"Close to my side, there is such an existence!" A slight warning was evident in Modo's tone. After glancing at Allard, whose expression changed little, he continued: "And above the Commander-in-Chief, there are even more powerful beings: the Vice Admirals. Within the Navy, we obey the Vice Admirals' orders. The Vice Admirals are each tremendously powerful and command a vast area. The reason our Navy deters the entire world is because of these dozens of Vice Admirals."
"Vice Admirals?" Allard was shocked. Finally, he was hearing what he wanted to hear.
"Then you should know the name of Vice Admiral Leif, right?" Allard asked.
"Vice Admiral Leif?!" Modo was slightly taken aback, then looked at Allard for a few moments before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"Haha, don't tell me that your target is Vice Admiral Leif?" A hint of disdain flashed in Modo's eyes as he said, "Although your weapons are powerful, for Vice Admiral Leif, it would be nothing more than a tickle. Among the many Vice Admirals, he ranks as one of the strongest. Even among the world's most powerful individuals, he stands at the top. No one dares to provoke him."
"Where is Vice Admiral Leif located?" Allard inquired.
"It's not too far from our side; we can arrive in less than half a day by battleship," Modo replied. Then he looked at Allard and added, "But I advise you: it's better not to seek your death."
Modo's true intention was not to advise Allard; rather, he was provoking him. By letting these people seek trouble with Leif, he could find a chance to escape.
It was hard for Allard not to notice Modo's intention, but he disregarded it. He asked a few more questions and gleaned all the important information regarding Vice Admiral Leif.
After completing the questioning, Allard got up and left. He hurriedly entered another spacious room where Fleming, Ewart, Rommel, and the others were gathered.
"Look at the information regarding Vice Admiral Leif." Allard placed the interrogation results on the table.
"Here are also some results from interrogating Modo's men. Everyone should take a good look," Hudnall added, setting down a pile of papers.
The group compared the documents. In the end, they all nodded in agreement.
"None of them are lying," Fleming stated. "Next, it's time to devise a targeted plan against Vice Admiral Leif."
"According to the interrogation results, Vice Admiral Leif is on Leif Island," Hudnall specified. "The island is quite large. It wasn't called this name originally; they changed the name only after Leif took residence."
"According to the specifications of the Navy here, a Grand Commander usually leads about 100,000 sailors. Given that Leif is one of the most powerful Vice Admirals, there must be more than that. We can make a preliminary estimate of 150,000 or more."
"But the number of these sailors isn't the main issue; what's key is that Leif has a group of powerful Devil Fruit users under his command. Some of their special abilities are very troublesome for our weapons to counter."
All of them nodded in agreement. Just like Modo, there were others with special abilities. Then they'd likely require more time and effort to capture.
"And the most troublesome part is Leif himself. Our conventional weapons will likely have little effect on him," Hudnall added.
"Let's take it one step at a time," Fleming suggested. "We'll follow the two tips provided by Her Royal Highness and move forward with the next plan. This means heading to Jail Island and finding the two Devil Fruit users on the list: Jonathan and Susanna."
These were the two names supplied by the system. To succeed in this mission, the help of these two individuals was essential.
"Jail Island?" Allard's face darkened slightly as he replied, "According to Modo's interrogation, he isn't very familiar with this place but knows it's a dreadful area. As the name implies, it's an island dedicated to prisoners. All the inmates held inside are Devil Fruit users. The guard workforce must be very strong, so a frontal attack isn't the best policy."
"Let's see how the situation develops. If it doesn't work, we can resort to the second strategy," Fleming stated. "First, let's decide on our initial step. Everyone, go have a meal and take a break. We'll move out after two hours."
People are iron, and their food is steel. Every member of the Astra Militarum was an ordinary person, so they needed to eat and rest normally. However, during these two short hours, others couldn't rest; they were busy preparing heavy weapons on the Commander-Class Battleship.
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Two hours later...
Hudnall and Ewart, who were skilled in naval warfare, led the team, while Rommel himself was in charge. Since the Commander-Class Battleship could only carry a maximum of 3,000 people at a time, the rest of the Astra Militarum took additional ships and followed far behind.
As for Fleming and Elizabeth, they stayed behind just in case. According to the Astra Militarum's predictions, if everything went well, it wouldn't take too much time.
For the trip to Jail Island, there were 20,000 soldiers and a dozen battleships. The number was not small, but now the quantity wasn't considered critical; the heavy weaponry aboard the ships was the real factor.
"Are these people going to Jail Island?" Modo, observing the direction of the battleship's sail, quickly guessed their destination. He could not help but feel surprised.
"Although Jail Island is not as dangerous as Leif Island, it's not much better. Are these guys getting impatient?" Modo was shocked yet excited as he thought, "But this is good. When these guys are dead, I can escape."
The Commander-Class Battleship proceeded ahead with dozens of other battleships following closely.
After about three hours, a not-so-large but very peculiar-looking island appeared in front of them. The entire shape of this island resembled a skeleton.
"The island has appeared," the group's spirits lifted.
From the interrogation results, they recognized that the skull was a famous symbol of Jail Island. Consequently, outsiders also referred to it as the "Island of Death." It was said that all prisoners who entered were never seen again!
As they approached the island, they did not conceal their presence; instead, they made a grand entrance that immediately garnered the island's attention. Several battleships emerged from the mouth of the bay.
One battleship approached the foremost Commander-Class Battleship; on the deck stood a man who appeared to be a Lieutenant Commander. Glancing in their direction, he inquired, "Which Navy group is it?"
Boom-!
A cannonball flew out, landing on the battleship and exploding, creating a massive hole.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack..." The Lieutenant Commander was shocked but quickly regained composure and shouted.
Several battleships behind him responded, and alarms were sounded. The island, located at the mouth of the bay, opened wide as a battleship advanced. The forefront consisted of two Commander-Class Battleships.
Instead of retreating after being attacked, their first reaction was to counterattack. This showed their strength and confidence!
"Hahahaha! These guys are insane! They dare to attack the Jail Island fleet at sea?" Seeing this, Modo laughed out loud in excitement.
"The Jail Island has five Commander-Class Battleships and hundreds of other vessels. Are these guys out of their minds?" Modo was shocked and overjoyed.