Sakarski chuckled, "Not to mention Kong, I don't plan to spare those few in the headquarters either."
"Plans are the most uncontrollable things," he continued. "We don't even know the government's trump cards yet. We can only make foolproof plans."
Vegapunk smiled, "So decisive. What about compensating for the loss of combat power? If you kill them all, there will be quite a few vacancies."
Sakarski shook his head, "It doesn't matter. As long as we have Barrett. When the time is right, give him the Doubling-Doubling Fruit. With his Haki and physique, his abilities will be amplified a hundredfold. Forget about Garp, even I would have trouble defeating him. He will be the mountain that suppresses the world, insurmountable by anyone. The rest will depend on you. Technology is the primary productive force. Arm the Navy at the fastest speed, crush the entire world, and completely shatter this garbage system that has persisted for thousands of years."
Alas, this is not a world controlled by ordinary people. This is a world with extraordinary powers. The history of the Pirate King world, tracing back, the destroyed Tree of Knowledge has an age of over five thousand years. Alabasta alone has a history of four thousand years. Yet, it still exists. A monarchy has existed for over four thousand years without collapsing. Technology has not developed, the system has not changed; it is the same as it was four thousand years ago. Unscientific elements have hindered historical evolution and progress. The apex of the world is occupied by powerful individuals capable of destroying islands and splitting mountains and seas, severely restricting development. In such a context, achieving equality for all is as laughable as a joke. Those who have eaten Devil Fruits or possess powerful physiques are like overlords to ordinary people, and not in a subtle way. Pirates and Devil Fruits must be eliminated and controlled. As for the so-called gods, royalty, nobles, systems, and so on, once that small handful of people are dealt with, everything else will not be a problem. The entire world will be cleansed under the crushing power of the future Navy's mighty cannons...
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The next day.
As soon as he got up, Law eagerly went to find Rosinante. He wanted to research further at the Third Institute.
Rosinante struggled to get out of bed, with dark circles under his eyes, filled with regret. Yesterday, he had stayed up with Law and the researchers until late into the night. He hadn't even slept five hours before dawn broke. How was this little brat so full of energy?! Rosinante grumbled inwardly. He said listlessly, "Law, it's too early. The researchers probably aren't awake yet."
Law confidently replied, "They are already working! I asked yesterday, and there's nothing else to do on the island, so they usually only sleep for four hours."
Rosinante slapped his face, utterly dejected. "Alright... I'll wash my face." He turned towards the bathroom.
Law nodded excitedly at the doorway, "Yes, yes! Hurry, hurry!"
Rosinante turned back and shouted with a grimace, "Annoying! Brat!!!"
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Approaching noon.
With nothing to do, Enel lazily appeared at the Third Research Institute. Seeing Rosinante with his dark circles, he said, "Morning."
"Yo, is that new makeup?"
"This isn't a mission where you're undercover, no need to disguise yourself. Hahahaha."
Rosinante was somewhat distraught, "I'm tired!!! You just woke up, didn't you?! Damn it!!!"
Enel stretched lazily, "Haa~ Of course not. I just gave your brother an electrotherapy session. He's in a stasis pod now."
Rosinante sighed slightly.
Enel rolled his eyes, "No need to pity him, he's got plenty of confidence. He probably knows some secret. The government wouldn't dare touch him now, so he'll likely just be locked up until he dies. If I don't collect some interest now, I won't have another chance. Who wants to live in prison every day? Take care of yourself."
"Where is that brat?"
Rosinante looked towards a nearby laboratory. Through the glass, they could see a small child, not even reaching their legs, busily moving around and asking questions. "He's there."
"Who knows where he gets his boundless energy from. I was dragged here at dawn."
Enel looked and smiled, "Just like I was back then. He has potential."
Rosinante smacked his lips, "Then why not send him to Punk Hazard to learn? After a few years, he'll be a world-class doctor."
Enel put his hand to his forehead, looking helpless, "You... you don't think before you speak, do you? Sending him to Punk Hazard, are you hoping he dies early? This isn't the Marine Headquarters. Besides the researchers, there are only Marine soldiers. And there are a lot of CP agents, too. Most of the Marine soldiers are trained by the government. That Devil Fruit you snatched from the government. Who knows, maybe the brat will disappear mysteriously right after you leave. It's better to keep him at Marine Headquarters for a few years. Let him grow up before letting him out. At least no one dares to openly snatch someone at Marine Headquarters. The last guy who caused a ruckus at Marine Headquarters was that Golden Lion. His head was twisted off by Sakarski."
Rosinante chuckled sheepishly, "Is that so..."
Enel sighed, "Honestly... you were quite foolish as a child. But it was still somewhat acceptable. Now that you've grown up, I've realized... you're not foolish, you're completely brainless... The level of absent-mindedness and idiocy is getting worse and worse. I think it's necessary for Professor Vegapunk to give you a mechanical brain. At least then we wouldn't have to worry about mistakes." He then looked at Rosinante with a sinister grin.
Rosinante, startled, shook his head frantically in refusal.
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A few days later...
On a warship departing from Punk Hazard.
Looking at the transfer order in his hand, Sakarski set sail back to headquarters. With the World Conference imminent, headquarters had issued a summons, recalling all generals who were currently not on missions or whose missions were not critical. They were to begin escorting the ships of the kings of various nations. After all, every World Conference had some crazy pirates ambushing the routes to Mary Geoise, seeking higher bounties to satisfy their vanity...
As Punk Hazard gradually disappeared from view, Sakarski returned to his cabin. He took out the audio storage device resembling a screw and sighed, "15 years..."
He shook his head and called out, "Carrol!"