You have what I don’t have, and you don’t have what I have, so here’s the question… What did the pangolin say
Ron looked at Vegapunk in shock: "Someone has completed the transfer of superhuman fruits earlier than you! Don't you have any ideas? Or is it just this idea, copy it?"
"if not?"
Vegapunk asked strangely, then suddenly realized, and explained: "In my eyes, there is only one thing that is the most important. For it, I can accept it no matter what the price."
"What is it?"
"unknown!"
"unknown?"
"That's right!"
Vegapunk buried his head and recorded something on the document. As he wrote, he said: "In fact, I don't care about the glory of the world's number one scientist. But if I can use the false name I have to achieve the renaissance of science, then this kind of I am willing to accept the role.”
"Everything is to explore the end of science."
"In addition, I also value reality, just like... my hometown, the future kingdom of Balkimoa."
Speaking of this, a rare trace of tenderness appeared on the face of this man who smelled like motor oil. But instead of continuing, he changed the subject.
"Science is valuable knowledge for mankind, so the existence value of science is to help mankind achieve its goals, and it must have practical effects."
"Rather than who completed the transfer of the superhuman fruit before me, I am more concerned about what this technology can be used for."
"General Canglong came to see me today. He must have such a need, right?"
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Ron applauded in admiration.
"As expected of Vegapunk, yes, I do have something to ask for when I come today."
He put his hand into his arms and took out a gray orange-shaped fruit with spiral patterns on it and a strange appearance.
"This is the superhuman strong wall fruit. It can place everything inside the body of a person with abilities, just like a castle... and the objects entering the body will all become smaller, and all facilities in the castle are controlled by the person with abilities. It is a kind of , a very practical fruit ability.”
Throwing the Devil Fruit to Vegapunk, Ron smiled and said, "How is it? What do you think?"
"It sounds very good, but if it is transformed into a devil fruit item, the only thing that outsiders can use is that it can use the main body as a castle to absorb items. The other ones are not controlled by subjective consciousness and are purely cumbersome."
Vegapunk's eyes lit up as he spoke: "I think I know what you are going to do, what a genius idea!"
"Not only are the Strong Wall Fruits, except for the animal type and the rare natural type, the superhuman type Devil Fruit has the largest number and the most bizarre abilities. It has always been a very troublesome target for the government."
"If it is transformed into a Devil Fruit item, the object with immortality can effectively prevent the circulation of Devil Fruit and facilitate management... At the same time, when combined with the various special abilities of Superman-type Devil Fruit, the future is even brighter!"
Ron: "...I actually didn't think that far ahead."
"No, just have this idea!"
Vegapunk said excitedly: "The operating space here is larger than that of a pacifist, and the practicality is simply not perfect!"
"Leave it to me, General Canglong. I will give you a practical warehouse in a month at most!"
Watching Vegapunk leave the pacifist who was doing the testing work and run into the office, Ron stood there and silently lit his cigar.
"What should I say? As long as we achieve our goal, it will be good!"
As for whether the five old stars would come to him to complain about Vegapunk not doing his job properly, Ron said, you are biting me!
If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy. If you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry.
Just as he was about to leave, Ron suddenly noticed an acquaintance nodding to him from a distance.
"Zero? Why are you here?"
This zero is not that zero. He is the former cp0 chief who resigned last time because of his anger against the Tianlong people. He is known as the two mountains of cp0, a strong man with strength that is not inferior to the admiral of the navy, and a person with the ability to destroy the fruit, mask zero.
"I am now Mr. Begapunk's bodyguard. It's incredible, isn't it? I used to be so close to the Nibelungen family, but I can still gain the trust of the Five Old Stars."
This was the first time Ron had seen what Mask Zero looked like under the mask. The plain, middle-aged square face and the casually cut short brown hair could not be found in the pile of embarrassments.
The only thing that was different was his right eye.
There was a red spot as big as a sesame seed on the eye mask at a position slightly lower than the left and right 6:4. No matter how he moved his eyes, the red spot remained motionless as if it were standing on a level.
"I think it is precisely because you can serve even the aliens of the Nibelung family loyally that the Five Old Stars can rest assured of your character."
In the lounge at the back of the laboratory, Ron picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time. Thanks to your words, I am indeed a high official now."
As early as the Hell Island crab incident, Ron's response left a deep impression on Zero.
At that time, he said that this kid would definitely become a high official in the future, and he would be totally shameless when it comes to talking about people and ghosts.
Now it turns out that it is indeed the case!
Not only is he the youngest general in the navy and a big shot known as the "Thunder God of the Navy", he was even invited by that gentleman to be the new Five Old Stars. It can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people!
Zero smiled bitterly at this.
"maybe… "
CP0 does not have retired chiefs, only dead chiefs.
His experience can be regarded as a historical precedent. In this special era, any strange things may happen.
After a pause, Zero continued: "By the way, I wonder if General Canglong still remembers what you said to me two years ago."
"You said that Lieutenant General Garp harbored the orphan of the Pirate King and intended to rebel."
"Of course I remember, what's wrong?"
Ron narrowed his eyes silently: "That matter has been fermented by major events and has been ignored by all parties. There is no need for the evidence you collected to take action."
"Hey, that's right."
Ling blew open the tea leaves and took a sip of tea.
"But recently I discovered that Lieutenant General Garp repeatedly traveled back and forth between the first half and the new world in the name of training new recruits, and his behavior was too abnormal... To be honest, I don't trust anyone in your navy, so I never left this matter alone. "
"Understood, I also do intelligence work, it's the same... Then, what did you find?"
Ron raised his arms and waited for him to speak.
"According to my records, I found that the place where Lieutenant General Garp trained every time was the island where Roger landed in the three years when he returned to the Grand Line and became the Pirate King."
"And he seems to have been eyeing Century City and Golden City recently. He traveled to and from the nearby waters four out of five times. Not long ago, he happened to lead his troops on a trip to the New World for the fifth time. The target... as expected, is still gold. city."
BLU BRU BRU… BRU BRU BRU…
At this time, Ron's phone rang.
This is not the little tiger talisman belonging to the G10 base commander, nor is it the golden phone bug of the general's demon-slaying order, but his personal phone bug.
No one would call his personal number except for important matters.
Nodding apologetically to Ling, Ron stood up and walked outside, leaning against the door.
"Moxi Moxi, I'm Ron."
"Something is going wrong, General Canglong!"
"Smile, speak slowly, what's wrong?"
"I just got the news that the Pluto design has been identified by experts and is confirmed to be a reprint, no more than twenty years old... I want to tell Tezzolo about this, but I can't get in touch with him!"
"Reprint? Can't contact Tezzolo?"
Ron frowned silently, and suddenly his pupils shrank.
"Damn!!!"