The next morning, as the sky was just beginning to turn a fish-belly white, the silent city gradually awakened.
The morning light filtered through the thin mist, draping the earth in a soft golden veil.
Just then, news birds, like arrows released from a bow, set off at Morgans' command, soaring into the high sky, carrying sensational news to every corner of the world.
Morgans stood in his office, gazing at the gradually brightening sky outside, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.
His hands gripped the first edition of the newspaper tightly, the paper trembling slightly in his palm.
He knew that this news would unleash an unprecedented storm.
"All resources have been mobilized; we must not allow any news birds to fall behind."
He muttered to himself, as if cheering himself on.
He turned quickly, his gaze sweeping over his colleagues in the office with determination.
"This time, we must succeed! We will let the whole world know who the real king of news is!"
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, filled with unwavering resolve.
Morgans walked to a huge map, his finger tracing across important cities and islands.
He wanted to ensure that every corner could see this sensational report as soon as possible.
One after another, news birds flew out of headquarters, carrying heavy newspapers, yet their flight appeared incredibly light and determined.
Morgans stared intently at these messengers, knowing that this operation would determine his future.
"I am 'Big News' Morgans!"
He murmured in his heart, his fingers involuntarily clenching the corner of the newspaper.
Just then, the sound of an urgent communication reached his ears.
Morgans quickly picked up the Den Den Mushi, and after listening to the message, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
"Everything is going smoothly; all news birds are flying according to plan."
"Good, everyone keep it up, make sure every reader sees this newspaper this morning."
He hung up the Den Den Mushi and looked back out the window.
In the distance, the skyline gradually brightened, and the news birds, like an invisible army, sliced through the sky, spreading the sensational news about Ohara.
Strangely, Morgans' communication with the World Government this time was unusually smooth.
This made him feel a little surprised, but more so secretly pleased.
After all, he had not reported all the content, but only reported to the World Government part of the content from the Den Den Mushi he had recorded.
This content was enough to cause a shock, but not enough to completely overturn the existing order.
He looked down at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, thinking to himself:
"There is more earth-shattering content in the Den Den Mushi that mysterious man gave me, but now is not the time."
"Although I have a place in the newspaper industry today, it is not enough to dominate the world. Being able to do this is already the best result."
Morgans stood in front of the large French window, overlooking the gradually noisy city.
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"Now the world is becoming more and more chaotic, and the World Government also wants to publicize the force they possess."
He said to himself,
"But will things really develop as they expect?"
His fingers gently stroked the Den Den Mushi, as if thinking about the next move.
Morgans knew that by mastering these earth-shattering secrets, he had already occupied an extremely important position in this game.
He needed to wait patiently, wait for the time to ripen, wait for the moment when he could truly influence the situation.
"The World Government's power is certainly strong, but they also have weaknesses."
A sly look flashed in Morgans' eyes,
"When this report appears in every corner, the waves it stirs will catch them off guard."
He turned and walked to his desk, quickly writing down his plans and thoughts in a notebook.
Morgans knew that this game had just begun, and he needed to be more cautious and decisive.
"The power of news should not be underestimated."
He said in a low voice, looking ahead with firm eyes,
"I want to become the only leader in the world's newspaper industry, so that everyone knows the name 'Big News' Morgans."
Outside the window, the news birds had already flown in all directions, carrying Morgans' efforts and ambitions, spreading the sensational news about Ohara.
Morgans took a deep breath, the expectation and tension in his heart intertwined into a strong emotion.
"This time, we will definitely succeed."
He murmured to himself, staring firmly into the distance.
The figures of the news birds gradually disappeared into the sky, and he knew that from this moment on, the world would change because of his news.
......
Newspapers flew all over the sky, like countless flying messengers, spreading the news of the Ohara incident to all parts of the world.
Some people were happy, some were sad, some were snickering, and some were sighing at the World Government's force.
Every corner was discussing this shocking event.
In Alabasta, Crocodile sat in his shadowy office, smoking a cigar, calmly flipping through the newspaper.
"Is this the power of the Buster Call?"
His eyes showed a hint of indifference.
"President, if the Buster Call can easily destroy an island, shouldn't we think about a countermeasure?"
Bentham stood aside, asking with some concern.
Crocodile exhaled a puff of smoke, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth,
"It's not time to fall out with the World Government yet. Let that guy think of a solution for this kind of thing. I'm just an employee now anyway."
As he said this, his face showed a look of ease, as if this disaster had nothing to do with him.
In Water 7, Tom quietly looked at the newspaper, silent.
His mood was heavy, and a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.
Iceberg rubbed his forehead irritably,
"Buster Call, but the result is the slaughter of a group of scholars and civilians..."
His tone was full of anger and helplessness.
Tom sighed and closed the newspaper,
"After the sea train is built, I will set off to find Jinan."
His voice was low and firm,
"I don't want to participate too much in the World Government's affairs..."
Iceberg nodded, understanding Tom's mood.
The World Government's ruthlessness and coldness made those of them with ideals feel extremely disappointed and angry.
At the same time, different reactions were being staged in other corners of the world.
Some were in awe of the World Government's powerful force, while others were secretly plotting their own plans.
The destruction of Ohara was like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring up countless ripples.
In a peaceful valley, Dragon looked at the newspaper in his hand, a glint flashing in his eyes,
"Buster Call? It seems that the World Government's methods are becoming more and more cruel."
In a prosperous city, a noble in gorgeous clothes held a newspaper, a smug smile appearing on the corner of his mouth,
"That's good, let those restless people know the consequences of challenging the World Government."
And in a dark underground bar, a group of pirates were sitting together, looking at the report in the newspaper, discussing in low voices,
"We have to be careful too; this matter is a warning."
The reactions around the world were complex, but whether it was joy or sorrow, the aftermath of the Ohara incident had begun to spread across this sea.
Everyone knew in their hearts that this was just the beginning.
A bigger storm was brewing.
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