The Self-Inflicted Wound Ruse
Watching Mr. Iceburg and the other man hastily depart, Sirius chuckled and casually flipped through the Pluton Blueprints in his hand.
Yamato leaned closer, asking curiously, "This is the blueprint for Pluton? It looks amazing."
It's truly impressive, packed with both text and illustrations.
"Can you understand it?"
Sirius asked with great interest.
"Hehe, I don't understand at all." Yamato and shook his head matter-of-factly.
"What's there to be proud of, you idiot?"
Sirius tapped her on the forehead.
"As long as Sirius can understand it, that's enough," Yamato said nonchalantly.
"But this time I don't understand it either."
Sirius shrugged.
"Eh! Even Sirius can't understand it?" Yamato was greatly surprised.
While I'm genuinely happy that you trust me so much, this is the blueprint for the Ancient Weapon Pluton, Ancient Weapon undoubtedly representing the pinnacle of ancient craftsmanship. It would be a miracle if I could even understand it.
"But it's okay,"
Sirius chuckled and said, "As long as someone can understand it, that's fine, right, Black?"
"Certainly."
Black's voice came from the sensor core worn on his chest. "I can't wait!"
There was also a Great Scientist on Sirius's ship.
"But Captain,"
Black's voice continued, sounding somewhat puzzled, "I'm still a little curious, why did Mr. Iceburg hand over the design drawings to us so easily?"
"Because they have no other options."
"The government's relentless pressure made him realize that he could no longer keep the blueprints, so he had no choice but to send them away," Sirius.
"And he trusts us!" Yamato offered an even more fantastical reason, grinning as she said, "Just like Master Tom trusted Roger, he trusts us too!"
"That's part of the reason," Sirius laughed heartily. "We are indeed trustworthy."
Sirius believed that Mr. Iceburg's trust was not an issue.
After all, even without blueprints, he could still dig up the real Pluton.
"Trust?"
Black laughed too, "No wonder you're the captain."
"So, Captain, we'll wait for you overseas?"
"Kindness,"
Sirius nodded. "After helping Mr. Iceburg, I'll come and join you."
Mr. Iceburg had been so generous, Sirius felt he should do something in return.
In another part of the Water Seven, in the dormitory of the shipbuilding company in Mr. Iceburg, the beautiful and alluring Kalifa, the president's secretary who could make all the company's rough shipwrights swoon just by passing by, hid in her room in terror.
She was talking to her superior while covered by a blanket.
"It's Sirius and his gang! It's definitely them!"
Her expression crumbled, and although she tried to lower her voice, her terror was still palpable.
"Sir, request backup from the Navy immediately! Send Admiral over! Jabra and Bruno are both dead! The Black Wolf's crew is definitely after the Pluton Blueprints too!"
If Black Wolf's crew were to attack Mr. Iceburg, then as his secretary, she would likely face certain death as well.
Although Kalifa, as an agent, wasn't particularly afraid of death, she certainly didn't want to die unless absolutely necessary.
Who would want to die?
"How can we possibly make it in time!"
The same panicked voice came from the other end of the phone, "Kalifa, I order you to go to Mr. Iceburg and steal the blueprints for Pluton before Black Wolf and the others make a move."
He almost gritted his teeth as he hung up the phone from the idiot in charge.
Kalifa misses the days when Lucci was still in CP9, when he made all the decisions and she only had to do the work.
Now, all we can do is do it, right?
After all, Jabra and Bruno are both dead, and now she is the only CP9 agent left in this Water Seven.
Kalifa emerged from under the covers, composed herself, and transformed back into the aloof and beautiful secretary. She was ready to give President Mr. Iceburg a big surprise.
And then it happened again at this time.
"Oh no! The president has been attacked!"
Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.
Kalifa paused for a moment, instinctively thinking that her actions had been exposed.
But then she immediately realized, wait a minute, her plan hadn't even begun yet.
Oh no, Mr. Iceburg has really been attacked.
Black Wolf!
The word popped into her mind almost instantly.
The hand reaching for the doorknob suddenly felt incredibly heavy, as if it were filled with lead and weighed a ton.
However, in the end, Kalifa opened the door and joined the crowd outside who had come to rescue Mr. Iceburg, and together they headed towards the president's office on the top floor.
The crowd rushed forward in a chaotic frenzy, shouting that they would never let the criminal who dared to attack the president get away with it.
Kalifa was deeply troubled. What if the attacker really was Black Wolf?
No matter how she thought about it, she felt that all she could do was obediently watch from the sidelines and there was nothing else she could do.
The crowd surged to the door of the president's office and kicked it open almost instantly.
Then the scene that appeared Kalifa was...
In the center of the messy office, next to Mr. Iceburg, who lay bleeding from the head, a black-haired man carrying a greatsword was flipping through a stack of papers. On the opposite windowsill, a white-haired girl watched their arrival with a grin.
"Sirius, you've been discovered."
The white-haired girl smiled and said.
"It doesn't matter."
The man casually closed the stack of papers and walked towards the white-haired girl. "We've got what we need. Time to retreat."
"Don't even think about running!!"
The company members roared and brandished their weapons, eager to avenge their president.
Unfortunately, everyone who stepped inside instantly rolled their eyes back and collapsed to the ground.
The domineering Haki of Conqueror's Haki!
Kalifa gritted her teeth inwardly.
It's over. Black Wolf really stole the blueprints for Pluton, and there's nothing I can do about it.
She could only watch helplessly as Sirius and the other two leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night sky.
Then people eagerly rushed into the room.
"Mr. Iceburg!!"
People screamed in terror, "Call a doctor!! Call a doctor!"
Kalifa quietly shrank to the back of the crowd; she needed to report this to her superiors.
Above the night sky, Sirius and Yamato sped forward, stepping on the air. They were heading to the outer sea to reunite with their companions before leaving Water Seven.
"Was that too harsh?" Yamato asked worriedly. "Mr. Iceburg will be bedridden for at least a month now, won't he?"
"If the self-inflicted injury is too mild, who will believe it?"
"At least this way, the government's attention will be diverted from Mr. Iceburg," Sirius.
This was what Sirius had discussed with Mr. Iceburg after he stopped him earlier.
They've already given me the Pluton Blueprints, shouldn't I at least help them out?
I already have enough lice, so what's a little more?