The report in the document is very detailed.
After the first patrol team went missing, the Stationed Corps established contact with Fishman Island, and the response from Dragon Palace Kingdom was also swift.
Over there, there are no entry records for the Endgame trade convoy or patrol team.
Upon hearing of this matter, Neptune even deployed the Kingdom Army to search around, but found no traces around Fishman Island.
Which means.
The missing convoy, or the Stationed Corps patrol team, disappeared en route from Dressrosa to Fishman Island before being coated to enter the sea.
There are only a few islands in between.
The range has suddenly narrowed significantly.
"The patrol team is sufficiently staffed, but lacks high-level combat strength to hold the line, hence requesting deployment of a Combat Corps Captain-level cadre to assist in the search."
"A very reasonable suggestion."
Shano closed the document, tossed it back, and lifted his gaze:
"However, just Captain-level is still not very safe, might as well send the highest-ranking cadre directly to take a look."
"Hey, who to send?"
Angewomon tilted her head, asking curiously.
"Jack, that guy, has been following me to handle affairs all around lately, hasn't he been complaining about being idle?"
Shano said indifferently, "Perfect timing, let him take a trip to stretch his muscles. Tell Jack, no need to be too courteous. I want to see which mindless Pirates dare to mess with my Endgame people."
He feels at ease with Jack handling things.
From last year on Fishman Island, Jack's methods in dealing with the New Fishman Pirate Crew show it clearly.
Jack is rough but meticulous, only in battle when encountering rare strong enemies is he prone to rashness, otherwise he can handle things independently.
"Yes, Master!"
Receiving the order, Angewomon immediately retreated, transforming into a lightning bolt and disappeared into the distance.
Meanwhile, Shano, after watching Angewomon disappear into the clouds, refocused his attention back on training.
He slightly stretched his joints, then raised his arms and assumed the starting stance of the Tornado Iron Slash Fist.
Although he has been training continuously for more than twenty hours.
But with his physique, this level doesn't even tire him at all.
With this progress...
Faster than planned! In just a week, he can master the Tornado Iron Slash Fist to Great Success!
...
Two days later.
Near the entrance to the New World, a sea area shrouded in thick fog.
"Haven't broken through yet? Why won't this damn fog end!"
Jack paced back and forth at the bow of the ship, his face filled with restless impatience.
He arrived yesterday morning and accompanied the Stationed Corps fleet in investigation non-stop for a whole day and night.
Until last night, everything was going smoothly, advancing systematically, but from dawn, upon entering this fog, everything started going wrong.
The Log Pose spun erratically, and the Radio Snail signal became unstable, unable to communicate with the outside world.
The fleet had been wandering in the fog for several hours now, and not only couldn't find the exit, but couldn't even determine their location.
What the hell is going on!
This is his first time leading a long-distance expedition alone, before coming, he didn't even consider this a difficult task, confidently betting in front of everyone!
If he ends up lost and missing himself, requiring Shano to send other cadres for rescue...
Then he, the dignified Lord Jack with a 1.42 billion Belly bounty, would be utterly humiliated!
"Something's very wrong, Lord."
The fleet's Navigator approached at this moment, reporting with sweat all over his head:
"I have over twenty years of sailing experience, but even in the New World, I've never encountered fog this vast...it's like seeing a ghost, there's never been talk of this area having such a thing, nearly like the Devil's Triangle Ship area!"
"Hmm? You mean that normally, even in the New World, such a large fog shouldn't suddenly appear?"
Jack halted his steps, turning with a frown.
"Theoretically, yes..."
"What theory! Just answer yes or no!"
"Yes, yes..."
"Then someone's playing tricks!"
Waiting for that affirmation, Jack decisively concluded aloud, his expression suddenly ferocious, "Devil Fruit Ability User, right...there's no other possibility, I should've realized earlier!"
Eh?
The Navigator and others were dumbfounded, isn't this a bit too reckless...
"Order! All vessels anchor in place!"
Jack roughly tore off his coat, nostrils spewing two streams of hot white air, "Let me face this ghostly pretender!"
On saying these words.
He leapt over the rail.
Swish!
To everyone's amazed stares, Jack actually stepped on Moonwalk, soaring directly into the sky over hundreds of meters, looked around a bit, then roared, charging towards certain direction in the thick fog.
At the same time, drawing his Crescent Scythe, relentlessly slashing through the mist, while shouting continuously, "Found you, get out here!"
The crew looked at each other in confusion.
"Uh...has Lord Jack detected the source of trouble?"
"I doubt it..." someone muttered, "see after charging there, he instantly changes direction, keeps running and slashing…"
"Isn't it just rummaging around?"
Another crew member said with a wry smile, "Both Moonwalk and nonstop slashing consume a lot of stamina."
"This is probably Lord Jack's style…"