Chapter 456: Pure Gold and Unexpected Events
Returning to the laboratory—Vegapunk immediately entered work mode.
First thing—remodel his severed head.
Simply speaking—transform this head into a computer.
Then based on this head—clone several more copies of himself.
After all—one side Seraphim Plan, other side Pluton construction work—indeed greatly needed manpower.
Though Judge had no particularly outstanding achievements in this aspect—as one of the sea's top scientists—he could still help somewhat.
When they began busying themselves—Brett couldn't help much. He returned meeting with Law's group.
"Next—let me guide you touring Fish-Man Island."
Directing Law's group to steer their ship toward Fish-Man Island, Brett smiled. "Not bragging—yearly tourist numbers visiting Fish-Man Island continuously rising."
Law didn't speak. Just looked at that increasingly near island outside the window.
Brett could hear his thoughts. He merely said calmly. "Afterward I'll send you back to North Blue. Or you can continue your adventure from the Grand Line."
"Naturally—sending you to Zou is also quite simple."
"Zou?"
Law hesitated. "Bepo's homeland?"
"That indeed is Mink Tribe's homeland." Brett nodded lightly.
"I see—"
Law slowly breathed out. "Then seems there's a reason we must go."
Brett nodded. "Understood. Very simple. I'll have someone send you there."
Let Fish-Man Island Logistics Company send them over. Very simple matter. Though Zunesha wandered the New World unpredictably—for Fish-Man Island—finding its whereabouts obviously not difficult.
"Then now—let's discuss compensation."
Brett looked toward Law. "Though for you—very simple matter. But indeed greatly helped me."
"How do you hope I thank you?"
Without waiting for Law's answer—Brett continued on his own. "Don't rush refusing. I greatly dislike owing others favors. You can properly consider—give me your answer before leaving."
Law fell silent briefly. Then nodded lightly.
"Then—next is the highly anticipated Fish-Man Island tour."
Brett smiled.
Ahead—Fish-Man Island already near.
While Brett's side proceeded smoothly—Mariejois—the Five Elders raged furiously.
"Damned! That Judge bastard! Truly dares!"
Saint Mars thundered furiously. "He should understand what results doing such things brings!"
Dispatching CP0 to conscript Judge—naturally the Five Elders' decision.
Old men clearly understood Judge's attitude. Knew conflict quite possible.
But they indeed hadn't anticipated CP0 silently disappearing.
Not bringing back Judge—they themselves didn't know where they went.
Only one speculation.
During conflict—CP0 idiots got killed by Judge. That guy even tried acting like nothing happened to cover it up.
"Current situation—Judge's power is essential!"
Saint Nusjuro's voice resolute. "Even using war—must seize him!"
"Not just him—we need more scientists! Bring all the sea's outstanding scientists to the Science Division!"
Losing Vegapunk—for Government—incalculable loss.
After all—meant World Government lost world's number one scientific force. Having lost quality—could only pursue quantity compensating.
Just the Five Elders still didn't know—not CP0's incompetence. Truly an unignorable unexpected person intruded.
"Incidentally urge Caesar's side—have him quickly produce results!"
Saint Ju Peter also said heavily. "Estimating Brett launching final war won't be long. Not much time waiting. We must assemble a force capable underwater combat!"
Five Elders' orders quickly transmitted to Navy's Science Division.
Punk Hazard experimental base already exposed. Now Science Division moved to another location.
Having officially become Science Division's chief scientist—Caesar—after receiving Five Elders' orders—somewhat displeased curled his lips. "Bunch of laymen—really ordering people around!"
"Report back to Five Elders—besides finished serums—I also need previous experimental subjects! I need analyzing from their bodies how the drugs work!"
Thus soon—one order dispatched from Mariejois toward Navy's certain hidden base.
People hiding here for certain reasons received new missions.
What happened on Government's side—Brett temporarily didn't know. Stealing leisure from busy work—he spent one day bringing Law's group properly touring Fish-Man Island.
Only now finally confirming Brett truly meant his group no harm—Law also finally relaxed. Finally could invest into Fish-Man Island's tour.
Fish-Man Island's beautiful scenery—even cold as Law—couldn't help feeling pleased.
However—sparing one day already Brett's limit. He truly had no time accompanying young people playing.
Things he must do daily—quite many. For instance—chatting with certain suddenly visiting friends.
"Brett—meaning you don't plan keeping that boy at Fish-Man Island?" Tesoro very surprised.
"Ope-Ope Fruit indeed remarkable."
Brett lightly shook his head. "But Law helped me. How could I repay kindness with enmity?"
"But Ope-Ope Fruit—the legendary Devil Fruit capable performing Immortality Surgery." Tesoro reminded.
"If simply wanting immortality—then not necessarily requiring Ope-Ope Fruit."
Brett smiled. "Tesoro—ever heard of Pure Gold?"
"Oh? Please elaborate."
Speaking of which—currently finding Pure Gold should be quite simple?
After all—that giant lanternfish probably also among Sea Kings?
Almost simultaneously—New World—NEO Navy base's underwater prison.
Nobody anticipated—unexpected circumstances suddenly occurred.
A certain cell—a Fish-Man already transformed into a child—body slowly twisting.
His limbs all slightly distorting and deforming. Simultaneously secreting some slippery liquid.
Then.
Clank.
A light sound—handcuffs slid off his hands.
He slowly breathed out.
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