The two walked along the coastline towards the inland, through a dense jungle, and finally arrived in front of a hidden cave.
Immediately after,
The staff behind them stepped forward and pushed open the closed stone door, revealing an empty warehouse inside, with only a few scattered boxes of phones piled lonely in the corner.
Morgans looked at the empty warehouse, a hint of helplessness on his face; he had long known that the phones would sell quickly, but he hadn't expected them to sell so fast.
Ron walked into the warehouse alone, leaving Morgans and the others waiting outside.
A moment later, he completed the purchase through the system's store.
He was not short of money at all; the TikTok earnings gave him too much money, more than he could ever spend. Ron was too lazy to count the string of zeros, as long as he could buy phones, that was enough.
Suddenly,
A pitch-black vortex appeared out of thin air at the top of the cave, initially only fist-sized, but rapidly expanding to over ten meters in diameter.
The next second, phones poured down from the vortex like a waterfall, and the crashing sound echoed through the cave.
Brand new phone packaging boxes fell like snowflakes, quickly piling up into a small mountain, then a hill, and finally almost filling the entire cave.
Ron calmly walked out of the warehouse, patting away non-existent dust from his body: "One billion units, that should last you a while."
His tone was as calm as if he had just poured a cup of tea.
"One...one billion?! I'm going to see!" Morgans heard Ron's words and was so shocked he could barely believe his ears.
He rushed into the warehouse, and when he saw the scene inside, all his feathers stood on end, his wings stiff, completely stunned by the sight before him.
After a few minutes, Morgans finally came to his senses, stumbling out, his wings trembling with excitement: "One...one billion?!" he stammered, "This...this will be enough to sell for a while!"
"Then how should we set the price?" Morgans asked, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Whatever you want," Ron said with a slight smile, a hint of ease in his tone. He knew that Morgans would naturally set the price according to market conditions, and he only needed to provide enough supply to ensure everyone could afford them.
"..."
...
Three days later,
Ron stood on the deck of the World Economic News Agency's airship, the breeze caressing his face, bringing a hint of coolness.
He chatted with Morgans, each holding a glass of wine, enjoying this rare leisure time.
These past few days, Ron had been reminiscing with Morgans on the airship, recalling interesting stories from the past.
Just then, Ron looked down at his phone; the number of TikTok users had already surpassed ninety-seven million, a number that brought a slight smile to his lips.
The number of TikTok users was steadily growing.
Behind him, News Birds were busy transporting boxes of phones to the ship's hold, and Morgans was excitedly flapping his wings beside him:
"Ron, look! Big news! This is definitely big news!"
Suddenly, a push notification popped up.
Ron tapped on the video and found Smoker standing in front of the Alabasta Palace, holding evidence of Dance Powder and revealing it to the public.
In the video, the White Hunter's resolute voice, accompanied by the ironclad evidence presented by the Royal Guard, quickly climbed to the top of TikTok's trending topics within ten minutes.
"Shichibukai Crocodile is the true mastermind behind this country's civil war!" Smoker's voice echoed in the video, every word seemingly carrying immense weight, striking directly at people's hearts.
Ron's fingertip gently slid across the screen, watching the comment section explode instantly:
"What? I already knew these Shichibukai guys weren't good people, but I didn't expect them to be exposed so soon."
"No wonder it hasn't rained in Alabasta for three years! With that stuff around, it would be strange if it did rain!"
"What is the Marine doing? Does someone like this deserve to be a Shichibukai?"
"Aren't they pirates to begin with? What's so surprising about them doing something like this."
"Poor people of Alabasta."
"...."
Ron looked at these comments, pondering inwardly.
He knew that the exposure of this video was not just a simple news event; it could trigger a series of chain reactions.
With Crocodile's true face revealed, the Marine's pressure would also increase.
And TikTok, as the platform for disseminating this event, its influence was constantly expanding.
...
Marineford, Marine Headquarters,
The afternoon sun streamed through the French windows into the Fleet Admiral's office, casting golden light on every object, making it exceptionally peaceful.
However, this tranquility was quickly broken.
Sengoku was half-reclining in a large leather office chair, his glasses slightly slipped to the tip of his nose, his finger slowly sliding across his phone screen.
Under his tightly furrowed brows, he was carefully scrutinizing every video: food shortages on a certain island in the South Sea, black market transactions in the West Blue, abnormal weather on the Grand Line... these were all intelligence he needed to prepare for.
Suddenly,
An urgent message popped up in the Marine high-level group chat.
Sengoku's fingertip paused, and Smoker's serious face was reflected in his glasses: "Shichibukai Crocodile is involved in rebellion. To prevent the Alabasta civil war from worsening, I have released a video exposing his crimes. I am currently apprehending him and request reinforcements from Headquarters!"
"Bastard!" Sengoku slammed his fist on the table, the solid wood desk cracking from the impact.
He quickly tapped on the video Smoker had attached: in the footage, Dance Powder piled up in the secret underground chamber of the Alabasta Palace, a recording of Crocodile's secret meeting with the rebel leader, and altered rainfall records... ironclad evidence!
The door to the Fleet Admiral's office was violently pushed open. Before the messenger could report, Sengoku had already ripped off his cape and roared: "Call an emergency meeting immediately! All Vice Admiral and above officers to assemble within five minutes!"
The roar made the windowpanes vibrate, and even the Marine soldiers standing guard outside involuntarily straightened their backs.
In the operations briefing room, Sengoku shared Smoker's video with everyone.
Akainu had also learned to use a phone. Although he initially disdained it, after using it, he found that it was truly enjoyable!
Not only could he quickly get news, but he could also browse information from various places, allowing his justice to be upheld at any time.
At this moment, watching the Alabasta video, he was furious, lava igniting in his fists, dripping onto the floor and burning black holes: "The Shichibukai system is a mistake!"
"It's rare that I agree with him for once," Aokiji leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, in strong agreement with Akainu's statement.
The Shichibukai were pirates to begin with; the World Government must have been out of their minds to think of legitimizing them.
Kizaru was still looking down, scrolling through videos. He was too lazy to bother with these matters; otherwise, if he had to deal with every single one, what would be the point of his retirement? He might as well work until he's buried.
Everyone else also frowned while watching the video, angered by Crocodile's actions.
"Kuzan!" Sengoku slammed his fist on the strategic map, creating a dent at Alabasta's location, "You are to depart immediately for Alabasta! You must apprehend Crocodile and bring him to justice!"
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