in a white coat, wearing a mask and covered in blood, walked out carrying an infant girl. He bowed respectfully to Vince Moke Gatchi.Vince Mock Gatch was taken aback.He stared blankly at the infant i...North Sea, Peel Island.

Late at night.

Blood and flames painted the sky red.

Boom boom boom boom!!

Boom!

The sound of gunfire erupted violently on the streets as hundreds of Marines launched a fierce assault on a Mafia family stronghold.

Thick smoke billowed, the heavy fortifications bristling with a menacing presence, were pounded by relentless artillery fire, each blast tearing gaping wounds into their formidable facade. Shards of rock and debris flew everywhere in a chaotic dance.

"Damn the Navy!! Where did they get these weapons!"

A mafia enforcer in a black suit crawled out from under the collapsed wall, his face covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot red as he roared in fury.

As one of the most powerful Mafia families on Philbert Island, the Snookes family controls over half of the island's underground industries within hundreds of miles. Their business operations encompass illegal activities such as brewing, smuggling, gambling, and vice.

They held sway over this area, amassing wealth and power. Hundreds of men served under them, and they were equipped with firearms and explosives. Even some medium-sized pirate crews dared not provoke the Snoke Family.

But everything fell apart in an instant.

A life of splendor, beauty, and blissful oblivion was shattered and faded away with the deafening roar of the explosion.

A blast of noise jolted York Snork from his confused sleep, countless attacks whooshing past his ears, so many he couldn't even tell what was making the sound.

The family headquarters, the armory, the courtyard, the meeting room, the trade guild, the land, the buildings, the air... everything was trembling.

Under incessant bombardment, the mercenaries of the Snowke family were caught completely off guard and buried under a barrage of intense firepower.

York Snook only felt a ringing in his ears, and then numbness.

He stared blankly at the well-trained North Sea Navy, each soldier armed with various weapons, methodically surrounding their family stronghold, crushing everything in their path. His heart pounded with fear.

High-temperature flamethrower,

A portable machine gun.

Even York Snook saw a line of sailors each carrying a rocket-propelled grenade on their shoulders!

Never-before-seen cutting-edge weapons!!

A portable, small missile suddenly exploded above their heads. The dome-shaped structure of the church was instantly blown to pieces, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

In the deafening roar, massive stones shattered and crashed to the ground.

A huge shadow suddenly enveloped York Snork from above.

A glimmer of despair hung in his eyes.

Before he was swept away by the landslide, he saw a sailor with a pair of wooden clogs, looking shifty and disreputable, walk out from the crowd with his hands in his pockets, then...

To tear down a residential building, forcefully!

Boom!!

The civilian dwellings were hurled high into the air and crashed back down to earth with a thunderous roar, utterly destroying the Snook family's base of operations, leaving it in ruins.

In the midst of billowing black smoke, Jia Ji was staring blankly at his own hands.

When... did I become so strong

He just wanted to give it a try at first, but he didn't expect that he could actually throw an entire residential building away with his bare hands!

"Colonel Jia is too strong!!"

"Gerald's technological weapons are still far inferior to Major Gajeel's power!!"

"That's amazing!! They truly are the elite of the main branch!!"

The surrounding Beihai naval forces stared at Jiaji with shock, and erupted in fervent cheers.

Hearing the cheers of the sailors around him, Ga Ji-don's heart surged with emotion. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, crossing his arms triumphantly:

Of course!! I'm a genius!!

He gave a disdainful glance at the submachine gun clutched in the sailor's hand and scoffed:

"Guns... really a primitive and crude way to fight."

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At the same time.

Another island in the Beihai.

A similar scene is unfolding.

A secret hideout of a Mafia family was swiftly raided by a naval unit.

"Navy!! Damned Navy!! You're leaving us no way out!!"

A mafia boss with an eight-shaped mustache roared angrily.

As they spoke, he brandished a giant shield forged from polished steel in both hands. He charged into the oncoming naval forces like a raging bull, his immense strength sending them sprawling.

"Hahaha!! Have you seen the power I possess"

The mob boss laughed heartily.

The next second, his laughter abruptly ceased.

Clank!

He heard a clear and ringing sound of a sword.

Following the sound, I saw a tall figure with black hair slowly walking out of the raging sea of fire.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground was pleasing to the ear, yet it conveyed a chilling coldness.

That was a woman.

She has a beauty mark on her lips, and her long black hair is tied up in a bun behind her head. Her pink dress outlines her graceful figure.

Following in her footsteps, the pristine white naval cloak behind her seemed to sway and dance in the flames.

She single-handedly carried a long sword.

The blade was long and slender, shimmering with a brilliant gold that reflected the dancing flames.

This is a very energetic woman.

If this were ordinary times, the mafia boss would probably try every trick in the book to get her into bed and conquer her.

But now,

He had no thoughts at all.

A fine, thin cut began to slowly spread across his metallic shield.

The shield's most solid face, down to his arms, to his throat...

The bloodline, slowly emerging.

"What a fast blade…"

He hissed.

Shield and man, parted as one, crashed down with a resounding boom!

Gion stood before him, expressionlessly sheathing his sword.

"Justice demands the ultimate punishment!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sailors swarmed around her.

Screams and wails echoed from all directions. Gion stood frozen, lost in deep contemplation.

"I... I've become much stronger."

She whispered softly.

She suddenly understood a lot.

The past few weeks of intense training have increased her abilities by at least 30%!

She didn't realize how much stronger she had become because her opponent was always that monstrous fellow, forever under his control, and the distance between them was always so vast.

But the contemplation lasted only a few seconds, and quickly Jiyuan clenched her fist again, gritting her silver teeth.

"Not enough...far from enough."

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>On the other side.

A high-priced, private luxury mansion.

The famous Black Hand Mafia family of the North Sea Hebrides......the leader's mansion of the Rockefeller family.

In a luxurious bedroom.

The head of the Rockefeller family, Jerman Sa, suddenly woke up from his sleep and pulled out the gun he had hidden under his pillow. Without looking, he fired several shots at a shadow in the room.

Bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang!!

The sound of a bullet striking a sword rang out, sparks flying as they illuminated the serious face of a man wearing a military cap.

Germans' pupils constricted.

"It's you!"

His mistress, her face full of fear, shrank back and pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

The flying squirrel emerged from the darkness.

He was carrying a saber in his hand.

The military knife was dripping with blood.

"You broke the rules."

The flying squirrel said expressionlessly:

"So... the Supreme Commander of the North Sea, Rogers Darren, bids you well."

As soon as the voice fell, a cold light flashed in the darkness.

Tut!

Splattering blood stained the silken canopy red.

Next second,

"Ahhhh!!!"

A woman's terrified scream echoed throughout the mansion.

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