The Pluton Blueprints

An hour later.

The most luxurious hotel in Water 7.

Thanks to the efforts of Doll, Rob Lucci, Kaku, and the others, they quickly found Franky inside the Franky Family hideout.

At the time, Franky was still asleep.

He had drunk too much at the banquet last night.

"Five Elders, Saint Sumer, this is Franky, the leader of the Franky Family."

Lucci threw the hand-bound Franky before Saint Marcus Mars and Sumer.

Just like in the original story.

Franky had a vivid blue, hedgehog-like hairstyle. He wore an open floral shirt and briefs, goggles on his head, and went barefoot with hairy legs.

"Damn it, who are you people—"

To be honest.

Franky was still a little dazed.

Who could understand this?

He had been sleeping peacefully at home when a group of Marines suddenly burst in. Rob Lucci, who led them, had effortlessly taken down all his men.

Even with his modified body, he had only lasted three moves.

Then he had been tied up and dragged here.

"Shh, quiet down."

Sumer motioned for Califa behind him to stop massaging him, then rose from the sofa and walked over to Franky. He looked at the other man's solid, powerful chest and defined abs.

Bang, bang, bang—

Sumer knocked on Franky's abdomen, producing a hollow, drum-like sound.

Behind him.

Saint Marcus Mars stared intently. The Pluton blueprints were really in the hands of such an unpresentable thug?

"What are you doing?!"

Sumer's actions made Franky's eyes widen. He tried to struggle, but Lucci held his shoulder down with one hand.

"Open your abdomen and take out the blueprints Iceburg gave you."

"What Iceburg? What blueprints? I don't understand what you're talking about..."

Franky could not move under Lucci's grip. His face was full of confusion and anger, but inwardly, he was panicking.

"Refusing to cooperate?"

"Lucci, his abdomen has been modified into a refrigerator. Tear it open directly—"

Sumer stepped back, giving Lucci room to act.

"Hey, wait!"

Franky shouted.

But Rob Lucci gave him no chance. He pinned him down with his left hand, straightened the fingers of his right, and used Finger Pistol, driving it directly into Franky's abdomen.

A burst of harsh metallic screeching rang out, accompanied by Franky's scream of pain.

His abdomen was forcibly torn open, exposing the structure inside.

It was clearly a small refrigerator, with three bottles of cola emitting frosty air stored inside.

"You really are a genius!"

Sumer crouched before Franky, took out the three bottles of iced cola, and carefully examined the empty interior. When he looked at Franky again, his eyes were full of admiration.

The fact that Franky had turned his abdomen into a refrigerator and used cola as fuel was technology that would have been unimaginable in Sumer's previous life.

But the pirate world was strange like that.

Especially its technology tree.

In some ways, it was truly advanced, while in others, it was truly backward.

"Sumer, why is there nothing there?!"

Saint Marcus Mars, who had been eagerly watching Sumer perform, frowned when he saw that Franky's abdominal refrigerator contained nothing but three bottles of iced cola.

Was Sumer deceiving him?

"The item is in his stomach. I was just curious about his abdominal refrigerator."

Sumer signaled for Saint Marcus Mars to remain calm, then stood and motioned for Rob Lucci to continue.

Rob Lucci said nothing and coldly carried out the order.

"AAAAAH—"

This time, Franky's screams were even louder, because Rob Lucci tore out his entire stomach.

As expected.

Franky's stomach had also been modified.

After Rob Lucci forcibly punctured it with Finger Pistol, a perfectly preserved set of blueprints appeared before everyone present.

A blur flashed.

Saint Marcus Mars vanished from the sofa and appeared beside Sumer, snatching the blueprints from Rob Lucci's hand.

When he opened them, his widened eyes filled with joy.

They were real.

They truly were the blueprints for Pluton, one of the three ancient weapons. Sumer had not deceived them.

"You can all leave now!"

Seeing Saint Marcus Mars absorbed in the blueprints with an excited expression, Sumer waved for Doll, Rob Lucci, and the others to withdraw.

Before leaving.

Rob Lucci, Kaku, and Califa exchanged glances. The three of them had already guessed what those blueprints were.

At the same time, they became even more curious about Sumer.

They had spent five or six years undercover without finding the Pluton blueprints, yet he had found them as soon as he arrived.

And judging by the process, it was as though he had known all along.

If the Celestial Dragons had always known where the Pluton blueprints were, then why had they made CP9 remain undercover in Water 7 for so many years?

It made no sense at all.

Furthermore, the few exchanges between Saint Sumer and the Five Elders had also left them thoroughly confused.

What did they mean by saying they were the villains of the Enies Lobby Arc?

And that if Saint Marcus Mars personally acted, the Straw Hat crew would not escape and the Enies Lobby Arc would never happen.

Meanwhile.

Doll fell into thought, with even more questions in her heart.

Their interactions over the past three days had made her increasingly certain that Sumer was different. It had even given her the illusion that he was some kind of "prophet."

For a time.

Only Saint Marcus Mars, tightly clutching the blueprints, and Sumer, who had returned to the sofa, remained in the room.

Franky, whose survival was uncertain, was also dragged out by Kaku like a dead dog.

"Mosimosi~"

"Calling Lord Imu."

"Hello, hello, is Lord Imu there?"

For the first time, Sumer took the initiative to open a long-distance communication. His voice instantly crossed countless miles and reached the ears of the four elders, including Saint Saturn, in Mary Geoise.

This made the four, who had been handling government affairs, stop what they were doing.

"Sumer, you do not yet have the authority to contact Lord Imu unilaterally—"

"Have you obtained the Pluton blueprints?"

The cold, imposing voices of Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro and Saint Warcury came through.

After all, judging by the time, Mars and Sumer should have already arrived in Water 7.

"Of course. The Pluton blueprints are currently in Saint Mars's hands."

Sumer crossed one leg over the other and shifted into a more comfortable position.

First there had been Sky Island, Enel, Golden City Shandora, and the Poseidon Poneglyph. Now, there were the Pluton blueprints.

Saint Nerona Imu and the Five Elders surely now believed that he had been telling the truth.

Accordingly.

His importance and value in Saint Nerona Imu's eyes would rise sharply, and with it, his position would become more secure.

"What?"

"You really found them?"

"Mars, say something."

The voices of Saint Shepherd Ju Peter and Saint Saturn came through with great urgency. Sumer could clearly hear the four of them breathing more heavily.

"We found them. I can confirm these blueprints are genuine."

Saint Marcus Mars put away the blueprints, glanced at Sumer, then sat down on the sofa as well.

To be honest.

He could not understand the blueprints. Professionals had to handle professional matters; he was the Warrior God of Environment, not the Warrior God of Science and Defense.

Perhaps Saint Jaygarcia Saturn could understand them.

But one thing was certain: the blueprints were real.

Whether it was the blueprint paper itself or the designs recorded upon it, everything was far beyond this era.

"Sumer, you have rendered a great service."

After receiving Saint Marcus Mars's personal confirmation, the faces of the four, including Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro, filled with wild joy.

With the World Government's capabilities, they could absolutely build Pluton.

They could even build two, three, or more...

The reason Pluton ranked among the three ancient weapons was not merely because a single blast from it could destroy an island.

More importantly, it could be constructed by human hands.

Since it could be built, it could naturally be replicated exactly.

Moreover.

Sumer had also said that the original Pluton was sleeping beneath Wano Country.

It was foreseeable.

Once they found the original Pluton, or successfully built one themselves.

Their rule would become even more secure.