He's in One Piece, but he's also part of the Phantom Troupe.

Chapter 157 Operation Begins

Chapter 157 Operation Begins

Kuroro's gaze shifted to the four women on the sofa.

"Machi, Robin, Nami, Shizuku."

Machi is calm, Robin is intellectual, Nami is pretty and lively, and Shizuku is innocent; the four are all different kinds of beauty.

"Saint Roswald was a womanizer and a collector."

You blend into the crowd of onlookers outside the auction venue or into nearby upscale shops.

There's no need to deliberately get close; just make sure you're in his sight when he passes by, thus attracting his attention.

Given his personality, he would likely take the initiative to order his guards to "invite" you over.

Once he gives the order or his guards approach—

Machi continued, her voice icy: "We were 'obediently' led away into his protective circle."

Robin smiled: "Close enough distance."

Although Nami was a little nervous, her eyes were firm: "Then control him as quickly as possible, or create a momentary opening."

Little Drop pushed up her glasses: "The bulging-eyed fish can suck away his hood and any other protective gear."

"Good," Kuroro approvingly stated. "The specific timing will be determined by Machi. After succeeding, there's no need to linger. Immediately retreat towards Plaza 3 with your target. Uvogin and Nobunaga will meet you. Bonney..."

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He looked at the girl who was digesting her food, "You're responsible for meeting Machi and the others near Plaza 3, and using your Age-Age Fruit ability to temporarily treat Roswald Saint for easier carrying and control."

Kuroro took out a strange creature from his pocket, about the size of a palm, shaped like a fusion of a golden beetle and a Den Den Mushi. This was the World Broadcasting Mushi, capable of forcibly accessing the World Government's dedicated video Den Den Mushi network to conduct short-duration, wide-area one-way visual live broadcasts.

"Once the target was under control and the interception team successfully held off the first wave of rescuers,"

Kuroro's eyes were sharp as knives. "I will appear in the most conspicuous position."

Through this, the scene of Roswald Saint's execution was simultaneously broadcast to various screens in the Sabaody Archipelago, and even—

Spread it as widely as possible.

"After the executions are completed, everyone cease fighting and immediately proceed to the designated evacuation point—the edge of Area 50—and enter the air portal I created to evacuate."

We will remain hidden for the next few days until the coating on the Black Whale is completed.

The Navy's main attention will be drawn to areas 1-29 and the pursuit, buying us time.

"Kuroro surveyed the room, his voice deep and powerful: "The question?"

A brief silence followed. The plan was audacious to the point of being insane, yet the details took into account a wide range of factors.

"No!" Uvogin growled.

"That's interesting," Feitan said hoarsely.

Machi and the others nodded solemnly.

Paknoda asked, "What if the CPO has an unexpectedly strong opponent close in?"

"Then the interception team and the waiting Uvogin and Nobunaga will handle it first."

"Our core objective is the goal, not the complete annihilation of the enemy," Kuroro replied. "Remember, this is an assassination, a performance, and a declaration. Efficiency comes first."

The knight-errant fiddled with the antenna: "Give me the live broadcast signal; I can make it clearer and longer-lasting, and incidentally, cause some disruption to naval communications."

All details were confirmed repeatedly, and the evacuation route and backup plans were clearly defined.

Kuroro looked one last time at the marker on the map that represented Roswald St.'s landing point, as if he could already see the scene at noon the day after tomorrow, where sunlight pierced through the bubbles, illuminating the blood and fear with unparalleled clarity.

He slowly straightened up, the cold light in the room casting deep shadows on his sharply defined face.

Those dark eyes no longer held their usual depth or contemplation; only the pure and cold decisiveness of a hunter locking onto his prey remained.

"Then————"

His voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the silence like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Operation begins."

Two days later, at noon.

The spring sunshine in the Sabaody Archipelago shines through countless floating bubbles that refract seven colors, creating an almost ethereal brightness across the islands.

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However, the atmosphere is quite different in the luxurious port reserved for Zone 1.

The port has been completely cleared, and ordinary ships have long been driven away.

On the sea, three enormous naval warships, adorned with the World Government insignia and the Celestial Dragons' exclusive "Sky Dragon's Hoof" emblem, stood in a triangular formation, guarding the area.

At the end of the harbor pier extending into the sea, a uniquely shaped, pure white, streamlined "sea train" is quietly moored, its engine spewing white steam—this is a special train connecting the sacred land of Mary Geoise on the Red Earth to the Sabaody Archipelago, reserved for the use of the world's nobility and their VIPs.

At the dock, naval soldiers in crisp uniforms stood in rows, their expressions stiff.

Several CP0 agents, draped in white cloaks and masked, were scattered like ghosts at key locations.

More numerous were Roswald Saint's own private guards, dressed in magnificent black armor inlaid with gold, wielding halberds, their eyes haughty, completely surrounding the dock.

The naval officers and officers stationed on the island, government officials, and some wealthy merchants and nobles who were "lucky" enough to be allowed to come and pay their respects all bowed their heads and dared not utter a sound.

"Waaah!"

With a long whistle, the magnificent doors of the sea train slowly slid open.

The first to step forward were four burly men dressed as slaves, who crawled on the ground, using their backs to form steps.

Then, several scantily clad, beautiful but vacant-eyed female slaves, carrying incense burners, canopies, and other items, filed out with their heads bowed.

Then, the main character appeared.

Rozwad Saint, a middle-aged man with an obese, pale, and puffy face.

He wore his signature bubble hood, a white robe embroidered with gold thread and gemstones, and his fingers were adorned with numerous large rings of various colors.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth habitually turned down, revealing an expression of disgust and disdain for everything in the world.

He stepped on the slave's back, seemingly dissatisfied with its stability, and frowned. A steward-like man beside him immediately shouted a stern rebuke, causing the slave to tremble and bury his head even lower.

Roswald then slowly walked down the "human staircase" and stepped onto the land of Chambord.

He looked around, seemingly oblivious to the orderly ranks and respectful crowd, as if they were just a bunch of uninteresting decorations.

"This is Chambord? The air reeks of the stench of the lower classes."

He pulled out a jeweled handkerchief, covered his mouth and nose with it in disgust, and his voice sounded muffled and high-pitched through the hood.

"Holy Lord Roswald, welcome to the Sabaody Archipelago! Everything is ready for you—"

A naval captain rushed forward, sweat beading on his forehead, to report.

"Shut up."

Roswald interrupted impatiently, his gaze sweeping over the scene casually.

Suddenly, he saw a commoner girl, about ten years old, at the edge of the line, carrying a basket of flowers.

An interested look appeared on his face.

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