LRAB Chapter 507: Reunion Under the Stars and the Madman's Declaration!
Chapter 507: Reunion Under the Stars and the Madman's Declaration!
Roger, rest in peace. Chen Ye stands at the forefront of the platform. He looked down at the paper report in his hand. He didn't speak.
He folded the medical report, filled with signs of death, over and over again. Finally, it crumbled into powder in his hands!
Chen Ye narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the spot where Roger had disappeared.
Chen Ye didn't turn his head.
He then spoke.
"Vegapunk informs everyone who just left."
"Return to the central conference room within half an hour."
"It's important."
Vegapunk stood a few steps away, looking at Chen Ye's profile.
He recognized that expression.
He then abandoned his nonchalant attitude and turned to rush towards the side control panel.
Ten fingers tap the virtual keyboard, leaving afterimages.
"The highest-level conference system has been activated."
Vegapunk issued the commands.
Press the confirmation button with one palm.
The red permission icon at the top of the console will turn gold.
Startup complete.
The core conference system is activated.
Whitebeard walked into the elevator shaft.
Marco stood beside him, holding half a bottle of wine. Jozbista walked behind, silent.
The sliding door in front is halfway open.
The mechanical guard shifted sideways. Its red eyes locked onto the white-bearded man. It raised its hand in a salute.
"Highest notice."
"Mr. Chenye has instructed all senior executives to return to the central conference room immediately."
Marco frowned.
"At this time?"
Joz's shoulders were tense.
Whitebeard didn't ask.
Stop. Remain silent for two seconds.
"go back."
Marco and the others exchanged glances. No questions were asked. They followed.
Shanks rested his hand on the corridor railing.
Beckman stands beside him, an unlit cigar dangling from his lips. Yasopp sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. Lachiru carries a late-night snack, stopping halfway through eating.
The mechanical guard arrived. Repeat the command.
Yasopp's eyes changed.
"Again?"
Lachiru chews slowly.
"My meat is still warm."
Beckman didn't say anything. He took off his cigar.
Something big seems to have happened!
Shanks leans on the railing, looking up at the night sky beyond the dome. He laughs.
"Let's go."
"Now I'm curious."
Beckman put his cigar back in his mouth. He grunted and started walking. Jesus Brachiru, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor, quickly followed.
The dragon stopped before the intersection.
Zephyr stands to the left. Aokiji stands with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. His eyelids are half-closed, and there is weariness in his eyes.
The mechanical guards arrived. The dragon listened intently. His gaze darkened.
"Central Conference Room"
"We'll be there within half an hour."
The guards retreated.
The dragon didn't move.
Zefa turned his head and asked coldly.
"What is it?"
The dragon did not answer.
Lift your foot forward.
"You'll understand when you get there."
Zefa snorted. "Follow me."
Aokiji leaves the wall. He moves his shoulder. His voice is slow.
"They really know how to pick their timing."
"I thought it would be quieter tonight."
The three of them entered the passage at the end of the lighted path. They disappeared.
The central conference room is large.
Chen Ye sat in the main seat.
Leaning back in his chair, he awaited the arrival of everyone.
Whitebeard led the group to arrive first.
The door opened. He walked straight to his personal giant chair and sat down.
Click.
Marco and José Bista stood on either side behind him. Marco crossed his arms and glanced at Chen Ye, his expression grave.
Shanks and his group entered.
Shanks looked languid. He pulled out a chair. He sat down. Leaned back. He squinted.
Beckman lit a cigar. The embers flickered. The smoke dissipated in the cold air. Jesus Brachiro found his place and stood still.
The dragon arrived last.
Dragon led Zefa Qingzhi in. His steps were steady. He reached the table but didn't sit. He clasped his hands together, braced himself on the tabletop, leaned forward, and stared straight ahead.
Everyone is here.
The meeting room was quieter.
No one spoke.
The white-bearded man's gaze pressed down on Chen Ye's face. Shanks narrowed his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips. The dragon maintained his pose.
A few seconds later.
Vegapunk couldn't stand the coffin-like silence.
"Why are you all making that face!"
The old man tore through the deathly silence. He darted out and jumped onto the elevator platform.
"Calling you back isn't like holding a funeral for thin air!"
Grasp the silver control lever with both hands. Pull it down sharply.
The main wall lights up.
Half a wall was swallowed by blue and white light. A massive stream of data washed over it. It was reassembled, piecing together a gigantic holographic military industrial map. Ship skeleton, artillery array, power module, armor layer, communication node. The structure then rotated, disassembled, and reconstructed in mid-air.
Vegapunk stands before the projection. A sea of light rises.
Raise your chin. Open your mouth.
"Starting tonight."
"The Revolutionary Army, the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Red-Haired Pirates have all entered the armament upgrade phase."
"It's not a repair."
"No change of cannon."
"No sheet metal attached."
"Complete upgrade."
"The entire fleet's firepower, armor, power, communications, medical, and logistics have been reworked."
Raise your hand and draw.
The projection is divided into three zones.
Fleet naval firepower.
Highly mobile individual long-range firepower.
Covert transportation via communication networks.
"You want to attack the World Government?"
"Don't throw scrap metal at it."
"Let me put it this way."
Vegapunk slammed his fist on his chest. A sharp crack.
"Weapons I personally crafted."
"Leaving behind the world's government navies by at least fifty years!"
Beckman exhaled a smoke ring. The smoke swirled around his glasses. It diffused into the cold light. He stared at the graph. He frowned. He spoke in a low voice.
"Fifty years?"
"You're too arrogant."
Marco crossed his arms. His eyes held a hint of suspicion.
"To be honest."
"Listen to your dreams."
Joz remained silent. His gaze swept across the projection onto Vegapunk, trying to determine whether the old man was insane or up to something big.
The dragon looked at Vegapunk. His voice was as cold as a knife.
Vegapunk, although we acknowledge that your IQ is among the highest in the world!
but!
"I need something that works."
"No fancy data charts or graphs."
Aokiji raised his eyes. His gaze fell on Vegapunk's face. Zephyr squinted, waiting for an answer. Parameters are useless on the battlefield.
Shanks leaned back in his chair and listened.
I burst out laughing.
"Feed Bega Punk."
The redhead tapped the table with his hand. (Teasingly.)
"Does a fifty-year lead in combat power include the destructive power of the furnace?"
"Is that really how it works?"
"Future Island wins a war every day."
Yasopp almost laughed. Beckman's lips twitched.
Vegapunk's forehead veins throbbed.
He didn't reply. The white-bearded man snorted coldly.
The white-bearded man sat in a huge chair. He didn't lift his eyelids. His voice was heavy.
Stop trying to fool us with empty promises.
"My son is not a guinea pig."
The doubts have been thoroughly exposed.
Vegapunk completely exploded.
"fool?"
"You actually said I was lying?"
He pointed to a circle of people. His beard twitched.
"You, you, you, and you!"
"Standing at the top for too long has turned your brain into wood, hasn't it!"
"All he knows is how to swing a knife!"
"All they do is fire cannons!"
"They only know how to use their fists!"
"You bunch of brutes don't understand the power of technology!"
What is meant by "technological gap"?
What is meant by "system upgrade"?
"You still see war as the same old ship-to-ship, cannon-to-cannon battle!"
Why has the World Government suppressed this sea for so many years?
"It's not just about people!"
"Relying on industrial, communications, weaponry, intelligence, and standardized warfare capabilities!"
Vegapunk speaks quickly. His eyes are bright as lamps.
"Future Island has mastered higher, faster, and more ruthless techniques!"
"Judging by outdated standards, of course they'll say I'm bragging!"
"It's not that I'm arrogant."
"It's because your imagination is lacking!"
No one interrupted.
The situation was tense.
Vegapunk's statement was firm and complete. His conviction didn't seem feigned. The holographic military-industrial complex behind it was certainly not a toy.
Marco crossed his arms. His gaze was serious.
The Beckman cigar was partially burned.
Long cigarette ash.
No shots were played.
Long's gaze shifted to the weapon model. His eyes were deep. He was the most difficult to persuade. Precisely because of this, he understood the immense weight of technological advancement.
It makes people feel uncertain.
It's not Vegapunk.
It is Chenye.
Chen Ye didn't speak.
He sat in the main seat, chin resting on one hand, his expression indifferent. Everything was already expected. Whether the old man roared or boasted, Chen Ye neither stopped him nor smoothed things over.
The default calm is extremely oppressive.
If Begapunke is just spouting nonsense.
Chen Ye will not let things get out of control.
Chen Ye is his.
This means the old man really did have something.
The atmosphere became subtle.
Questions continue.
No longer simply disbelieve.
Be on guard. Forcefully pique interest.
Vegapunk noticed.
He swept his gaze across everyone's faces. Seeing the monsters' skepticism, he grew even more annoyed. He snorted, turned around, and slammed his hand on the control panel.
"Not buying it?"
"You don't believe me?"
My hand moved towards the red button on the side. The button was larger, encased in a transparent protective case, and glowed with a dangerous red light. It held something that required extremely high privileges to access.
Vegapunk's face darkened. He lifted the protective shell.
"OK."
"Only believe what you see."
"Have someone knowledgeable come out to handle things tonight."
Don't believe me?
"Don't just talk nonsense across the table."
"We've laid bare our entire military industrial assets, not a single piece hidden!"
Gritting his teeth.
Press the red button.
Snapped.
The meeting room lights were dim.
Mechanical unlocking of the rear wall.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
Five consecutive sounds.
The five giant iron bolts were pulled out.
Everyone turned their heads.
Five alloy door outlines emerge from the seamless, silver-white wall behind. A faint green indicator light glows along the edge of the door frames. The entire area is illuminated. The area comes alive.
Five dark figures emerged from the depths of the white mist.