Borsalino: Don't Fall for a Honey Trap!
The next morning, Ortolan woke up in bed and looked at Orbia lying next to him, still somewhat puzzled.
However, there's not much to study. It's just a passing fancy for young people, which is quite normal.
Last night, I also had some deep, intimate moments with Orbia.
Orbia didn't want anything from Ortolan; she didn't need any titles or status.
She didn't intend to leave Punk Hazard in this way. In fact, she was quite satisfied with her current situation. In Punk Hazard, she could do the research she liked, and the World Government would occasionally send her some confidential ancient documents that their scholars could never obtain. This perfectly matched Orbia's expectations for life.
She only had two requests of Ortolan: one was to take good care of Robin, which goes without saying, as Ortolan had taken very good care of her over the years.
The second request was that Ortolan could occasionally visit Punk Hazard and play some adult games with her.
There was nothing else, and Ortolan naturally agreed to this request without hesitation.
Seemingly sensing the movement on the bed, Orbia groggily opened her eyes and looked at Ortolan, asking, "Why are you up so early?"
"It's a habit," Ortolan replied casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned closer to Orbia and whispered, "As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm..."
"No!" Orbia struggled and pushed him away, "You're too cruel, I can't... um..."
The sun was high in the sky, at noon.
Ortolan casually pushed open the door and walked out of the room. As for Orbia, due to the immense pressure she was under, she planned to take a day off to rest.
When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw Borsalino having his lunch. He spotted Ortolan immediately and waved to Ortolan.
Ortolan calmly walked over and sat down.
"What would you like to eat?" Borsalino an eyebrow. "You can just order here..."
On the dining table, there was something like a projector that displayed the menu. Ortolan casually ordered a few dishes, and after confirming, the projection immediately disappeared.
In the kitchen, the automatic food processor started working immediately after receiving the signal.
"This place really has a sci-fi feel to it..." Ortolan remarked.
"After all, this is Science Unit." Borsalino had already finished his meal and was leisurely brewing himself some black tea.
Soon after, Ortolan's lunch was served by a service robot.
Just as Ortolan was about to have his meal, a Marines officer came over and handed Borsalino his daily newspaper and the Marines internal publication.
Ortolan was eating his meal when he watched Borsalino stir his black tea while leisurely reading the newspaper.
"What are your plans for this afternoon?" Ortolan asked casually.
"Arrangements?" Borsalino thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I don't have any plans for the next month..."
"So you work every day, leisurely drinking tea, reading the newspaper, and then taking a break to bask in the sun?" Ortolan asked.
"No, no!" Borsalino's expression turned serious as he looked at Ortolan and said, "My job is to protect Punk Hazard 24/7. At the same time, to avoid missing any outside information, I actively pay attention to intelligence and keep track of outside developments every day in my spare time. Understand?"
"Why explain so much to me? I'm not going to dock your pay." Ortolan was exasperated by Borsalino's nonchalant words.
Punk Hazard is not far from the G-1 Marine Base, and it is also Non-Magnetic Island. Without Borsalino leading the way, even Ortolan would not be able to find it. Only those with incredible luck could stumble upon it by chance.
As far as Ortolan knew, the Science Unit had been stationed here for so many years and had never seen any unrelated person discover Punk Hazard without guidance.
Furthermore, the waters surrounding Punk Hazard are equipped with numerous surveillance and alarm systems. Any slight disturbance will be immediately detected on the island, demonstrating just how safe it is. Borsalino of '24-hour uninterrupted protection' is utter nonsense.
"If that's the case, then my daily work consists of reading the newspaper, drinking tea, taking a nap, and then going home," Borsalino laughed and teased.
"Damn it... Our Marines has too many pay thieves like you, which is why the military budget is getting more and more bloated!" Ortolan cursed.
"Your statement is somewhat biased." Borsalino straightened his posture and said confidently, "My position should be this easy and leisurely. If I were constantly busy, having to crack down on those infiltrators of Punk Hazard, the first ones to get restless would be the Fleet Admiral and the five above Mary Geoise. Don't you agree?"
Ortolan listened to his sophistry and was momentarily speechless.
Because Borsalino said he wasn't sick, the research island of the World Government was too huge. Borsalino's daily slacking off actually meant it was very safe here. If he were busy every day, it would be the Fleet Admiral and the Five Elders who couldn't sleep.
After exchanging a few casual words, Borsalino suddenly asked, "Did you rest at your place last night, Ms. Orbia?"
Ortolan looked up with slight confusion and asked, "Are these private matters also within your jurisdiction?"
"Although there's no surveillance, I still know whether all the scholars have returned to their rooms at night," Borsalino said softly.
Upon hearing this, Ortolan nodded and said, "I see... It is indeed your duty, but you guessed right."
Borsalino, upon hearing this, wore a lewd grin and said, "Interesting~"
This guy had a somewhat sleazy look to begin with, and when he saw that expression, even Ortolan felt his scalp tingle. He grinned and said, "Don't look at me like that, it's making me lose my appetite!"
"That's a personal attack," Borsalino said, glaring at Ortolan with displeasure. "So, she didn't make any unruly demands, did she?"
"No." Ortolan took a sip of tea, finished the last bit of his meal, and patted his belly contentedly. "You don't actually think I'm the kind of person who would easily fall for a honey trap, do you?"
"That's true." Borsalino didn't see anything wrong with it, nodding to himself, "Rear Admiral Orbia has always been a very well-behaved and intelligent person..."
Clearly, although their relationship appeared to be very harmonious, Borsalino had never let his guard down around the group of scholars. One of his important tasks in guarding Punk Hazard was to keep an eye on the group of scholars.
Therefore, when he discovered that Orbia had not returned home that night after visiting Ortolan, he would come to inquire about Ortolan's situation.
After a brief pause, Borsalino spoke, "The technical data and information you requested yesterday have already been packed up and sent to your ship, but I must remind you of something first..."
"What?" Ortolan asked.
"It's not that having the data means you can start production and use it. Even if you had that data in front of you, you wouldn't understand it. So I suggest you find some people with a certain research background as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll have the data but won't be able to use it," Borsalino said.
Ortolan grinned and said, "I happen to have a guest waiting for me, and this guest is indeed a research talent."
Smoke Judge!
King of Germa, leader of the War House.
The second greatest scourge in the Underworld of North Blue.
As for the largest, it is of course the former Don Donquixote Family.
Previously, after Ortolan and Doflamingo went to the North Blue together and appeared on Minion Island, Judge contacted Doflamingo.
That's right. Although Germa and the Donquixote Family are competitors to some extent, they have never really broken ties. And Doflamingo is a famous middleman in the Underworld with extensive connections. How could Judge, as the leader of the second largest dark force in the North Blue, not have contact with Doflamingo?
On the afternoon of the day Ortolan appeared on the Minion Island, he contacted Doflamingo, hoping to invite Doflamingo and Ortolan to the Germa War House to sit down and fulfill their diplomatic duty.
To put it bluntly, he hoped to get to know the big shot, Ortolan Doflamingo. To this end, he even transferred a portion of his profits in the Underworld to the Donquixote Family.
Doflamingo wasn't the type to take money and not do the job, so he just mentioned it to Ortolan.
However, at the time, Ortolan was escorting that troublesome Rosinante and had no time to participate in any Germa's invitation.
However, he was also somewhat interested in Judge, so he asked Doflamingo to convey his thoughts: if Judge was interested, he could go to the New World to find him.
Judge readily agreed without hesitation and set off that very day. He is now waiting for him at the command center in Ortolan.
Although Ortolan hasn't met with him yet and can't be sure what this guy wants to do, it's likely that they can cooperate to some extent.
After a while, they might end up in a situation where the other person is taken in as a dog.
If Judge were willing to join him, Ortolan wouldn't refuse, and Judge could also use that to obtain technology from Punk Hazard and monetize it.