At the same time.
The newspaper published by the World Economic News Agency was like a bucket of cold water poured into a hot frying pan.
The whole world boiled once again.
The headline of this newspaper was—Red Baron Redfield suffers a crushing defeat, life or death unknown!
Just the headline alone was enough to cause a huge uproar around the world.
Countless people were shocked.
Redfield suffered a crushing defeat?
Are you kidding me!?
Every pirate around the world, upon seeing this headline in the newspaper, instinctively reacted with disbelief.
Red Baron Redfield!
He was one of the powerhouses in the New World.
For someone like him, even if he couldn't win against a siege, it should be easy to escape, so how could he be associated with the words "crushing defeat"?
Just looking at the headline, most pirates' first reaction was to directly question the authenticity of the news.
But considering the credibility of the World Economic News Agency, they felt that they wouldn't fake such news. After all, faking news that could cause such turmoil in the seas would be insane unless it was Morgans himself going crazy.
But at the same time, a question arose—
Who could have caused Redfield's crushing defeat?
Almost everyone who thought of this question immediately picked up the newspaper to read further.
And then, they saw the photos published in the paper that proved Redfield's "crushing defeat", showing him kneeling on the ground in a humiliating position!!!
From his eyes filled with unwillingness, and his knees sinking into the ground, it was evident that he was under immense pressure when the photo was taken.
Countless people were astonished.
"That guy Redfield got captured? Hey hey, is the Navy planning to stir up trouble?"
"I don't know if the Navy is planning to stir up trouble, but there's about to be a big storm among the pirates."
"Huh??"
"Charlotte Lin Lin's Big Mom Pirates are probably going to war with Nicholas."
"I remember Charlotte Lin Lin suddenly declared war on Nicholas, but I didn't expect her to act so quickly."
"I wonder if this kind of conflict among powerhouses will affect us."
"And the Seven Warlords of the Sea system announced by the World Government sure is tempting..."
After the newspaper with the big news was distributed worldwide, it sparked intense discussions.
It could be said that whether it was Redfield's defeat, the imminent war between Charlotte Lin Lin and Nicholas, or the sudden introduction of the Seven Warlords of the Sea system by the World Government.
What many people felt most directly was the impending storm brewing in the world.
New World, a certain sea area.
A colossal ship, resembling a white whale, plowed through the waves on the sea surface.
And on either side of it were two similar ships.
This whale-like ship was none other than Edward Newgate's flagship, the Moby Dick.
On the deck, there was a seat specially tailored for Whitebeard.
Whitebeard sat majestically on it, holding a huge goblet in his hand.
And in his other hand was the newspaper reporting Redfield's defeat, as well as the latest bounty poster of Marco.
Whitebeard gazed down at Marco's photo on the bounty poster, his eyes fixed for a long time without moving.
"What an irresponsible son you are! You haven't come to see your old man in so long."
For a while, Whitebeard's voice sounded somewhat low.
But there was a sense of satisfaction in his tone.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ship, Marshall D. Teach frowned as he held Marco's bounty poster.
New World, a certain island.
This was a relatively habitable island, with towns on it that had developed quite well.
At the same time, many pirates also saw this as a place to replenish supplies.
There were quite a few places like this in the New World.
Without the presence of the Marines, they relied on flying the flag of a certain great pirate and doing business with other pirates.
At this moment.
The buildings in the city were emitting billowing black smoke everywhere, and some buildings were even engulfed in flames.
The billowing black smoke rose into the sky, contrasting sharply with the clear sky.
The bustling and noisy streets of the past were now only filled with the sound of flames burning.
Mangled bodies lay scattered on the streets.
Green-headed flies flew in the air, landing on the bodies, their bellies swollen and emitting a putrid smell.
Further away was the central area of the city, where there were not many bodies.
In the center of the plaza, there sat a man of imposing stature, dressed in military attire, with long golden hair.
This man was Douglas Bullet, who was searching the world for Roger.
"Interesting, interesting..."
Bullet held a newspaper in his hand, revealing a dangerous smile.
Around him was the raging fire.
The intense heat, which ordinary people could hardly bear, filled the central area of the town, and even the fountain had dried up.
But Bullet, sitting there, seemed unaffected.
In fact.
He was the one who destroyed this city, and the bodies scattered on the streets were all caused by him.
After all, if these people were willing to cooperate with him to complete his plan, he might have spared them.
But those who were powerless and ignorant were not worth pitying in Bullet's eyes.
This mentality had been present in Bullet's actions since he was a child, growing up in war.
Human lives?
To Bullet, who grew up in war, they were just cold numbers.
"I will find you, Roger!"
Bullet's eyes flickered with resolute battle intent, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the newspaper into the air.
The unfolded newspaper soared high.
Under the illumination of the flames, the bold headline "Red Baron Redfield suffers a crushing defeat, life or death unknown!" stood out prominently.
Then, the flying newspaper was carried by the scorching air currents towards the flames, and in less than a few seconds, it was burned to ashes by the tongues of fire.
Bullet looked at the figure approaching from outside the city with a smile on his face.
"Everything has been arranged. It seems that Bullet has cleared the site for the celebration. Get ready for a huge celebration!"
The person raised his hand high and said enthusiastically to Bullet.
"What I'm more concerned about is whether you have any news about other members of the Roger Pirates now?"
Bullet looked at Festa with red eyes, and Festa's forehead was constantly sweating.
"We have some clues already, and we've already spread the news. As long as the other members of the Roger Pirates hear the news, they will definitely come! After all, we're using Roger's 'blood' as bait!
When we catch those guys from the Roger Pirates, do you think Roger won't show up!?"