"What's inside? Open it for inspection."
The inspector's tone was devoid of emotion. As the most basic level of artificial intelligence, they had never possessed such rich emotions to begin with. They only knew how to follow the rules.
If they ever displayed abnormal behavior one day, there could only be one reason: Oran, the highest authority, had given them new instructions to accomplish some objective.
"Meow!"
A tabby cat scratched at the outside of the crate with its paws, its gaze exceptionally resolute.
An island-based environment limited the development of many things. With just one island, it was difficult to cover every need. An island capable of self-sufficiency was already enough to satisfy most people.
To develop further, trade was indispensable.
Yet the Grand Line's environment also restricted ships from traveling, leaving most nations' development caps locked in place.
Firefly Island's environment was sufficient to achieve food self-sufficiency, and Oran's technology could solve its energy problems. However, there were still shortages of certain raw materials and special crops, which currently had to be imported.
Combined with its existing export business and his special status in the underworld, Firefly Island's cargo ships appeared more frequently than those of most Grand Line nations.
"There's nothing inside. Just some candy and dried goods."
"Second warning. Open it for inspection."
Explanations were useless. This place only believed in results. Members of the security team nearby had already approached, and their fully armed equipment was far more intimidating than words.
The exoskeleton armor was still undergoing evaluation and had not yet been officially deployed. What these people carried was merely standard police equipment.
It was a special design somewhere between ordinary police uniforms and armor, with blue as its base color and gold-striped decorations.
Their arms, chests, crotches, and other areas were protected by