#685 - Chapter 485 Lost Call
“Brew brew... brew brew...”
The Den Den Mushi's ringtone broke the brief silence of Shamrock.
His gaze narrowed slightly, and his fingers slowly moved to his waist, taking out the Den Den Mushi.
The small Den Den Mushi looked particularly inconspicuous in his hand, but it carried countless lives, deaths, and conspiracies.
Shamrock pressed the answer button and said softly:
“This is Shamrock.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, followed by a deep voice:
“Shamrock, it's us.”
Shamrock's expression changed slightly, and he frowned, as if he had a premonition:
“You failed over there?”
The voice on the other end of the Den Den Mushi was filled with suppressed anxiety:
“...Yes.
Many of the spies we planted have been eliminated.
The New Navy has foreseen all our actions and is monitoring almost every step.”
Before the voice finished, Shamrock's fingers tightened unconsciously, a slight displeasure appeared on his face, and he said coldly:
“Many of the people planted have been eliminated?”
“That's right...”
The voice on the other end became heavier and heavier,
“Almost all the spies who played a role in this operation have been discovered, even the low-level undercover agents have been exposed...
The New Navy's intelligence system is getting stronger and stronger. We have very few advantages in the next operation.”
A cold light flashed in Shamrock's eyes, he squeezed the Den Den Mushi tightly, and his palm trembled slightly.
After a brief silence, he responded in a low voice:
“Understood, continue to follow up on your side.
Try to avoid exposure and protect those who are still in position.”
He paused, as if thinking about something, and added:
“If it is really impossible to continue, retreat is the only option.”
The other end of the phone did not respond immediately, and seemed to be silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth:
“Understood, Shamrock.”
“......”
The Den Den Mushi made a few soft sounds, then the line was disconnected, and then it was still in Shamrock's hand.
At this moment, his expression remained unchanged, but the deep complexity in his eyes vaguely revealed a trace of unease and disappointment.
Shamrock slowly lowered his head, took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly tired, as if he had seen through everything.
He held the Den Den Mushi tightly in his hand and whispered:
“This operation is extremely unfavorable.”
He looked at the boundless sea in the distance, as if silently feeling the pressure from the sea.
The endless ocean seemed to be mocking his fate—every plan seemed to be gradually forced into a predicament by an invisible hand.
And he always seemed to realize, when he was close to victory, that the burden he was carrying did not come from the enemy, but from every wrong decision he had made.
As his thoughts continued to settle, the corners of Shamrock's mouth curled into a sneer:
“However, failure does not mean the end of everything.”
He whispered to himself, his voice calm but full of determination,
“This game is far from over, the real showdown has just begun.”
He took a deep look at the sea under his feet and ordered in a low voice:
“Continue the operation.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up.”
Then, he raised his head, his firm eyes like a fire in the darkness, instantly extinguishing the trace of unease.
Shamrock stood on the deck, a gentle breeze brushed past the corner of his clothes, carrying the salty smell of the sea.
He quietly stared into the distance, his eyes as deep as an abyss, as if he was looking at the distant future through this sea.
His fingers slowly tightened, and his knuckles made a slight cracking sound.
Although the current battle situation is extremely unfavorable to them, there is no trace of retreat in his heart.
“As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will not give up.”
The World Government is by no means an existence that can be easily overthrown.
The New Navy is indeed in an advantageous position in the current situation, but this is only a temporary gain in the war.
The real contest is far from over.
Shamrock exhaled softly, a trace of gloom appearing in his eyes.
“The World Government's foundation is far beyond what these people can imagine.”
They still have too many trump cards that have not been revealed, and many hidden forces have not yet been used.
The New Navy thinks they have control of the battle situation, thinks they have overthrown the rule of the old world, but in fact, the World Government is still in control of a deeper game.
More importantly—
They don't believe Im is really dead.
How could an existence that has ruled the world for hundreds of years be killed by that villain Blackbeard?
Thinking of this, the corners of Shamrock's mouth curled into a sneer, and the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze the surrounding air for a moment.
That guy Blackbeard is selfish, cunning, and greedy. Although he is strong, that kind of madman who can be swallowed by ambition at any time cannot really kill Im.
“Lord Im... how could he fall so easily.”
He remembered Im's aura, that unparalleled sense of oppression, that feeling of being born above all living beings.
If Im is really dead...
Shamrock suddenly shook his head gently, directly denying his thoughts.
Impossible.
If Im is really dead, then why hasn't the true foundation of the World Government collapsed?
Why are those top-level research institutes still operating?
Why hasn't the God's Knights group been completely dispatched?
Why haven't the remaining forces of the World Government fallen into panic?
No, Im is not dead.
Maybe she is temporarily injured, maybe she is temporarily hidden, but she will never really die.
She must be somewhere, waiting for the most suitable time to descend on this world again.
Shamrock took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes deep and incomparable.
“Blackbeard... you think you have the upper hand, but do you really know what you are facing?”
The power of the World Government is not just the army, not just those technological weapons. What is truly terrifying is that they control the rules of this world—the order built up layer by layer over hundreds of years, countless secret experiments, and invisible forces hidden in the darkness.
Shamrock's fingertips gently tapped the railing, and he quickly weighed the next plan in his mind.
The New Navy's edge cannot be directly resisted for the time being, but the true power of the World Government has not yet been fully revealed.
They are the real hunters, and now they are just waiting for the moment when the prey becomes complacent.
He closed his eyes, letting the sea breeze caress his face, the smile on his lips even deeper.
“This game has just begun...”
“Let the storm come more violently!!!”
“Hahahaha!!!”
“......”
As for who will be the final winner, that can only be left to time.
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