395. Sparks That Start A Prairie Fire

"Haku...Ryu?!"

Tom's eyes were wary, and he took two steps back.

Having just been tricked by the World Government, he really had no sense of trust in the Marine.

"Mr. Tom, although this guy is a Marine, he really has no ill intentions towards us!"

Franky noticed Tom's expression and hurriedly defended Atlas.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you, Mr. Tom!"

Atlas had a gentle smile on his face, and his movements exuded a convincing sense of certainty.

"Cooperation? How can you, a Marine, cooperate with me, a fugitive?"

Tom looked suspicious.

At the same time, he pulled Franky in his arms behind him. His huge size and strength made Franky feel like he was being pinched like a chicken.

"Yes, cooperation. I believe Mr. Tom will be interested."

Atlas looked at Tom, who was still on guard, and slowly uttered two words, "Pluton."

He knew that the other party must understand what he meant; this was not just some random guy.

"——?!!"

With his eyes fixed on Atlas's smiling face, Tom felt a wave of panic in his heart.

The truth was clear.

He knew that the other party must have an interest in Pluton.

"What! You guys are actually planning on that thing!"

Before Tom could reply, Franky jumped out first with a stern look on his face.

As early as a year ago, when Tom was in custody, he and Iceburg had already seen the drawings of the Pluton battleship.

He also understood how harmful that kind of thing would be to the world if it fell into the hands of careerists.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. The harm of a weapon is never determined by the weapon itself, but by the user."

"You should already be dissatisfied with this decadent world. Leaving Pluton's drawings in your hands does not mean that you should hide them. Liberating the world is where it ultimately belongs."

Atlas looked directly into Tom's eyes, his gaze clear and without the slightest hint of guilt.

"Liberate the world?"

Tom frowned.

Is this guy... really a Marine?!

"What do you think Roger would say?"

"I feel very honored to be able to contribute to a man like Roger."

Tom said angrily.

Although most of the suffering he was enduring now was caused by Roger, he was a shipbuilder, a pure shipbuilder.

Being able to build the world's strongest pirate ship for the Pirate King was one of his goals in life.

Atlas frowned and lowered his eyes, and chuckled: "Roger is indeed a hero, but what he did was just childish and stubborn. The world will never run according to his will, nor will it follow the so-called prophecy."

When Tom heard this, he was shocked, "What is your purpose, Marine?"

"A single spark that can start a prairie fire."

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Water 7.

Abandoned dock.

Weevil, who had just finished watching the excitement, still had a look of excitement on his face.

On the other hand, Miss Buckin, who was walking in front, had a look of disgust on her face and muttered with her lips pursed, "What? It's just the trial of a smelly Fish-Man, but..."

"The human heart is really ugly. Only endless wealth is the most real and reliable!"

Just now, they witnessed with their own eyes the whole process of Tom being taken away by CP, but instead of stopping it, the people in Water 7 applauded.

"Listen up, my silly son, making money is the only way to go. Mom is the only one in the world who treats you well!"

"Uh-huh!"

Weevil nodded solemnly, then asked with some confusion, "But Marine killed my father, shouldn't we go to Marine for revenge now?"

"What revenge? Although you are his son, that man never cared about you! He never even knew he had a son like you until his death!"

Miss Buckin's voice was a little sharp. "Besides, is Marine someone we can take revenge on now? Just a retired Marine Admiral last time could make us run away in panic."

Hearing Miss Buckin mention the last battle, Weevil shrank his neck, showing a little fear.

"That Marine from last time..."

Puff, puff, puff—!!

At that moment, a black crow flew over and landed near Miss Buckin and her son.

Miss Buckin felt something, and stretched out her short arm, letting the crow stay on her arm. She took out the letter tied to the crow's leg and slowly unfolded it.

"Shichibukai...invitation?!"

Miss Buckin recited it unconsciously, but the content made her extremely excited.

Shichibukai invitation!!

A symbol of fame and status.

What fascinated her the most was that Shichibukai had the legal power to plunder, which meant she could earn untold wealth!

"Weevil! Let's get going to Marine Headquarters!"

Weevil was a little confused, "Why? Mom?"

"Idiot, of course I'm going to the Marine Headquarters to attend the Shichibukai meeting and become an official Shichibukai!"

Receiving a letter means that the World Government unilaterally invites you to become one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. If you don't respond, it means rejection. The World Government will not cancel your wanted order. Instead, it may become angry because of the rejection and increase the reward.

"I'm really sorry, you may not have the chance to walk to Marine Headquarters."

However, a voice came in abruptly, extinguishing the excitement in Miss Buckin's heart.

"Hakuryu—!!"

Miss Buckin suddenly turned her head, and a pure white figure came into view.

This man... the one who killed Whitebeard with his own hands!

She had been in the same boat as Whitebeard, so she knew very well what kind of power Whitebeard, known as the strongest man in the world, possessed. And how powerful was the man in front of him who made Whitebeard die in Marineford?!

Her violently beating heart seemed to be pinched hard, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Swish—!!

A sword shone with cold light, and the Kaminari roared out of its sheath. Miss Buckin's head shot up into the sky, and a fountain of blood as thick as a water column gushed out.

There was disbelief on her pale face, and her wide eyes had no time to close.

Why... so suddenly?! You have no moral ethics! Don't you say a few harsh words before the battle?!

This was Miss Buckin's last remaining thought.

Weevil was stunned. Miss Buckin's blood spattered on his body and soaked his overalls.

Too sudden! It was too sudden!

When he heard the noise, he turned around subconsciously, but what greeted him was Miss Buckin's head rising into the sky.

Those wide eyes seemed to be blaming him for his unfilial piety.

So Weevil went crazy.

His eyes were red and he was shouting. He didn't have a naginata, so he just raised one arm and swung it towards Atlas.

"Asshole! I want you to be buried with my mother!!"

Swish—!!

The sword's light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, the black flash was brushed, and the lightning was shining.

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