The storm of the ocean is brewing, and behind all of this, the remnants of the World Government are doing everything they can to reverse the situation and regain their former dominance.
In a secret underground base, dozens of high-ranking World Government officials in black robes gathered, the air filled with anxiety. Burning candles cast flickering shadows, as if this darkness was devouring the last of the light.
Sitting at the head was Ulysses Kalman, one of the supreme commanders of the World Government, a stern-faced old man with sharp eyes.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his voice low and firm:
"Our time is running out.
The New Navy's momentum is too strong, and the Navy has completely sided with them.
If we don't take action, the World Government will disappear from history completely."
"To win this war, we must spare no effort - funds, technology, troops, all resources must be mobilized!"
This sentence made everyone at the conference table tremble slightly.
The World Government had ruled for hundreds of years, possessing countless wealth, technology, and military might, but they never thought they would be forced into such a situation, forced to bet all their cards just to reverse the losing trend in this war.
"Your Excellency," a black-clothed agent said in a low voice,
"We have already begun full mobilization, allocating all available resources to support the pirate alliance.
Arms factories are working overtime to produce weapons, and the 'Celestial Dragon exclusive battleships' that were retained in the past have also begun to be refitted, ready to be sent to the front lines.
As for funds… we have already used the 'Celestial Dragon Reserve Fund'. Large quantities of gold and jewelry are flowing to the pirate alliance through the black market."
Ulysses nodded, a chilling murderous intent in his eyes:
"Very good, continue to execute. But money and weapons alone are not enough, we need more allies."
At the same time, all intelligence agents from CP0, CP1 to CP9 are traveling around the world, their only mission being to find everyone who might oppose the New Navy and unite them!
In a deserted town in the South Sea, several CP agents wearing white masks moved through the dilapidated alleys.
They were familiar with the route and came to a dilapidated tavern. When the tavern owner saw them, his face changed, and he was about to say something, but was shocked by the golden badge that one of the agents took out.
"We want to see 'Vulture' Barnett," the agent said in a low voice.
The tavern owner swallowed and nodded, signaling them to follow him into the basement.
"Vulture" Barnett was once the number one wanted criminal by the World Government, hunted down for slaughtering countless Celestial Dragons, and now hides in the dark world.
When the CP agents opened the door to the basement, they saw Barnett - a man sitting on a wine barrel, a cigar in his mouth.
His one eye flashed with a dangerous light in the dim candlelight. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up slightly, a mocking smile on his lips:
"Heh, that's rare. People from the World Government actually took the initiative to come to my door.
Speak, what do you want?"
The leading CP0 agent said slowly:
"We don't want anything, we want to give you an opportunity."
Barnett raised an eyebrow, spitting out a puff of smoke with interest:
"Oh? What opportunity?"
CP0's voice was devoid of emotion:
"Join us, join the pirate alliance.
As long as you are willing to stand on our side, all past crimes can be forgiven.
Even… if the war is won, you can get your own territory and become one of the rulers of the New World."
Barnett was silent for a moment, then burst into wild laughter:
"Hahaha, that's interesting!
The people of your World Government would also ask for help from a 'terrorist' like me?
It seems you are really anxious."
"We are not anxious," CP0 said calmly,
"We are just ensuring victory."
Barnett's laughter gradually stopped, and the light in his eyes began to become dangerous.
He slowly put down the cigar in his hand, stood up, walked to the CP agents, stared at their masks, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"The deal sounds good.
But if you dare to deceive me, even if the war is reversed, I will tear you apart with my own hands."
"Then it's a pleasure to cooperate," the CP agent nodded and slowly extended his hand.
Scenes like this are playing out all over the world—
West Sea: A former pirate warlord who was suppressed by the New Navy was secretly rescued by CP agents, promising that as long as they assisted them, they could rebuild their forces.
North Sea: The remaining troops of the World Government secretly contacted several large mercenary organizations, willing to spend a lot of money to hire these mercenaries to harass the rear of the New Navy and create chaos.
East Sea: A local official of the New Navy was secretly turned against, and at a critical moment, he will provide the World Government with important military intelligence.
All of this is quietly underway.
Darkness is about to descend, the true rise of the pirate alliance.
With the influx of a large number of weapons, warships, and funds, the combat power of the pirate alliance is growing wildly.
They, who once showed a complete decline, are now beginning to regroup, ready to counterattack.
The support of the World Government makes them more dangerous than ever.
On that storm-surrounded island, Perospero licked his lips, looked at the boxes of weapons being sent to the dock, and couldn't help but laugh:
"Heh, it seems we are going to turn the tables against the wind."
Gran Eggwhite held a battle axe, his eyes staring at the distance with fiery heat:
"This war has only just begun…"
And in the shadows, Krivian narrowed his eyes and murmured softly:
"New Navy… do you really think victory is already in hand?"
Under the dark night, the sea seemed to be painted with a layer of deep ink, and on this dark sea, a huge fleet composed of hundreds of pirate ships was moving forward, breaking through the waves.
The sea breeze howled, and the flags fluttered, black skull flags covering the starlight, as if the whole world was swallowed by the violent aura of this group of desperadoes.
On the pirate ship, the light of the torches flickered, reflecting the arrogant and ferocious faces like evil ghosts.
Their eyes were full of bloodthirsty excitement, and they laughed loudly, the air filled with alcohol, blood, and the restlessness of the upcoming war.
"Hahaha! Finally, we can have a good time!"
On the deck of the flagship "Sea-Swallowing Mad Shark", Gran Eggwhite, the leader of the Eggwhite Pirates, stood at the bow, holding his huge battle axe in his hand, looking at the sea ahead with fiery eyes.
His chest heaved, the breath exhaled from his nostrils was as hot as a beast, his fingers rubbed on the axe handle, so excited that he couldn't wait to stain this weapon with the blood of the enemy.
"Those New Navy guys think they can easily eliminate us?
Hahaha, I will show them who is the real master of this sea!"
Gran roared, grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, his voice echoed like thunder throughout the sea.
On the deck, countless pirates heard these words and burst into thunderous cheers.
Some raised their wine barrels and drank wildly, the wine flowing down their beards; some pushed each other on the deck, excitedly showing off their weapons, already impatient to cut open the enemy.
"Kill! What are the New Navy and the Navy?!"
"We are pirates! This sea belongs to us!"
"Take back our freedom and throw all those damn righteous guys into the sea to feed the sharks!"
