Nico Robin

I just used blood bubbles to seal him off, and this bastard actually escaped using that disgusting method, it's like farting right in his mouth...

"10 seconds."

Hongjue extended a blood-red tentacle and plunged it into Franky's arm.

"In 10 seconds, I will drain all the blood from your body, turning you into a dried-up corpse."

"But even with human physical capabilities, it wouldn't last that long before blood loss. Let's see how long you can keep up this act."

"10!"

Countdown begins.

The moment the digital output appeared, Franky convulsed, and he could clearly feel the blood draining from his body.

The blood was slowly sucked away by the other's red tentacles.

"Damn it, this guy's abilities...!"

Franky felt a sense of urgency, but his mind became remarkably calm.

It can drain a person's entire blood volume in 10 seconds, which is 10% of the blood absorbed per second.

An average human being will fall into a coma if they lose 40% of their blood.

In other words, he only had four seconds... no, three seconds!

"9!"

He took a second to think, and as the countdown continued, Franky began to struggle.

Unfortunately, there was no room for trickery this time. His neck was tightly wrapped by the octopus's tentacles, and he could no longer use the Coup de Vent himself away.

8.

They have already lost 30% of their blood.

Franky's breathing became rapid, he broke out in a cold sweat, and panic and agitation instantly overwhelmed him.

As a cyborg, he has far less blood than a normal person, and many parts of his body have been turned into machines.

Hongjue probably drew blood at the standard rate for a normal person, taking 30% of his blood. In reality, Franky had lost at least half of his blood at this moment.

His vision began to blur, and a buzzing sound came from his cochlea; he was about to enter a semi-shock state.

No, he absolutely cannot faint, otherwise these two could examine his body... Franky used his last bit of consciousness to think, somewhat regretting why he hadn't installed a self-destruct device for himself in the lab, so that he could at least threaten the other party.

"Stop, or I'll self-destruct!"

Franky roared, took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up like a balloon.

"If I die, you'll never get the blueprints!"

Hongjue paused, "It seems you're willing to talk now. Why didn't you do this sooner? Humans never Undying until the very last moment."

Squidward N'Zoth saw right through Franky's little scheme and sneered:

"Don't be fooled by him, Senior Hongjue. This guy is definitely bluffing."

Having said that, he extended another tentacle and lashed out fiercely.

Bang!

Franky suffered a severe blow to the head and lost consciousness on the spot.

Hongjue: "..."

I feel looked down upon by the younger generation.

N'Zoth laid the unconscious Franky down, then extended more tentacles to examine his body.

"Judging from his cautious demeanor, the blueprints are most likely on him."

"Yes, you have a point."

Hongjue maintained his seniority and nodded solemnly.

Although he had no idea how N'Zoth came to this conclusion, he couldn't lose his seniority.

"That's what I thought too, but I didn't expect you to beat me to it."

"If this guy really had the ability to threaten self-destruction, he would have done so back at the Franky Family, instead of waiting until we caught him the second time."

N'Zoth removed Franky's floral shirt and continued, "And didn't you notice, senior? He's not a normal human. He was only able to throw his right hand out just now; he looks like a cyborg."

No normal person has this ability; after the fist is thrown, the back end is still connected to the arm by an iron chain.

"Hurry up, we never know who might come here," Hongjue urged.

Why don't you do it?

Squidward secretly rolled his eyes, when suddenly, his tentacle touched a switch on Franky's chest.

A snap.

Like the double doors of a refrigerator, two small doors opened on Franky's chest, revealing a mechanical mechanism inside.

N'Zoth, after probing with his tentacles in surprise, clicked his tongue in amazement:

"This person has lost many of their internal organs and is missing many ribs, all of which have been replaced by machines, yet they can still move around freely. It's truly remarkable."

"So, did you find it?"

"Found it."

N'Zoth pulled a thick stack of documents and two bottles containing red liquid from Franky's chest.

He tossed the document to Hongjue, then picked up the bottle and examined it closely.

Is this filled with blood?

With a pop, the tentacle opened the lid. N'Zoth sniffed it but didn't smell blood. Instead, it smelled like sparkling water.

"Cola?"

N'Zoth looked utterly bewildered.

Hongjue ignored him, flipped through the Pluton Blueprints with his tentacles, and then got dizzy from looking at them.

Besides some graphics, there are large sections of text that are incomprehensible.

"In any case, let's give this to the master first."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and prayed to heaven.

"Great and supreme Lord, your loyal subordinate Hongjue, reports on the progress of your mission..."

Chapter 247 Nico Robin

"Brother Franky! Brother Franky!"

Franky was shaken awake and opened his eyes to see two blocky heads.

"Kiwi, Mozu..."

They were two young women who used to be street thugs. A year ago, they were captivated by his charm and joined the Franky Family as his two assistants.

Seeing that they were his own people, Franky subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something and looked around.

This is the North Blue, a ship graveyard, where numerous abandoned shipwrecks lie piled up not far away.

This was his location before he lost consciousness.

Franky's expression changed drastically. Everything that had happened before was not an illusion. It was a blood manipulator, a black octopus.

"Brother Franky, why are you sleeping in a place like this?" Kiwi asked with concern.

"Have you seen a red slime and a black octopus?"

Franky pressed for more details.

The two exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

Franky had lost too much blood; his lips were now pale, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He quickly pressed a button on his chest, and his chest cavity opened up, revealing it to be empty.

The cola that served as his energy source disappeared, along with the blueprints he had hidden.

"Oops!"

Franky's heart skipped a beat; the blueprints for Pluton had been stolen.

If that thing falls into the hands of the World Government, the situation is extremely bad.

Although the text above is generally incomprehensible to the average person, the World Government's power is immense, and it's possible they could decipher its contents, at which point Pluton might reappear.

Without a second thought, Franky immediately said to his two deputies:

"Kiwi, go to number 1014 in the Eighth Waterway right now. There's a Water Meat Restaurant there. Tell the owner that Franky is hungry!"

"Mozu, go to the hospital and find a doctor. Oh, and remember to have him prepare a few bags of XF blood; I've lost a lot of blood."

Seeing that their older brother looked serious and didn't seem to be joking, the two girls nodded solemnly.

Not long after, at the Franky Family.

After the doctor injected some blood into Franky condition improved significantly.

"That's strange, your symptoms don't seem like typical blood loss..."

"That's none of your business. Take the money and get out of here."

Franky waved the doctor away, then sent Kiwi and Mozu to contact the other henchmen and ordered everyone to search for the two ability users who attacked him.

He himself disguised himself, put on a celebratory mask, and went out.

On another island not far from the Water 7, St. Faldo is hosting a mask carnival. Many tourists who come to participate take the Sea Train through the area, and people wearing masks and costumes can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Franky's attire meant he wouldn't attract attention on the street.

Half an hour later.

A private room on the second floor of an old-fashioned pub somewhere in the city.

The man named Iceburg stared at Franky, who was in disguise, with a serious expression that was hard to tell whether it was anger or dissatisfaction.

"I've told you so many times, don't contact me that way unless it's absolutely necessary. Why this time, Franky?!"

"That one was stolen!" Franky said bluntly.

Mayor Iceburg was taken aback at first, then realized what "that" Franky was referring to.

He jumped to his feet, saying incredulously:

"What did you say?!"

"Two people with special abilities suddenly attacked me today, about three hours ago!"

Franky took a deep breath and said quickly, "I don't know who they are, but I suspect they're from the government."

"Impossible... Where did you expose yourself?"

Cold sweat appeared on Iceburg's face.

His deceased master entrusted him with the blueprints, which he then passed on to Franky. Even if it cost them both their lives, they absolutely could not let the blueprints fall into the hands of the government.

"I haven't been exposed. They couldn't possibly catch me red-handed, Iceburg. There must be a government spy among you!"

Franky suppressed his anger, not at Iceburg, but at himself. He wanted to slap himself for losing such important blueprints so easily.

"Calm down."

Despite being the mayor, Iceburg remained calm and composed, not letting panic overwhelm him. He began to devise a countermeasure.

He had suspected before that there were government spies around him.

After Tom's death, the World Government will not give up so easily and will definitely keep a close watch on him. It was precisely because of this that he chose to entrust the items to Franky for safekeeping a year ago when Franky came to him.

After all, it's far too unsafe to keep it in one's own hands.

Unexpectedly, Franky lost him within just one year.

Of course, Franky can't be blamed for this; the person who targeted Franky so precisely must have had sufficient intelligence.

"First of all, they're not necessarily government officials."