Poison Gas Bombs, Raised to the Altar

"What are you researching?!"

Vegapunk's voice suddenly rang out behind Caesar.

Caesar was so startled that he immediately turned around, placing both hands behind his back.

He wanted to hide his reagent.

"Um, I'm not researching anything, it's just, it's just..."

Caesar's eyes darted about as his brain raced. What excuse could he come up with that would make Vegapunk believe him?

But Vegapunk was a top genius scientist five hundred years ahead of humanity!

He easily saw through Caesar's little schemes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Vegapunk said to Caesar, "From this moment on, you're fired! Pack your things and leave this island at once."

After saying that, Vegapunk turned and left.

It was as though he had never regarded Caesar as worthy of his attention.

It was precisely Vegapunk's disdainful attitude that ignited the anger in Caesar's heart.

The rage Caesar had suppressed for years finally erupted at that moment!

"Vegapunk! You must be afraid that I'll surpass you! That's why you want to push me out! That's why you expelled me from the research team!"

Caesar stood in the laboratory with a crazed expression, hunched over, bloodshot veins filling his eyes.

"Shurorororo, just you wait. Before I leave, I'll definitely give you—no, I'll give the entire Science Unit—a huge gift!"

"Shurorororo! Shurorororo!"

Caesar's strange laughter echoed through his tiny laboratory.

Following the method for making the reagent, he began producing it in massive quantities like a madman.

He planned to create an enormous Poison Gas Bomb and destroy all of Punk Hazard!

As he worked, he kept muttering to himself.

"I heard that White Dove from the Marines will be coming today to take over the Science Unit. If my Poison Gas Bomb can blow White Dove to death then...

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