One Piece : Admiral Falcon is Pissed off again today!

But before the white-haired youth could finish his grandstanding speech, someone interrupted him.

"Hina is about to lose it! Who knew Smoker could be such a chatterbox?"

"Hina has gathered all the information and confirmed it without error. Let's move quickly!"

"If we're not swift enough, Michael will hang us with seastones and spin us on a fan all day long!"

"Or worse, string us up on the streetlights outside Marine HQ for a whole day!"

Hearing Hina voice, Smoker instantly felt his head swell with frustration!

"Alright, alright! Enough, Hina! Why the hell are you bringing up those damned streetlights again?!"

"Does Michael have some twisted obsession with those dark, thick, hard objects or what?!"

The white-haired youth was the 17-year-old Smoker, while the identities of the others were self-evident.

The pink-haired girl berating Smoker was Hina.

In just two years, aside from her still slightly youthful face, her figure had already matched that of the mature woman from the original story.

The two studying the greatsword 'Shipcutter' and playing the straight man were naturally T-Bone and Shu.

And the golden-haired beauty who maintained a perpetually smiling expression yet exuded an inexplicable pressure was, of course, Stella.

"You're the Marines' special forces?!"

"Correct guess. As a reward, I'll send you to reunite with your crewmates right now."

Smoker nodded solemnly, the smoke emanating from his body swiftly invading the noses and mouths of all the pirates before them.

Carbon monoxide poisoning was a particularly torturous way to die.

For scum like them, whose crimes had been confirmed, death couldn't come too easily.

Soon, under the dual agony of suffocation and carbon monoxide poisoning, the pirates initially thrashed and convulsed wildly before their movements gradually slowed, finally settling into complete stillness.

These scum lives ultimately met their in agony.

At this moment, Stella spoke up.

"Search below. Let's see what they've brought out from the Calm Belt."

"Yes, ma'am."

Everyone sprang into action immediately.

Over the past two years, Stella had effectively been their commander during missions.

Michael only assigned tasks and pointed them in the right direction, while Issho never joined their operations, instead accompanying Michael as they roamed the seas.

Thus, Stella had become the de facto leader of this secret special forces unit.

After dividing tasks, everyone entered the ship's cabins.

Given that these were pirates with a 76 million berry bounty, their vessel was indeed sizable.

After a while, they finally had results.

"Stella, we found a large stash of gold and treasures in the lowest storage hold, along with... three little girls! Judging by their attire, they're likely from Amazon Lily."

"Everything else is just food for covering it up!"

"Take it all."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hina looked at the three girls before her—beautiful young maidens just beginning to bloom, appearing a few years younger than herself.

She couldn't help but frown.

Rarely did she experience such empathy.

"When Rear Admiral Michael purged Sabaody Archipelago back then, Hina missed it. What a shame!"

"Fortunately, Hina chose to join the SWORD Secret Special Forces. Now Hina has more chances to rid the seas of such scum!"

Smoker sighed, then lifted the chest of treasures and headed for the deck.

"Come on, Hina. Let's get them out of here."

Hina nodded and extended her hand to create bars, gently lifting the three girls.

To her now, the weight of the girls was no different from a feather.

They had clearly been given a heavy dose of sleeping pills—otherwise, with the chaos on deck turning into a bloodbath, how could they still be sleeping so soundly?

Thankfully, they were from Amazon Lily.

An ordinary person would've been sent straight to the afterlife by that dosage.

After leaving the cabin and returning to their own marine ship, the cleanup began.

"Right Angle Fencing—T-Bone Big Bird!"

"Rust—Tide!"

The ones who struck were the chill duo, T-Bone and Shu.

Over the past two years, the two of them had used these same techniques to send countless smuggling ships and pirate vessels to the bottom of the sea.

Their methods of disposing of evidence were second nature by now.

They still remembered how, when Michael first taught them this approach, they had been somewhat reluctant.

Now, they were thoroughly enjoying it.

Of course, this was also one of the main reasons why the Celestial Dragons and the World Government had failed to uncover any information about this secret special unit.

First, slice it apart—then corrode it into dust.

The most excessive part was scattering the remains into the endless expanse of the ocean…

No matter how powerful the World Government was, how could they possibly find anything when even the ashes had been scattered to the winds?

Even if they dragged over all CP agency, they wouldn't find a single trace!

"On my command—move out!"

Stella glanced at the three girls Hina had secured, then gave Shu a nod.

"Ah, the good times are coming to an end. Soon, we'll have to regroup with that freak, Michael."

"...Hina feels the need to remind you—think back to the last time you called him that. You were bedridden for three whole days."

"Damn it! Wasn't that because you snitched on me!?"

"Hina was just helping you correct your mistake..."

***

Grand Line, Dadanio Island.

"Behehehe~ Hey, Doffy, that pirate named Baruka actually dared to ask us to help him sell slaves to the Celestial Dragons at a time like this!"

"How many times have I told you, Trebol?! Don't suddenly get so close to me!"

The still-young Doflamingo's sense of fashion hadn't yet fully descended into his infamous flamingo outfit hadn't made its debut.

Instead, he wore a plain black shirt with a loosely tied red necktie draped over it…

Not that it looked much better.

"Rosinante, this isn't a big job. I mainly wanted you to see how our Donquixote Family operates."

Doflamingo turned his head slightly, addressing his long-lost younger brother, now reunited with him.

Rosinante merely nodded in response, saying nothing.

At the moment, he wore a hood adorned with a red heart, his outfit resembling a twisted variation of a jester's costume, topped off with a long coat made of black feathers.

He was already imagining how Michael, Shu and the others would mock him if they saw him in this getup.

As for why he was here…

A year ago, he had still been operating with the secret special unit.

But one day, Michael had called him alone to the deck and assigned him an undercover mission.

Thus, Rosinante joined the Donquixote Family several years earlier than in the original storyline.

At this time, Doflamingo was younger and more trusting of others.

Moreover, since his humanity had not yet completely eroded, he placed considerable trust in his long-lost younger brother.

Rosinante also hadn't forgotten Michael's instructions.

"Rosinante, whether your elder brother lives or dies depends on whether you can arrest him before he becomes irredeemable."

TN : Okay imma be real guys, this is a harem and one of them is someone you never expect. care to guess who she is ?