Doflamingo stood on the deck of the airship, his gaze piercing through the thick clouds before him, focusing on the solid base isolated in the sea below.
The moonlight spilled onto the base's spires, glinting with a cold light.
The airship glided smoothly through the air, followed by squadron after squadron of small family warships.
On the deck of each warship, the members prepared to face the coming storm.
"Finally, we've arrived."
A cold smile played on Doflamingo's lips as his fingers unconsciously caressed the tie in front of him, the symbol of his identity—unparalleled authority.
He took a deep breath, seemingly reveling in the excitement of the impending battle, the fire of anger already ignited within him.
"This base has weak defenses."
Doflamingo turned his head, his voice cold and ruthless.
"We only need a single, fatal strike."
"Young Master, taking action will surely be exhilarating."
Trebol stood beside him, his low voice revealing a sense of ease and confidence.
Immediately, the Shadow Squad behind him silently dispersed.
Several figures leaped from the airship like ghosts, quickly melting into the night.
Without a sound, without any hesitation, their movements were as precise as a well-rehearsed script.
Doflamingo didn't rush to act; he stood at the bow, his eyes fixed on the base, his mind echoing with his previous words:
"After all, I'm also a member of the New Navy. So many major events have happened, yet Jin-An hasn't contacted me much!"
He chuckled coldly, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"He clearly knows I can help him, clearly knows I can do better than anyone else, but he actually chose to let me act only now. This time, I'm going to cause a big commotion."
He gripped the handrail tightly, the grievance and anger in his heart intensifying in an instant.
And today, he finally had the opportunity to show his skills, and finally let the World Government understand—that Doflamingo could make a name for himself even on his own.
"This base is the first target I want."
Doflamingo's voice was low and cold, with a hint of excitement.
He looked back at Trebol, who was standing beside him, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
"Today, I will let the World Government witness what true power is."
Trebol seemed to ponder for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"As Young Master commands, anything is possible."
He knew that Doflamingo possessed extreme initiative, and this target would certainly deal a heavy blow to the New Navy and the World Government.
At the same time, the base's guards hardly noticed anything amiss.
The "family members" had already successfully infiltrated the base's perimeter, using the cover of night and the surrounding terrain to quietly sabotage the base's communication systems and alarm facilities, eliminating any risks that might expose their movements.
"Are you ready?"
Doflamingo asked in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with a kind of ambition, as if all of this preparation was only for this moment of explosion.
"Not yet, Young Master."
Trebol replied easily, seemingly having a thorough understanding of the complex layout inside the base.
"Let's wait a moment longer. After confirming that their actions cannot be coordinated in the chaos, we can launch the attack."
Time quietly passed, and the tense atmosphere in the air gradually thickened.
Finally, Trebol's gaze slightly focused, and he turned to Doflamingo, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Young Master, the time has come."
Doflamingo smiled coldly, exuding a strong aura of dominance.
"Then let's begin."
With a wave of his hand, the Shadow Squad, upon receiving the order, suddenly attacked, wandering inside and outside the base like ghosts, disrupting the rhythm of all the enemies.
As the communication system within the base was destroyed, the alarm sound abruptly stopped, and a deathly silence enveloped the entire base.
Doflamingo led the family members and quickly began their attack.
There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes, only coldness and decisiveness.
"I'll let you know who the true master in the shadows of this sea world is."
He murmured to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if waiting for an opportunity, a storm sufficient to change everything.
Under this silent night sky, the moonlight spilled down like liquid silver, the air so heavy that one could almost hear their own breathing.
"Whish..."
In the distance, the waves gently lapped against the reefs, as if the sea was also holding its breath, foreshadowing some inevitable storm.
A small base of the World Government, far from the noise of the battlefield, was so quiet that one almost forgot its existence.
The higher-ups within the base were unaware, busy dealing with those unchanging daily routines, or completing one trivial order after another.
The outside seemed calm, but undercurrents were surging.
And at this seemingly peaceful moment, an assassination targeting these higher-ups quietly unfolded.
On the periphery of the base, darkness and shadow merged into one.
Several figures glided silently in this deep night, like ghosts shuttling around the base.
Every step was extremely cautious, their footsteps light, as if the air under their feet did not dare to make a sound.
The eyes of each assassin revealed a chill, calm, firm, as if their lives were already integrated with their mission at this moment.
The leading assassin directed in a low voice, the baton in his hand waving gently, signaling everyone to continue forward.
His eyes were sharp, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, staring intently at those higher-ups who were about to become their targets.
As they gradually approached, the atmosphere of the entire base became more and more tense, every nerve in the assassins' bodies was stretched tightly, and their heartbeats couldn't help but accelerate—they knew that every second that followed was crucial.
"Target locked."
The leading assassin said calmly, his voice low, almost disappearing into the night wind.
A hard-to-hide sharpness flashed in his eyes, as if he could already foresee everything that was about to happen.
Inside the base, several higher-ups were having a final strategic discussion in a closed conference room.
The light sound of clinking glasses, the sound of turning paper, and the occasional whispers of instructions, all of this converged into the daily movement of this base.
And at this moment, the surrounding air suddenly became silent, and the inexplicable pressure made people's hearts tremble.
Outside the door of the conference room, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, his movements swift and precise.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if everything was under control.
At this moment, his goal was very clear—the lives of these higher-ups would become the ladder for him to reach a new stage.
"Attack!"
The assassin's command was spat out from the leader's mouth like a ghost, and in that instant, several figures rushed towards the conference room almost simultaneously.
Each assassin had prepared their weapons, quickly passed through the corridor, and accurately aimed at those targets.
At the same time, the higher-ups in the conference room suddenly realized some kind of uneasy atmosphere, a higher-up frowned and quickly stood up.
"Something's not right, it sounds like there's movement outside."
He said in a low voice, a trace of alertness flashing in his eyes.
