Chương 1392: On top of the war (4)

Hearing this, Luffy's eyes widened, shining with excitement and determination.

He grabbed the map spread out on the table and stared closely at the location marked on the sixth floor, unwilling to let go as if he had found a treasure.

"Great, I must rescue Ace!"

Luffy was so excited that he almost shouted out loud. He clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly, showing his uncontrollable eagerness.

Then, Luffy raised his head, looked at Ivankov sincerely, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you very much, Ivankov, and please send me back. I will go to the sixth floor to rescue Ace immediately!"

His tone was firm and decisive, without any hesitation.

However, Ivankov frowned, shook his head worriedly, and reminded: "Are you going to rush in rashly like this? Don't forget that the sixth floor is not a place that is so easy to enter. There are strict monitoring facilities everywhere. As long as you step into the sixth floor, your whereabouts will be exposed instantly. By then, let alone saving your brother, I'm afraid you will be imprisoned in this prison!"

After hearing this, Luffy's expression was stunned at first, but he quickly regained his determination.

He gritted his teeth and said firmly: "So what? No matter how difficult it is, I must rescue Ace!"

There was an indomitable fire burning in his eyes, which made people feel his unshakable faith.

Ivankov stared at Luffy quietly, looking at his face full of determination.

As time passed, there was silence between the two.

Finally, after a long time, Ivankov sighed deeply.

As if moved by Luffy's persistence, he said helplessly: "Forget it, since you insist so much, I will have no choice but to accompany you to venture into this dangerous place!"

Luffy was so happy that he almost jumped up and said with tears of gratitude: "Thank you so much! With your help, we will be able to rescue Ace successfully!"

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the moment of his reunion with Ace.

Luffy was extremely anxious and couldn't wait to stand up immediately.

However, in an instant, his face suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple.

Although he tried his best and exerted all his strength, his body seemed to be under a spell and showed no signs of moving.

Moreover, as he continued to increase his strength, a piercing pain came from all over his body, hitting his nerves wave after wave like a tide.

"Wait, don't move! Your injuries are very serious and you can't move at all now!"

Ivankov finally came to his senses at this point and realized Luffy's condition.

"No! I have to save Ace!"

Luffy shouted loudly, his eyes revealing great determination and indomitable spirit.

As he said this, he began to struggle hard, completely ignoring the severe pain in his body.

Looking at Luffy's unwavering and unflinching expression, Ivankov couldn't help but feel helpless.

But he knew that if Luffy was not allowed to recover his mobility as soon as possible, with his stubborn character, he would definitely rush out regardless of everything, which would only make the situation worse.

"Well, you're awesome! But don't move around anymore. Just lie still. I'll give you a shot of a powerful hormone that will quickly restore your body to its prime!"

Ivankov walked quickly forward as he spoke.

He stretched out his hands, and his ten fingers turned into densely packed pinhole shapes in an instant.

The next moment, Ivankov injected the hormone in his hand into Luffy's body without hesitation.

With the entry of hormones, Luffy's originally weak body quickly regained vitality, just like the earth that had been dry for a long time and finally received rain.

He could clearly feel that his physical strength was recovering steadily, and that long-lost powerful force was returning to him little by little.

After just a moment, Luffy felt his whole body filled with strength.

He suddenly jumped up, landed steadily on the bed, then clenched his fists tightly, feeling the surging power flowing through his body.

"Save Ace!"

Luffy roared at the top of his lungs, and the sound seemed to break through the clouds and shake the earth and sky.

At the same time, far away at the Navy Headquarters, a tense atmosphere filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

The execution time is approaching every second, just like the footsteps of death are gradually approaching.

Right in front of the cell where Ace was being held, two burly soldiers with serious expressions walked towards him with steady steps.

They came to the cell door and opened it skillfully without any hesitation.

After entering the cell, the two walked straight to where Ace was without saying a word.

They walked up to Ace coldly, bent down, and untied the heavy shackles from Ace's feet.

Then, one of them pulled Ace up with force, while the other held Ace's wrist tightly, which was injured from wearing shackles for a long time, and then led him out slowly.

Ace kept his head down the whole time, saying nothing, and he seemed unusually silent and depressed.

However, the moment he stepped out of the cell, a crystal clear tear quietly slid down from the corner of his eye.

That teardrop was like the brightest star in the night sky, flashing a faint but eye-catching light.

It rolled down Ace's cheek and finally dripped gently onto the ground, splashing a tiny amount of water.

It seemed that at this moment, Ace's thoughts had drifted far away. Perhaps he was recalling the happy times he had spent with his friends, or perhaps he was thinking of those warm and beautiful memories.

Although he was filled with emotions, he still chose to endure everything silently, keeping his lips tightly closed and continuing to move forward without saying a word.

At this moment, there are less than three hours left until the execution.

In important cities and spacious squares in every corner of the world, huge screens suddenly emerged like mushrooms after a rain.

These screens stand in the center of the square, attracting countless people's attention.

People gathered around the screen, anxiously waiting for the execution scene that was about to unfold before their eyes with a nervous mood.

From time to time, there were whispers among the crowd: "Will Whitebeard really come?"

This question spread among the crowd like ripples, triggering more discussions and speculation.

"Of course he will. Whitebeard will never tolerate his sons suffering such a great humiliation in public! For this overlord of the sea, he would rather see his children die heroically in battle than have their dignity trampled upon in the slightest!"

The man who knew Whitebeard's character well said this in a firm tone.