#655 - Chapter 655: Secret Planning
The New Navy headquarters was a hive of activity.
Jin An's personally crafted strategic plan had permeated every department. Command, logistics, intelligence, and technology units were all operating with methodical efficiency.
Despite the tension, the atmosphere wasn't chaotic due to the increase in personnel; instead, there was an unprecedented sense of order.
Everyone knew their responsibilities and cooperated seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine.
Jin An stood in the center of the command room, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the maps laid out on the table.
His fingers twitched slightly in the air as he mentally reviewed the data of the assembling fleets.
No detail escaped his notice.
"Adjust the composition of the Marine Assault Squad and deepen the deployment of the Guards Fleet," he said calmly, his voice even but filled with authority.
Immediately, several commanders lowered their heads and made rapid adjustments on their tablets.
Although the New Navy's operational style had absorbed many new members from different backgrounds, everyone quickly adapted to Jin An's efficient and precise command style.
While some hadn't fully understood Jin An's strategies in the past, they had gradually witnessed the power of his management approach over time.
On the sea, the fleets were preparing to set sail.
Commanders from various sea areas had already been transferred and were assembling the fleets methodically according to Jin An's orders.
Every new member who joined the New Navy, especially those captains and commanders who had previously served in opposing forces, was now gradually won over by Jin An's leadership.
"Commander-in-Chief Jin An is truly a genius," a lieutenant remarked, his eyes filled with admiration.
"I heard he can accurately command a naval battle from hundreds of kilometers away. It's practically divine," another staff officer whispered in agreement.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the command room, Vegapunk stood before a machine, carefully adjusting its settings.
He glanced at the busy Jin An, a subtle expression flashing in his eyes.
Since Jin An had taken over the New Navy, Vegapunk had gained a deeper understanding of the navy's potential.
Whether it was resource allocation or tactical innovation, Jin An could always find the perfect balance.
Because of this, he was even more certain that the New Navy's rise was inevitable.
"Commander-in-Chief, do you have any new arrangements regarding the resource allocation?" a senior logistics officer asked, interrupting Vegapunk's thoughts. He looked up.
Jin An smiled faintly, his gaze still fixed on the fleet deployment on the map. "You only need to ensure one thing: the resource supply must not have the slightest error.
Especially in the upcoming preparations, we must mobilize more forces, not only to ensure combat power on the battlefield but also to ensure stability in the rear."
"Yes, understood," the officer replied, nodding.
Jin An didn't pause, continuing to direct the preparations for each battle with his usual calm.
Under his command, every ship, every soldier, and every resource of the New Navy was like a precisely calculated piece on a chessboard, coordinating with the entire massive strategic layout, advancing in the same direction.
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On the other side, the God's Knights and World Government CP executives who had escaped from Mary Geoise gathered in a dark and desolate basement.
The surrounding lights were dim, with only faint rays flickering between the walls, casting eerie shadows.
The air was filled with a heavy sense of oppression, as if even breathing had become difficult.
There were no elaborate decorations, only cold, hard metal tables and chairs and piles of documents in the corner, highlighting the decline of this once high-ranking power organization.
Seated at the table, Ser Held, a member of the God's Knights, had a livid face, his hands clenched tightly, knuckles white.
His eyes burned with rage, his brows deeply furrowed, as if his uncontrollable anger could be felt in every small movement.
His eyes were fixed on the map in front of him, his fingertips tracing over it, as if searching for a flaw or an opportunity for revival.
"This can't end like this," Ser said in a low voice, filled with threat and despair.
"Although the Revolutionary Army has taken Mary Geoise, we still have power."
His words carried deep resentment, a hatred for failure, and regret for failing to protect the World Government's honor.
The CP executives beside him didn't respond, their expressions varied.
Some were filled with fatigue, their eyes hollow; others carried a cold determination, as if they no longer had much emotional fluctuation.
They were once the World Government's loyal executors, tools for carrying out orders.
But now, their world had been completely overturned, their hearts filled with a mixture of dissatisfaction and anxiety.
"Held, now is not the time for anger," Kalino, a member of CP9, said calmly from the other end of the table, his voice soft but subtly revealing an undeniable authority.
"We must calm down and look for opportunities.
With our strength alone, it will be difficult to counterattack the Revolutionary Army for the time being."
The rationality and restraint in his tone made the surrounding atmosphere even more tense.
"Calm?" Ser turned his head, a flash of anger in his eyes.
"How can you tell me to be calm?
We have been driven to the brink!
Our power, our glory, have all been erased!"
He slammed his hands on the table, making a heavy sound, as if trying to regain the dignity that had been taken away in this way.
"How can these lowly rebels trample on everything we have so wantonly!
I will never tolerate it!"
The surrounding executives looked at each other in silence for a while.
Whether they admitted it or not, the anger and humiliation in their hearts were slowly growing.
The World Government once controlled the fate of the world, looking down on countless forces.
But today, with the fall of Mary Geoise, they had not only lost physical control but also the power and authority they were proud of.
At this moment, they were no longer high-ranking rulers but fugitives forced to crouch in the shadows.
"We can't let it pass like this," another CP executive, Uris Taco, said in a low but resolute voice.
"If we give up now, the whole world will fall under the control of the Revolutionary Army.
We must restore the glory of the World Government and restore our former honor."
"You're right," Ser's eyes gradually sharpened, as if he sensed a glimmer of hope.
His voice slowly became calm, as if he was emerging from anger and beginning to plan new actions.
"We cannot let the history of the World Government end here, and we cannot let these rebels get carried away.
We have the ability to regain everything."
He glanced at the map on the table, his gaze sharp and cold.
"We must gather all resources and rearrange our forces.
Although the World Nobles have been defeated, the power in their hands should not be ignored.
We must find those hidden forces and win over those who are willing to work for us."
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