I, Kizaru, only came to the chat group after I became invincible

Chapter 471 The Predator
The next morning, while most of the Straw Hat Pirates were still sleeping in the inn, Borsalino was already up.

He stood by the window, watching the streets of Green Harbor gradually awaken. Morning light spilled onto the sea, fishing boats began to set sail, vendors began to set up their stalls—everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

But Borsalino knew that this calm was often just a facade. As a former admiral, he understood the nature of the world all too well—danger always lurked in any seemingly peaceful place.

"I'll go check out the Marine headquarters today," he muttered to himself. "To learn about the situation in this area, it'll be good preparation for the Straw Hat Pirates' voyage."

Although he now travels with the Straw Hat Pirates, his identity remains unique. He is neither a Marine nor a full-fledged pirate. He is simply a traveler who has chosen his own path.

Borsalino quietly left the inn without alerting anyone. He knew Luffy and the others had played hard yesterday and would probably sleep until noon today.

The naval branch in Green Harbor is located on a small hill on the east side of the port. The building is not large, but it has a good location overlooking the entire port.

Borsalino strolled leisurely along the path leading to the branch. It was a flagstone path lined with trees on both sides. The morning air was fresh, and the occasional chirping of birds could be heard.

About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the entrance of the naval branch.

Two young naval soldiers were on guard duty. When they saw Borsalino, they paused for a moment, then immediately saluted.

“Good morning.” Borsalino nodded amicably. “Is your superior officer in?”

“Yes, yes!” one of the soldiers said nervously. Although Borsalino’s current identity is somewhat ambiguous, as a former admiral, his presence remains strong.

“I want to talk to him,” Borsalino said.

"Please follow me!" The soldier immediately led the way.

The interior of the naval branch was simple, lacking the grandeur of the headquarters, but everything was well-organized. Wanted posters and naval slogans hung on the corridor walls.

The soldier led Borsalino to an office on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A steady voice came from inside.

Borsalino pushed open the door and entered.

The office wasn't large, but it was very tidy. Behind a desk sat a man in his fifties, wearing a naval captain's uniform, with short, gray hair and several scars on his face, clearly a seasoned veteran.

When the colonel saw the visitor, he was completely stunned. He slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions, including shock, confusion, and awe.

“General Poporusalino?!” His voice trembled slightly.

“That was true before,” Borsalino said slowly. “Just call me Borsalino now.”

“This…this is impossible…” The colonel was clearly conflicted. “You are…how did you come to Green Harbor?”

“We just happened to be passing by during our travels.” Borsalino found a chair and sat down. “The ship needs repairs, so we’re staying for a few days.”

The colonel was silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information. Then he sat down and looked intently at Borsalino.

“Excuse my intrusion,” the colonel said cautiously. “We’ve all heard things about your departure from the Navy. Although there’s no official announcement from headquarters, there are many rumors.”

“Rumors are rumors,” Borsalino said dismissively. “I just feel it’s time for a change of lifestyle.”

“I understand.” The colonel nodded. Although he had many questions, he knew he shouldn’t ask too many. “So, what brings you to the branch today?”

“I just wanted to get a feel for the situation in this area,” Borsalino said. “Any recent pirate activity I should be wary of?”

The colonel sighed, a worried expression on his face.

“Yes. And the situation is terrible.” He took several documents from the drawer. “Recently, a gang called the ‘Blood Shark Pirates’ has been operating in these waters. The captain is called ‘Blood Shark’ Carlos, and his bounty is 80 million Berries.”

“Eighty million.” Borsalino took the document and examined it. “Not too high, but not low either.”

The photo on the wanted poster shows Carlos as a burly middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face and a fierce look in his eyes. He is shirtless, revealing his muscular physique.

“The bounty isn’t the key issue,” the colonel said seriously. “The key issue is the extremely cruel style of this pirate crew. They not only rob merchant ships, but also specifically target small villages and fishing villages.”

“Oh?” Borsalino frowned slightly. “Tell me more.”

The colonel opened another document, which detailed the crimes of the Blood Shark Pirates.

“Three weeks ago, they attacked Sea Breeze Village to the north, looting the villagers, burning down more than a dozen houses, and killing five villagers who tried to resist.” The colonel’s voice was filled with anger. “Two weeks ago, they attacked Coral Island to the west, kidnapping young women and demanding ransom. Although we eventually rescued the hostages, two have already…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

“A week ago, they attacked a merchant ship. They not only stole the cargo but also threw all the crew overboard.” The colonel clenched his fist. “We only managed to save three men; the other twelve drowned.”

“It’s truly appalling.” Borsalino’s tone remained calm, but his eyes turned cold. “Didn’t you take any action?”

“We took them down,” the colonel said with a wry smile. “I led the team out three times, but they escaped each time. Blood Shark Carlos is a Fish-Fish Fruit user, and his form is a hammerhead shark. At sea, his advantage is too great.”

“The Fish-Fish Fruit.” Borsalino nodded. “It’s indeed troublesome.”

“And his crew are all highly skilled,” the colonel continued. “First mate ‘Sharp Blade’ Mark, bounty of forty-five million, excellent swordsmanship. Combatant ‘Iron Fist’ Greg, bounty of thirty-eight million, expert in hand-to-hand combat. And sniper ‘Hawkeye’ Jack, bounty of thirty million.”

“A captain with superpowers, plus three high-bounty officers,” Borsalino assessed. “For a branch of your size, this is indeed a difficult task.”

The Green Port branch was a small unit with fewer than a hundred marines, most of whom were ordinary soldiers. Although the colonel was an experienced warrior, he was indeed overwhelmed in the face of such a powerful pirate crew.

“I’ve already requested support from headquarters,” the colonel said. “But headquarters says they’re short-staffed and won’t be able to send anyone for at least a month.”

“A month,” Borsalino murmured. “Given the Blood Shark Pirates’ modus operandi, how many more crimes will they commit in a month?”

“Yes,” the colonel said painfully. “That’s what I fear most. Every few days, I worry I’ll receive news of an attack on some village.”

The office fell into silence.

Borsalino looked at the documents in his hand, deep in thought. Although he was no longer a Marine, that didn't mean he was oblivious to evil.

"Where are they now?" he asked suddenly.

"According to the latest intelligence, their ship was spotted yesterday fifty nautical miles south of Port Green," the colonel said. "It may still be loitering in the area."

“Is that so?” Borsalino stood up. “Then I’ll go take care of it.”

"What?!" The colonel stared at him in surprise. "You're going to...take action?"

“Hmm.” Borsalino nodded slowly. “Since we’re passing by, helping out a little won’t hurt. Besides…”

He looked out the window at the calm harbor.

“It would be such a waste if such a peaceful place were destroyed by those guys.” “But… what is your current status?” the colonel hesitated.

“My identity is unimportant,” Borsalino said. “What matters is that someone needs to be punished, and someone needs to be protected. This has nothing to do with whether I’m in the Navy or not.”

The colonel looked at Borsalino, his eyes gradually filled with respect and gratitude.

“Thank you!” He bowed deeply. “On behalf of all the residents of Green Harbor, I express my deepest gratitude to you!”

“No need to be so polite,” Borsalino waved his hand. “Do you have information on their recent activity patterns?”

“Yes!” The colonel immediately produced a detailed map and notes. “This is our summary of the Blood Shark Pirates’ modus operandi. They typically operate at dawn or dusk, and prefer to ambush lone ships.”

Borsalino studied the data carefully. He discovered that the Blood Shark Pirates did indeed have a certain modus operandi. They would patrol a certain sea area for several days, waiting for an opportunity to attack passing ships or nearby islands. After succeeding, they would sail to another sea area to avoid being hunted down.

“A clever tactic,” Borsalino commented. “But there are patterns to it.”

"What are your plans?" the colonel asked.

“The plan is simple,” Borsalino smiled. “Find them, then take care of them.”

“But finding them at sea won’t be easy,” the colonel said worriedly.

“It’s not easy for you,” Borsalino said, pointing to himself. “But it’s alright for me.”

The colonel then remembered who this person was. Borsalino was a user of the Glint-Glint Fruit, and his speed was unmatched by most in the world. Searching for targets at sea was indeed no difficult task for him.

“However,” Borsalino suddenly said, “there’s something I need to make clear.”

"What's up?"

"I will deal with the Blood Shark Pirates, but I won't hand them over to the Marines," Borsalino said calmly. "I will handle it my own way."

The colonel paused for a moment, then nodded. "I understand. Any method is acceptable as long as it stops them from continuing their evil deeds."

"That's good." Borsalino turned to leave.

“Wait a minute!” the colonel called out to him. “Let me at least prepare a ship for you. Although you can fly, having a ship at sea will be much more convenient.”

“No need,” Borsalino waved his hand. “I have my own way.”

“Then at least take this.” The colonel took a Den Den Mushi (snail phone) from his drawer. “That way we can stay in touch. If you need any support or intelligence, feel free to contact me.”

Borsalino thought for a moment and then took the Den Den Mushi.

"Okay. I'm leaving then."

"May your military career prosper!" The colonel saluted again.

Borsalino walked out of his office and down the corridor. The passing naval soldiers looked at him with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

A young soldier couldn't help but whisper to his comrade, "Is that really Admiral Kizaru?"

"It should be, but I heard he's no longer in the navy."

"Then what is he doing here?"

"I don't know, but it seems really impressive."

Borsalino heard the whispers but paid them no heed. He walked out of the branch building and into the courtyard.

Several soldiers who were training stopped what they were doing when they saw him, staring at this legendary figure in bewilderment.

“Keep training,” Borsalino said. “Don’t stop because of me.”

The soldiers quickly resumed training, but their movements became noticeably stiffer.

Borsalino walked to the edge of the yard and looked out at the sea. The sunlight shone on the shimmering surface of the sea, making it look so beautiful and peaceful.

But he knew that beneath the seemingly calm surface of the sea lurked countless dangers and evils.

“The Blood Shark Pirates…” he muttered to himself. “Let me see where you are.”

He closed his eyes and activated his Observation Haki. As a former Marine Admiral, his Observation Haki had an extremely wide range. Although he couldn't pinpoint a target fifty nautical miles away precisely, he could sense its general direction.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

"About forty nautical miles south-southeast." He confirmed the Blood Shark Pirates' approximate location. "It seems the intelligence was accurate."

His body began to glow, and the golden light grew stronger and stronger.

"Then, let's set off."

The next second, Borsalino transformed into a beam of light and soared into the sky.

The soldiers in the courtyard were stunned.

"It's flying?!"

"As expected of Admiral Kizaru!"

"So cool!"

The colonel stood by the office window, watching the golden light disappear into the distance, a relieved smile on his face.

“Please, General Borsalino,” he whispered. “No, I should say, please, Mr. Borsalino.”

On the sea, a menacing-looking pirate ship is slowly sailing.

The ship was painted black and red, and its prow featured a huge shark head statue with its jaws wide open, looking exceptionally ferocious. A black pirate flag fluttered on the mast, bearing a shark skull design.

This is the ship of the Blood Shark Pirates – the "Predator".

On deck, dozens of pirates were busy with their own tasks or resting. Some were cleaning their weapons, some were drinking and chatting, and others were repairing the sails. The atmosphere seemed relaxed, not at all like a group of criminals who had just committed numerous atrocities.

In the captain's cabin, Carlos was sitting in a chair with a nautical chart in front of him.

He was indeed as muscular and ferocious as the wanted poster depicted, with a bare upper body and bulging muscles, and a scar running from his forehead to his chin that made him look even more terrifying.

(End of this chapter)