In the Chamber of Power of Holy Land Marijoa, which symbolizes the supreme power, Five Elders is sitting around the extremely gorgeous long table, discussing the complicated world situation with a solemn expression.
The atmosphere in the room was depressing, like the dead silence before a storm.
Suddenly, a CP0 member appeared quietly like a ghost, knelt down on one knee with a "pop" sound, and reported to Five Elders with a trembling voice that could not be concealed, "Report...Punk Hazard... Vegapunk Institute... was raided by Gol·D·Allen and Monkey·D·Dragon... five 'brain' samples... all lost..."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a bomb exploded in the room.
The red wine glass in the blond old man's hand could not withstand his anger for a moment, and was crushed to pieces with a "click". The expensive red wine slowly flowed down his fingers like blood, and dropped drop by drop on the smooth mirror-like floor, smearing a dark red.
The veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his face was as green as pig iron. He shouted angrily, "All... all lost?!"
The curly-haired old man was so angry that he slammed the table. Under this huge force, the precious solid wood tabletop was instantly covered with cracks like spider webs.
He stared angrily and roared loudly, "Trash! What do Kizaru and Aokiji do for food?! Two Admiral can't guard the same research institute?!"
The bearded old man was so angry that his goatee stood up high. He was pacing back and forth anxiously, muttering, "Uranus Project... put on hold indefinitely?! How should we explain Lord Imu before he leaves the country?!"
The First Generation Kitetsu in the hand of the bald old knife-wielding man seemed to sense the surging anger of its owner, and it made a low buzzing sound. A layer of frost instantly condensed on the scabbard, as if it was also furious at this sudden turn of events.
"Gol·D·Allen... It's that little brat who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth again! And there's that traitor Dragon!"
In comparison, the old man with the moon hair was still "calm", but his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
He stabbed the position of Hachinosu Island on the world map with his finger and said word for word, "They must pay the price! They must!"
Just when the five people were furious and were about to order revenge on Allen and Dragon at all costs, deep in the room, behind the huge curtain symbolizing Empty Throne, an indescribable cold will that seemed to come from eternity quietly spread.
At the same time, a low, majestic, and unquestionable voice sounded directly in their minds, like a cold command, "Don't worry about him. When I regain my strength, he will die."
Imu's words were like a basin of cold water, instantly suppressing Five Elders's overwhelming anger that almost broke through the roof.
They were so depressed that their faces turned purple, but they did not dare to disobey in the slightest.
The blond old man looked at the red wine stains and glass shards on the ground. His anger, which he had nowhere to vent, instantly turned to CP0 who was kneeling on the ground. He shouted angrily, "You! You were breathing too loudly when you reported just now! It affected the air circulation! You will be punished by cleaning all the toilets in Holy Land! Clean them for a month! Immediately! Immediately! Get out!"
The CP0 member looked confused and aggrieved, and felt helpless in his heart. However, facing Five Elders's order, he did not dare to question it at all. He flashed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Inside Chamber of Power, only Five Elders's heavy breathing and the cold aftertaste of Imu's will remained, and the whole room seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze.
After grabbing the "brain", Allen spent a few days of leisurely and magical days in Hachinosu Island.
Every morning, he would wake up leisurely to the gentle "wake-up service" of Hancock, and at noon he could taste the delicious dishes carefully prepared by Nana, making his life extremely comfortable.
However, World Government's abnormal silence was like a heavy cloud, always shrouding Allen's heart, making him feel faintly uneasy.
On this day, he was lying lazily on the beach chair, unconsciously tossing a silver "brain" insulator in his hand, frowning slightly, and thinking to himself, "Something is wrong... something is so wrong. Those five old goats didn't send CP0 to cause trouble? Nor did they curse on Newspaper? Are they really afraid of being beaten by me?"
The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it became. He couldn't help but raise the incubator to the hot sunshine, squinting his eyes and looking at it carefully, as if he wanted to see directly through the metal shell the quality of the "brain" inside.
He was still muttering to himself, "Could it be that old boy Vegapunk who tricked me with jelly?"
At this time, Nana came with a light step carrying a plate of cut fruits.
Seeing Allen's strange action, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Brother Allen, when you look at the sun like this, are you picking out the ripeness of the watermelon?"
Allen's movements suddenly froze, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He quickly put down the box, coughed dryly and said, "Ahem... I just want to confirm, what if it contains pig brains?"
In order to clear up the doubts in his heart, Allen could no longer sit still.
He instantly activated Teleport's ability and reappeared in Sky Island Laboratory like a ghost.
He strode to the doctor's messy workbench, slapped the four thermal boxes on the table with a bang, and said loudly, "Shi Shangfei! Urgent order! Highest priority! Clone the people here for me! I want to inspect the goods to see if they are authentic Vegapunk!"
Shi Shangfei looked at the four insulated boxes that exuded a high-tech atmosphere, then turned to look at the muscular brother Gui (Mark I) who was still enjoying himself dancing hula in the culture tank next to him, and helplessly held on to his slipped glasses., said with a bitter look on his face, "Boss... clone Vegapunk? Or reverse clone the original body from the divided brain tissue? This level of difficulty... is comparable to using Rotten Tomatoes to make a full banquet! Equipment loss, mental consumption, overtime pay..."
As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers and glanced at Allen secretly, implying. "You have to... add more money!"
Allen waved his hand and started to draw the cake. "No problem! Add! I'll give you double the chicken drumsticks! I'll feed you! And I'll apply for a 'Best Employee of the Year' banner! Start work quickly!"
Shi Shangfei sighed helplessly, picked up the thermos box resignedly, and walked towards the higher-level sterile laboratory, muttering in a low voice, "Chicken legs... banners... capitalists' cake-painting routines have not changed for hundreds of years... Oh, who let me deal with such a boss..."