One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 240: The Strategists’ Gambit, Finalizing a Sky-High Relocation Fee

Chapter 240: Chapter 240: The Strategists’ Gambit, Finalizing a Sky-High Relocation Fee

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Chapter 240: The Strategists’ Gambit, Finalizing a Sky-High Relocation Fee

Sengoku roared at the Transponder Snail, his voice so loud it startled even Garp.

"That is Marine Headquarters! The fortress of Justice! Every brick and tile here is soaked in the blood and glory of the Navy!"

"The situation in the Grand Line is so chaotic right now. The Four Emperors of the New World are watching like tigers. If we move Headquarters to the weakest East Blue at this time, the balance of the sea will collapse instantly!"

"How will the pirates view us? How will the allied nations view us?"

"You are joking with the safety of the world!"

The Five Elders on the other end obviously didn’t expect Sengoku’s reaction to be so intense.

Usually, this Fleet Admiral was submissive. Today he dared to speak so loudly?

"Sengoku! Mind your status!"

Warcury shouted angrily, "This is an order! You only need to execute it!"

"I can’t execute it!"

Sengoku slammed his palm on the table, making the teacups jump. "Hundreds of thousands of soldiers’ families are here! Impel Down holds countless heinous criminals! And the massive logistics supply lines!"

"Relocate? Easy for you to say!"

"The transport cost alone is an astronomical figure! And the morale issue—soldiers will think we are deserters, fleeing to the East Blue because we fear the pirates of the New World!"

"Once this order is given, there will be a mutiny within the Navy!"

The more Sengoku spoke, the more agitated he became, as if he were truly heartbroken over the Navy’s future.

Garp picked up a senbei from the floor, staring dumbfounded at his old comrade.

This acting...

If he hadn’t seen Sengoku writing that report just now, he would have almost believed it.

The Five Elders fell silent.

Although they held high positions, they knew the difficulty of moving a military base, let alone the world’s largest one.

The difficulties Sengoku mentioned truly existed.

But Lord Imu’s order was absolute.

"Then what do you want?"

Nusjuro’s voice came coldly, carrying a hint of compromise. "As long as the relocation can be completed within a month, and you ensure the Navy’s combat power does not decline, any condition can be raised."

Hooked.

Sengoku took a deep breath. His tone softened slightly, but was still full of "helplessness."

"Since it is a death order from above, as a soldier, I can naturally only obey."

"However, to soothe the military’s heart, to ensure Justice does not fall..."

Sengoku paused, then opened his mouth wide like a lion: "First, the military budget must be doubled."

"Impossible!" Ju Peter refused instinctively. "This year’s budget is already the highest in history!"

"Then there’s nothing to talk about." Sengoku snorted coldly. "Moving fees, settlement fees, construction fees for the new base, and the cost of relaying the intelligence network... No money? Do you want the soldiers to swim there?"

"...Fine. Doubled." Nusjuro agreed through gritted teeth.

"Secondly."

The corner of Sengoku’s mouth finally hooked into an imperceptible arc. "The defense facilities in the East Blue are too poor. I want all of Dr. Vegapunk’s latest research results equipped to Headquarters as a priority."

"Including that batch of Pacifistas still in the experimental stage, and the deployment rights for all Sea Stone warships."

"Sengoku, you are looting a burning house!" Saturn raged.

"I am doing this to protect the Holy Land!" Sengoku said righteously. "The Holy Land is moving to the East Blue. If the defense power can’t keep up, what if pirates launch a sneak attack? I am considering your safety!"

The Five Elders fell silent again.

Although they knew Sengoku was ripping them off, this reason was too impeccable.

"Approved."

"Third." Sengoku glanced at Garp and Kizaru beside him. "This dungeon operation proved the power of otherworldly forces. I need the World Government to open the Devil Fruit treasury reserves. As a reward, they will be distributed to officers who perform outstandingly during the relocation mission."

"Also, regarding future dealings with that shop in Foosha Village, the Navy wants autonomous control. The World Government must not interfere with the Navy’s strengthening path."

This was Sengoku’s core objective.

Financial independence, resource tilting, and autonomy over power.

Urgent discussion sounds came from the other end of the phone.

Clearly, these conditions touched their bottom line.

But time waited for no one.

Lord Imu’s patience was limited.

"...As long as you can complete the relocation on time."

Saturn’s voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. "We... agree to everything."

"But Sengoku, if we don’t see a complete Marine Headquarters in the East Blue in a month, prepare to retire in Impel Down!"

Click.

The phone hung up.

The office fell into a deathly silence.

Sengoku maintained the posture of holding the receiver, stiff for a few seconds.

Then, he slowly put down the receiver and collapsed into his chair as if exhausted.

"Phew..."

Expelling a breath of turbid air, the exhaustion on Sengoku’s face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented glowing flush.

"Pfft-hahahaha!"

Garp finally couldn’t hold it back. He sprayed senbei crumbs everywhere, clutching his stomach and laughing wildly.

"Sengoku! You old fox! Too insidious! Simply too insidious!"

"That look of ’I will risk death to admonish for the sake of Justice’ just now—I was almost tricked into tears!"

Kizaru also sat up straight, pushing his sunglasses, his tone carrying a few points of sincere admiration.

"Ye~ truly an eye-opener, Fleet Admiral."

"Not only did you turn an impossible proposal into a death order from above, but you also scammed the military budget for the next ten years in passing."

"Is this the so-called ’Wise General’? Such scary calculations."

Sengoku rolled his eyes at the two of them, picked up the cold tea on the table, and drank it in one gulp.

"Cut the sarcasm."

"Garp, since the funds are in place, your Taijutsu special training can be officially listed as a compulsory Navy course."

"And Borsalino, don’t fall behind on your Dust Release development. I’ll have Vegapunk cooperate with you to study the principles of photon decomposition."

Sengoku stood up and walked to the window, looking at the busy soldiers below. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Since even the Holy Land is moving there, it means Foosha Village is the veritable center of the world."

"Blake’s shop... no, that world."

"We, the Navy, have finally secured a first-class ticket this time."

He turned around, looking at his two old partners, his voice sonorous and powerful.

"Pass the order!"

"The entire army is on Level 1 Combat Readiness!"

"Target—East Blue!"

"We are going to welcome... the New Era!"

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