Spandam didn't care who died—as long as he survived, it didn't matter if he had to trigger a Buster Call or sacrifice the entire island.
"Buster Call, huh? I almost forgot you were holding something interesting in those filthy hands of yours."
"Hand it over."
Whiteflame reached out casually.
Spandam suddenly felt an invisible force wrench the golden Den Den Mushi right out of his grasp. It flew from his hands and landed neatly in Whiteflame's.
"Looks pretty ordinary to me," Whiteflame said indifferently.
Once activated, the golden Den Den Mushi sends a signal to its silver counterpart. As soon as the Navy locks onto the coordinates, they launch a full-scale bombardment without hesitation.
"Thirty minutes, was it?"
"Spandam, do you really think I'm as stupid as you?"
"How many seconds do you think your life would last in my hands?"
"Thirty minutes… would be enough for you to die a hundred times."
Whiteflame's gaze turned razor cold, and Spandam flinched.
"Y-you… you can't kill me!"
"My dad is Spandine! Do you know who he is?! If you kill me, the World Government will never let you go!"
Spandam collapsed on his rear, trembling as he stammered.
SPLRTCH!
Before he could finish, his body jerked violently.
Horror filled his eyes as he looked down—only to see a long, sharp bandaged hand protruding straight through his chest where his heart once was.
The bandaged arm withdrew, clutching his still-beating heart.
The light in Spandam's eyes faded instantly.
Before his body could even hit the floor, several towering bandage creatures emerged, their gaping maws opening wide as they swarmed his corpse—ripping and devouring his flesh in a frenzy.
The remaining CP9 members shuddered at the sight, their bodies trembling. The way they looked at Whiteflame was no longer just wary—it was raw fear.
"Annoying," Whiteflame muttered.
He had no interest in arguing with trash like Spandam. He'd disliked the man even back when he was just a character in One Piece—and now he'd dared to threaten him with a Buster Call?
All the better.
If Whiteflame remembered correctly, a Buster Call usually consisted of five vice admirals, ten rear admirals, and ten top-class battleships.
Losing a chunk of combat power like that in one go…
Even the World Government and Navy, with all their might, would feel that pain.
And more importantly—
Sengoku the Buddha had just played the entire world for a fool using his name.
Now, by wiping out the fleet sent to execute this Buster Call, Whiteflame would be delivering a resounding slap to the Navy and the World Government.
"So we'll wait thirty minutes, then."
"But you guys… don't need to be around for that part."
[100 Million Volts: Thunder Generals]
Bzzzzzt—!
Lightning exploded from Whiteflame's body, surging outward. The massive electrical discharge took shape—forming three towering lightning warriors, each clad in crackling armor like ancient generals.
At his gesture, the three lightning generals hefted their crackling spears and charged the remaining members of CP9.
They tried to fight back—but the moment they made contact, they were engulfed in pure voltage. Their bodies seized, minds short-circuited, and they dropped instantly, consciousness erased.
Rob Lucci, already gravely injured, could do nothing.
The lightning spear plunged into his body, and a blast of electricity flooded him from within. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
Rob Lucci died on the spot.
"NO!!"
The only one left untouched, Kalifa, screamed.
"…Please. I'm begging you—let them go!" she cried, collapsing. "I'll do anything you ask… anything! Just spare them!"
"Anyone who dares lay a hand on me has never walked away unscathed," Whiteflame said coldly.
"Let alone those who tried to kill my woman."
"And all of you… the World Government's loyal dogs—you've carried out your share of sick orders for years."
"As far as I'm concerned, the World Government is living on borrowed time. And you… are just collateral."
Whiteflame didn't call off the attack.
The thunder generals continued their rampage through CP9.
In the span of moments, every member of CP9, save for Kalifa alone, lay dead.
Kalifa could only watch, powerless, sobbing silently.
Whiteflame ignored her, pulling out a cigarette. He lit it, inhaled lazily, and waited for the Buster Call fleet to arrive.
In theory, it would take thirty minutes.
In reality, it took less than twenty before the Navy fleet appeared on the horizon.
At the bow of the lead ships, five vice admirals stood, peering toward what should have been Enies Lobby with their telescopes.
Or rather—what used to be Enies Lobby.
"Just what… happened here?!"
Vice Admiral Doberman stared, shaken by the sight.
"Isn't that where Enies Lobby is supposed to be?"
"Where did the island go?"
Cold sweat trickled down Vice Admiral Momonga's forehead.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
The sea waterfall pouring into the abyss—this was the unmistakable feature of Enies Lobby. He'd been here before on official business, and its majestic view had left a deep impression.
But now…
The abyss and sea-fall were still there, just like before—but the courthouse complex and the Gate of Justice were gone.
Even the Judicial Tower on the rear island had been reduced to rubble.
"So brutal…" muttered Vice Admiral Onigumo, his voice low. "Whoever did this… turned Enies Lobby into dust."
"First, we confirm whether the target is still here," said Strawberry calmly. "Someone with this level of destructive power… is no ordinary enemy."
"Destroying Enies Lobby… That's open provocation against the World Government," said Yamakaji, puffing on his cigarette. "Doesn't look like this will be an easy fight."
The five vice admirals mentally braced themselves for a bitter battle.
On the ten top-class battleships behind them, rank-and-file Marines stood frozen.
Wasn't that… where Enies Lobby was supposed to be?
So why was there nothing left?
"Been waiting for you, Navy."
A voice drifted down from the sky.
Every head snapped upward—soldiers, rear admirals, vice admirals alike—and their expressions changed instantly.
"Whiteflame!"
The face was exactly the same as the one on the wanted poster—but the real thing was even colder. His eyes held nothing but contempt for all of them.
There was no mistaking it. This was the man with a 1.568 billion Berries bounty—Whiteflame.
"Damn it… So he's the one who destroyed Enies Lobby!" Momonga's hand trembled ever so slightly as he gripped his sword, his face dark.
As a member of the Navy's so-called expeditionary force, Momonga knew all too well how terrifying Whiteflame really was.
To capture him, the Navy had deployed an unprecedented level of force… and even resorted to deceiving the entire world.
If he hadn't experienced it personally, Momonga would never have believed that the "expedition" was nothing more than the Navy blasting the seas around Jaya into a colorful mess—then announcing to the world that they had gravely wounded Whiteflame.
And now, not long after his wanted poster was issued, Whiteflame showed up at Enies Lobby.
There was only one explanation—this was revenge.
"This just got a lot worse…" Doberman muttered, sweat trailing down his temple. His hand tightened around his sword hilt as he kept every sense trained on Whiteflame, ready to react in an instant.
The moment he saw Whiteflame, Doberman knew this wouldn't end easily.
Handled poorly, and all ten battleships' worth of personnel… could die here.
As someone who had clashed with Whiteflame before, Doberman had once hated him fiercely—for killing a Celestial Dragon and causing Doberman to be publicly berated and humiliated by them.
But now, standing face-to-face with Whiteflame, he couldn't even muster the anger to curse.
The gap between them… was just too enormous.
"Should we request reinforcements?" someone asked.
"It's too late," another replied. "Even if they come… they'll need thirty minutes to get here."
FWOOOM!
Whiteflame raised his leg and kicked.
A massive beam of light erupted from his foot, firing downward like a divine judgment, slamming straight into the battleship carrying Vice Admiral Onigumo.
BOOOOM!!!
The explosion sent flames roaring into the sky, waves surging wildly as the nearby warships rocked violently under the shockwave.
"Onigumo!"
"Damn it! He's attacking already!"
The other vice admirals stared in horror as the blazing inferno lit up the sea, turning the waters blood-red. Onigumo's battleship didn't just sink—it detonated, torn apart into burning fragments scattered across the waves.
The moment Onigumo had recognized Whiteflame, he'd gone to call Marine HQ for reinforcements—
But before the request could even be sent, his ship had already been annihilated.
"Stubborn bunch," Whiteflame said coolly.
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