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Immediately after the fortress gate was opened, a group of operators walked out and waved toward the people outside.
Ewart understood the situation instantly; he instructed the group and hurried over. He entered through the fortress gate and saw that the yard was filled with people squatting. There were also a dozen guards who had been shot and killed.
"Sorry, General," A special operator said as he approached Ewart. "As soon as we came in, there wasn't enough time before we were discovered, so we had to act."
"Oh?" Ewart frowned slightly and asked, "How were you discovered?"
"Because of this rat." An operator came over holding a dead rat in his hand. The rat was very small, only half the size of a palm.
Ewart examined it for a moment and guessed, "This is probably a creature unique to this world. We should be more careful in the future."
He then turned his head to look at the dozens of people being pointed at with guns by the operators. He took out a translation leaf and asked, "Who is the island master here?"
No one answered.
"No one?" Ewart smiled gently. This isn't difficult for an experienced warrior.
Immediately, a few troopers dragged away five people from the crowd, taking them to five separate rooms for interrogation. Not long after, one of the five could not withstand the interrogation.
"So it's you," Ewart said, looking at an obese middle-aged man among the captives.
A trooper stepped forward and pulled the obese middle-aged man out. The man immediately yelled.
"You can't kill me! I'm protected by the Government."
"The Government?" Ewart raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, I am an island master recognized by the World Government and I'm the magistrate here." Seeing that Ewart seemed rattled, the obese middle-aged man raised his head high and shouted, "If you hurt me, the Marines will hunt you down. The ocean is vast, but you won't be able to escape anywhere... Ah!"
His words were cut short when Ewart slapped him, causing the man's face to swell dramatically.
"Be quiet," Ewart scolded. "Now answer my questions. If you dare to speak out of turn again, you will be left without food!"
"Yes... yes... yes..." The obese middle-aged man touched the right side of his swollen face and immediately became obedient.
"How far is the nearest Marine from here?" Ewart asked.
From the obese man's earlier words, Ewart guessed that the World Government was the ruling organization in this world, and the Marines must be an important force under that alliance.
"It's close," the man said, his tone aggrieved. "It will take less than an hour for them to come over."
"That fast?" Ewart was slightly shocked.
"Of course!" The obese man replied proudly, "There is a large naval territory stationed nearby, under the command of Admiral Modo, with a Commander-Class Battleship that is super fast."
After saying that, he looked at Ewart with an expression of 'Are you afraid?'
"Commander-Class Battleship?" Ewart narrowed his eyes slightly.
In this island world, ships were vital. Although the Astra Militarum had brought a lot of weapons and equipment, it was impossible to transport all of them. Moreover, what the obese man had just said about rapid speed suggested that the Imperium's current level of shipbuilding likely could not meet such demands, as there was no pressing need for it yet.
"Immediately notify General Denis and the others to come over," Ewart quickly ordered.
The obese middle-aged man and the people in the courtyard were rounded up, and Ewart was just about to give other orders when...
Suddenly, a guard took advantage of a moment when a trooper turned his head, leaping up from the yard. Surprisingly, he jumped over the fortress gate in one go, landed outside, and attempted to escape. A gunshot rang out with a bang, and the guard covered his right leg, letting out a pained scream.
Seeing this scene, Ewart could not help but be slightly surprised. He immediately asked someone to bring the guard in.
"Is this a supernatural ability in this world?" Ewart thought to himself.
After a trooper bandaged the guard, Ewart interrogated him, "You are different from others; how do you jump so high?"
At this, the guard looked at Ewart in surprise and said, "You don't know about the Devil Fruit?"
"Devil Fruit?" Ewart frowned slightly.
"There are people in this world who don't know about the Devil Fruit," the guard said, blinking. "I just ate a jumping fruit; that's why I have such jumping power!"
"So, this Devil Fruit is a plant fruit?" Ewart inquired.
"Something like that," the guard nodded, saying, "Eating it is like eating ordinary fruits, but it can give people all kinds of abilities."
"Who are you, anyway?" The guard glanced at Ewart and the Astra Militarum warriors suspiciously. "I've never seen anyone like you before..."
"You don't need to know who we are," Ewart said coldly. "Is there anyone else like you, a Devil Fruit user, here?"
"There is not," the guard shook his head. "Devil Fruits are rare; I only got one by luck. If I hadn't needed to escape, I wouldn't have used it at all."
"You came here as a guard; you had other purposes, right?" Ewart asked with a smile.
"This obese guy is not a good person. Ever since he became the island master here, the people below have been living miserable lives," the guard snorted coldly. "I sneaked in just to kill him."
After a pause, the guard looked at Ewart and said, "As long as you can eradicate these terrible people, I promise to keep quiet about this, including the other people on the island, and won't inform the Marines!"
"Is the Marine powerful?" Ewart asked.
"Of course," a hint of scorn flashed in the guard's eyes as he spoke. "This obese man became the island master here because his sister is a mistress to Commander Modo."
"You'd better finish killing people and run away. If Modo finds out, your fate will be terrible," the guard advised.
"Admiral Modo?" Ewart pondered this as he was about to ask something when footsteps approached from outside.
Ewart turned to see Fleming and the others trotting over quickly.
"I have a clear picture of your situation here," Fleming said as soon as he entered. "I have an idea."
"Just in time; I also have an idea," Ewart replied.
The two men exchanged knowing smiles, preparing for their big job ahead.