On the quiet and private beach of Hachinosu Island, the sun shines softly like golden gauze, warm but not hot.
The sea breeze blows leisurely, bringing with it the unique saltiness and freshness of the sea, and the air is filled with an intoxicating lazy atmosphere.
Allen slumped facelessly on a huge beach chair covered with soft fur, as if his whole body was integrated into this comfortable atmosphere.
He is wearing a pair of extremely funny-looking sunglasses, with the "ZZZ" pattern clearly printed on the lenses, which seems to be announcing the owner's ultimate pursuit of leisure.
Wearing only a pair of flashy beach shorts, it complements the beautiful seascape around her, but it has a unique and casual feel.
Next to Allen, Hancock, Yamato, Robin, Nana and Hiyori are also enjoying this wonderful time. Each woman is wearing a bikini, showing her own unique charm.
Three Kuja Warriors, with proud figures and beautiful faces, are "serving" Hancock and Allen in an orderly manner.
Warrior A, Codename"Coconut Killer", stretched out her slender hands, peeled off the green coconut with smooth and precise movements, and quickly inserted the straw. The speed was comparable to Rokushiki, as if she had gone through countless rigorous training.
Warrior B, Codename"Fan Blower", holds a huge peacock feather fan, gently fanning it at a stable and even frequency, creating a comfortable and pleasant breeze. Her control of the force is just right, which not only brings coolness, but will not mess up Hancock's hair.
Soldier C, Codename "Sentinel", seems to be leisurely admiring the sea view in front of him, but in fact, he has already released Observation Haki to the maximum range. Like a vigilant beacon, he is always paying attention to every move around him and will never allow any uninvited fish or bird that may disturb Hancock and Lord Allen to get even half a step closer.
This scene made Yamato, who has a bold nature, envious. She couldn't help shouting, "I want to eat grapes!"
However, this Kuja warrior turned a deaf ear to her request.
Hancock tenderly brought the peeled and chilled grapes to Allen's mouth one by one with a loving look on his face. He did not forget to say to Yamato, "If you want to eat it, wash it yourself. I prepared this for Husband."
Allen sighed with contentment, took a sip from the huge coconut with a straw on the small table next to him, and muttered vaguely, "Ah... heaven... this is the true meaning of life... When Pirate King? Conquer Grand Line? It's so tiring... Think about the punishment that kid Luffy will suffer in the future, tsk, it's better to lie down and feel comfortable..."
Just when Allen was about to devote himself to the wonderful cause of "lying flat" again, the originally lazy Den Den Mushi placed on the small table suddenly and violently deformed without warning!
The smooth shell was instantly covered with deep wrinkles, his brows were tightly knitted into the character "Chuan", the corners of his mouth turned downward in an extremely serious and even ferocious arc, and his eyes were so sharp that they could cut the air, perfectly replicating the iconic expression of the Revolutionary Army leader Monkey·D·Dragon.
Immediately afterwards, Den Den Mushi sounded in a low, serious and unquestionable tone. "Allen, it's me."
"The specific time for Vegapunk to conduct Brain Separation Surgery has been determined, just two days later, the location is New World Punk Hazard Island."
"When the time comes, the 'brain' must be snatched up."
Every word was like a small hammer, hitting the lazy air hard, breaking the original tranquility.
Allen didn't even bother to fully open his eyelids. He just waved his hand casually in the direction of Den Den Mushi, as if to ward off an annoying fly. "I know, I know..."
Dragon seemed to sigh helplessly on the other end of the phone (Den Den Mushi's frown deepened): "Remember to arrive on time."
With a click, Den Den Mushi instantly returned to its original lazy state, as if the fierce look just now was just a fleeting hallucination.
Allen stood up helplessly, stretched out, and his bones made a series of crackling sounds.
"Oh, what a hard life..."
He muttered, and then instantly activated Space Ability, and his figure disappeared from the place without a trace like a stream of light.
In the blink of an eye, Allen came to Sky Island Research Institute.
The air here is filled with the strange smell of disinfectant mixed with some kind of nutrient solution, which makes people frown slightly.
Dr. Dr. Shi Shangfei, who was wearing a white coat and with messy hair that looked like he had been bombed, immediately rubbed his hands excitedly when he saw Allen arriving, and shouted excitedly like a child who got a new toy, "Boss! You came just in time! Look at our masterpiece - Human Weapon Mark I, the first batch of 30 Mature Bodies!"
The doctor excitedly points to a huge transparent training field.
The lineup of Clones inside can be called luxurious, there are 5 Doflamingo, and their iconic arrogant expressions look a bit weird on their immature faces.
5 Crocodile, although they are smaller in stature, their cold eyes still reveal a hint of danger.
10 Shanks, with a calmness on their faces that belies their age.
There is also Kaido with 10 muscle knots. Although the figure is not as burly as the original version, the strong muscles still exude a strong sense of oppression.
These Clones are all wearing uniform shorts and are standing in line in an extremely standard military posture. The scene is quite shocking.
Looking at this group of Clones who looked like child versions, Allen showed a naughty smile, thinking to himself that if Kaido and Shanks saw it, they would definitely be shocked.
Allen stepped forward, patted Dr. Shi Shangfei on the shoulder, and praised, "Not bad, thank you for your hard work."
Then, Allen began to explore from his Space Backpack, which seemed to be connected to another dimension.
He first took out an empty wine bottle, and then took out half a piece of moldy bread. After rummaging for a while, he finally found his target.
They were five ordinary plastic beverage bottles with labels Saint Saturn and Four God's Knights. There was a dark red viscous liquid sloshing inside, exuding a mysterious and weird aura.
Allen stuffed these 5 bottles to Shi Shangfei: "Here, high-end goods! Celestial Dragons VIP special supply Blood Samples. Try it, can you use this to make a few 'Seraphim' youth versions?"
Allen patted the doctor on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The requirements are not high, as long as the combat ability can be seen, the key is to be practical! Can clean the house and look after the door."
Dr. Dr. Shi Shangfei looked at the bottles in his hand, which looked like "tomato juice plus" bought from a street stall, and then looked at the fancy labels on them. The expression on his face was extremely complicated, and his eyes were full of deep doubts like "Boss, are you kidding me?" and "This thing can really make Seraphim?"
He hesitated and asked cautiously, "Boss... this package... this label... are you sure this isn't some... new seasoning?"
After Allen's detailed explanation, Shi Shangfei finally believed that these 5 bottles were indeed the blood of the strongest men in the world.
Then, Allen began to paint a picture for the doctor again. "Come on, I'm optimistic about you. After you get it done, you will be promoted and raised next year."