Chapter 3 The defeated Gugao Hong
Murderous aura instantly filled the entire military port, and the cool sea breeze turned cold.
All the navies on the naval port raised their muskets with vigilance, their muzzles locked on the thin, bloody figure, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
A drop of cold sweat slowly seeped out from their foreheads and slid down their cheeks, and their hot breath formed white mist in the air.
Warring States raised his hands to make a forbidden tactical gesture, his expression also very solemn.
No wonder they were so nervous and vigilant, because the man in front of them was one of the most powerful pirates in the sea!
Compared with the tall and burly figure of Gang Kong next to him, this man's figure is very thin.
He had white hair braided into two braids and hung over his shoulders. He was wearing a plum-red shirt, blood-red trousers, and black leather shoes with gold rims.
A large blood-red cloak draped behind him, looking mysterious and cold.
His eyebrows were red, and there was a scornful and evil smile on his lips.
The great pirate known as the "Legend", the man who is said to be able to rival Whitebeard and Roger alone!
"The Alone Red", "The Red Earl"... Baloric Redfield!
It's just that the clothes on Redfield's body are torn to varying degrees, with little blood oozing out, and there are faint purple-black blood stains at the corners of his mouth. It's clear that he has just experienced a tough battle.
He stood beside Ganggu Kong with a relaxed expression, looking at the navy who reacted quickly at the military port, with a hint of admiration at the corner of his mouth.
"What a professional army."
He put one hand on his chest, bowed gently towards the navy at the port, performed an impeccable noble etiquette, and smiled elegantly:
"All the elites of the Navy Headquarters, this is our first meeting. I'm glad to meet you."
Only then did everyone see clearly that this man's hands were wearing heavy sea-tower stone shackles.
The heavy, cold shackles made a crisp clattering sound as he moved.
How could he, a prisoner, still maintain such a calm and indifferent attitude!
Redfield looked at Warring States with a smile:
"Warring States, long time no see."
Warring States narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"Don't worry, after today, I'm afraid we won't see each other again."
"Ledfield, you will be imprisoned in the deepest abyss of Impel Down City and spend the rest of your life there."
Redfield smiled casually when he heard Sengoku's words.
"It doesn't matter. I had a great time fighting this battle."
Cyborg Kong next to him frowned.
Redfield smiled again and added:
"It would be better if no eyesores intervene."
As he finished speaking, an indignant voice suddenly came from the cabin.
"So you are dissatisfied?"
Garp walked out of the cabin carelessly, picking his nose with one hand.
Redfield turned around and glanced at him, half-smiling.
The red Earl's mocking eyes immediately made Garp explode.
"What's that look in your bastard's eyes!! Hey, Old Man Kong, please untie his sea tower stone shackles. Today I'm going to let him taste the iron fist!"
Garp rubbed his fists and strode forward, his face flushed.
The navy man next to him immediately rushed forward, hugging Garp's hands and feet tightly, sweating profusely.
"Lieutenant General Garp, calm down!"
"Don't be impulsive, Lieutenant General Garp!!"
"It was very difficult for us to arrest him."
"Calm down, don't be irritated..."
Seeing this scene, Cyborg Kong rubbed his temples with a headache.
He waved his hand and ordered:
"Take the prisoner down and lock him up."
The naval soldiers acted quickly and stood ready to go forward.
Their warships had suffered serious damage in previous battles and were unable to continue sailing.
According to regulations, the action of escorting criminals must be the responsibility of Impel City.
Especially for a powerful pirate like "The Solitary Red", it is extremely difficult to escort. The Impel City has a strict process, and the various detention measures and tools inside the huge escort ship are enough to ensure that the prisoners are escorted during the journey. There won't be any mistakes.
The border board is slowly lowered from the warship.
Under the gaze of muskets, Redfield kept an elegant smile on his face and slowly walked down the broken warship.
The relaxed manner in which he looked at his surroundings from time to time did not look like a prisoner defeated and arrested by the navy, but more like a tourist who came to this "Holy Land of Justice" for sightseeing.
"That's right, Sora."
Redfield suddenly stopped.
The pause in the footsteps instantly made the surrounding navy nervous, and their fingers subconsciously pressed the trigger of the long gun.
He turned his head, looked at Cyborg Kong with his arms crossed on the warship, and said with a smile:
"Although I know this request is a bit excessive, if possible, I would like to meet the young marine named Darren, okay?"
Before Cyborg Kong could answer, Warring States was the first to speak and said coldly:
"Since you know it's an excessive request, you shouldn't make it."
Redfield shrugged:
"It never hurts to try."
His eyes were full of meaning as he looked towards a certain direction of the Navy Headquarters, which was the location of the military hospital.
"I'm very interested in the leader of the new generation of the navy...the young man who can make Golden Lion, Roger, and Whitebeard cringe."
A hint of gloom flashed in Sengoku's eyes.
"Take it down."
he ordered.
Several marines stepped forward and held down Redfield's shoulders and arms.
"Ledfield..."
At this moment, Cyborg Kong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
He stared deeply at Gugao Zhihong's thin and mysterious back, and asked in a deep voice:
"So, did you choose to join forces with the Golden Lion this time?"
The time when the Golden Lion attacked Malinfando happened to be when he and Garp were chasing Redfield at sea. Cyborg Kong found it hard to believe that this was a pure coincidence.
Redfield was silent for a moment, then shook his head:
"Sora, we have known each other for so many years. Based on your understanding of me, you shouldn't have this question."
He raised his head and looked at the endless sky, and suddenly smiled:
"I just don't want to play anymore."
The scene a few months ago suddenly appeared in his mind.
That earth-shattering battle, and Roger's figure laughing loudly and as heroic as a ghost...
All his pride was crushed to pieces in front of the sword that the ghost and god retreated from.
Complete...defeat!
"This era does not belong to me."
After saying this, before Cyborg could recover, the defeated general "Red Earl" Redfield walked towards the temporary prison of the distant Navy headquarters with his head held high.
His back is aloof and proud, as if he is not heading towards eternal imprisonment.
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