Pluton Blueprints!

"Lord Imu, the 'Birdcage Tea Party' plan has been successfully completed."

"The new president of the World Economy News Paper, Morgans, the Storage King, Giberson, the Shipping King, Umit, the Loan Shark King, Feld, and others have been captured alive; the Assassin King, Piecklo, has been 'accidentally' killed by Doflamingo."

At the very top of Noah, Imu sat on the Empty Throne, Purple Gold 'Enma' resting on his lap, listening to the meek report from the Golden Den Den Mushi on the armrest.

"Good."

"Make Morgans reveal the location of the World Economy News Paper's spaceship. From now on, this world's largest newspaper must be subject to the World Government's control. As for the new president, if he's willing to obey, arrange a position for him within the News Bureau."

Imu believed that this birdman's value was second only to Umit.

By incorporating the World Economy News Paper, not only will the newly established Publicity Department Propaganda Administration be well-staffed, but the World Government's intelligence control over the Sea Star World will also be greatly enhanced.

"Feld is useless, get rid of him."

"Giberson, make him hand over all the warehouse locations and supply channels he has. If he's willing to comply, find him a suitable job in the Administrative Department."

"The last Shipping King will have all the shipyards, shipwrights, and ships under his family's control confiscated, and 30 percent of them will be given to 'Flamingo Shipping Company' founded by Doflamingo. Also, we must get information about 'White Dragon' no matter what!"

When he said that last sentence, Imu looked very serious.

The 'White Dragon' is essentially an underwater super-high-speed channel that exists inside Sea Star. If it can be used properly, then no matter how far away the place is, it can basically achieve a true morning departure and evening arrival.

"Yes, Your Majesty's will!" the Golden Den Den Mushi replied respectfully.

After ending the call, Imu remained seated on the Empty Throne, his right hand supporting his chin as he gazed wistfully at the sky outside the palace.

After witnessing the 'Aqua Laguna' with my own eyes that day, I ultimately decided to leave. After all, Water Seven had just suffered a great disaster and was in dire need of repair.

His grand arrival at this time not only adds to the chaos, but also offers nothing of interest.

The problem is that Tom has the Pluton Blueprints, which present a challenge.

This thing definitely needs to be controlled by the World Government, but the Sea Train research and development project is extremely important, so it's not appropriate to ask the United States for it.

When the R&D base was officially completed and Tom's Workers was to be relocated, some people who had been secretly assigned tasks thought about finding the design blueprints while they were at it.

Moving other things was fine, but Tom was determined to organize all the ship-related research materials himself and wouldn't allow anyone else to interfere, not even Iceburg or Flam.

However, his attitude convinced Imu, the Five Elders, and others that the Pluton Blueprints were most likely among those ship data.

The problem now is finding it among a large number of documents and then extracting it discreetly.

This looks quite difficult.

"Hey, I've got it!"

Imu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of someone whose abilities were perfect for petty theft. He immediately picked up the receiver of the Golden Den Den Mushi and gave the Five Elders his order.

Empress.

Outside Water Seven, on the shore of what was once Scrap Island and is now the Sea Train R&D Base, a tall, slender man with an afro, wearing a black suit and leather boots, walked gracefully off a government ship, holding a purple cane.

This person not only wore white gloves on both hands, but also a white mask covering their face, making them look very mysterious.

He walked into the base building alone, and the naval soldiers guarding him along the way, seemingly having been notified in advance, did not approach him to inquire about his whereabouts.

He made his way to the top-floor office and then gently knocked on the door.

[Knock knock knock]

"Please come in!"

Sitting behind his desk inside the room was Rom, the Deputy Director of the Maritime Affairs Department of the Administrative Department, who also served as the head of the Sea Train R&D Base. He had neatly stacked the documents on the desk to the side, his hands clasped together in front of him, quietly watching the masked man in black enter.

"I am Brook from CIPHER POL-9, nice to meet you~"

The latter, while letting out a peculiar laugh, sat down in the chair opposite the former.

That's right.

Brook, who has become the second world superstar after Tesoro, is only known by his stage name 'Soul King', so not many people know his real name.

As for that afro, well, there are quite a few afro people in the world, especially with the added cover of masks and gloves.

Even Deputy Director Jerome, standing right in front of him, didn't recognize Brook's identity.

"Yes, I understand why you've come, and I've prepared the relevant information. But I must warn you, under no circumstances are you allowed to harm Mr. Tom or any of the technicians!"

"And it's best if Mr. Tom doesn't find out. We don't want to have a major conflict with him, understand?"

Rom stared coldly at the white mask on Brook's face and said in a deep voice.

He is now the base commander here, Sea Train project is directly linked to his future political achievements. He will not allow these assassins, who only know how to kill, to run amok.

"Hehehe~ Don't worry about that, I'm just looking for something, not here to kill anyone~"

"Okay, remember what you said."

Upon hearing Brook's answer, Rom's expression softened slightly. He then took out a floor plan of the base from the drawer and pointed to a spot with his pen.

"This is Mr. Tom's workshop, and there are four bookshelves here. The second one from the right contains the blueprints and related documents for all the ships he has built so far. You can focus on looking for those."

"Thank you very much, then I'll take my leave."

Brook looked at the map twice, memorizing it thoroughly, then stood up again and said with a smile, "Next, I need to explore the area."

"Okay, I've assigned you the identity of a high-level government protection officer. You can move around freely except in highly classified research labs, workshops, and conference rooms."

Brook was speechless at these words, thinking to himself, "You call this being able to move around freely?"

He didn't say anything, thanked them, and left the office. He then spent the rest of his time getting familiar with the environment, mainly learning about the location of Tom's Workers and the surrounding area.

When the night was deep and quiet, and only a few navy officers on night watch remained in the base, Brook sat cross-legged on a bed in a room and 'closed' his eyes.

Although you can't see his eyes because he's wearing a mask, and even if you could see his eyes without the mask, they would just be empty.

The next moment.

A ghostly green light emanated from his body, followed by a green, skull-shaped phantom that floated out—this was the Paramecia Revive-Revive Fruit's ability to astral projection!

Brook, relying on his status as a spirit, ignored all obstacles along the way, silently passing through walls and doors, and easily arrived inside Tom's Workers.

The work that followed was rather tedious. He first looked through the drawers in the desks, the cabinets, and even the inside of the sofa.

After confirming that there was nothing to be found outside, we began searching from the second bookshelf on the right, as suggested by Deputy Director Jerome.

Looking for the Pluton Blueprints!

He has already obtained basic information about Pluton from the World Government, so he can identify him as long as he finds similar content.

Even so, finding a design drawing that Tom had deliberately hidden among all the dense documents was no easy task.

Fortunately, it's just four bookshelves, not a huge library.

As the night passed and the sky outside the window began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Brook finally found a document consisting of dozens of pages of dark yellow coarse paper, clearly an 'old thing'.

"Hehehe, found it!"

After flipping through the pages and seeing the word 'Pluton', various size data, and illustrations, Brook was very excited.

The rest was simple: he put the design back in its place, memorized the location, and waited for nightfall to take Camera Den Den Mushi).

At the same time.

On Noah, Gild Tesoro Earth Flow the palace behind him, trembling all over, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The gentle morning breeze on your face is what truly awakens you.

"The King of the Celestial Dragons, Lord Imu, the Gild Tesoro of the Shichibukai"

Even as he murmured to himself, Tesoro's mind remained filled with the image of those golden, wavy pupils and the suffocating, heavy pressure of the air.

Tesoro, what's wrong?

Stella, who had been waiting outside, rushed over to support Tesoro and asked him anxiously. The latter Zero a somewhat unpleasant smile and comforted her.

"It's nothing, I was just taken under the command of that Saint Nerona, it's a good thing!"

My knees just hurt so much.