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"very good."
On the Den Den Mushi, a blond man wearing a top hat, with a grotesque scar running across his right eye, said, "Pay attention to timing. Make sure your acting is convincing, understand? Show up when the kidnapper is feeling smug, and don't arouse Dr. Tsukimi's suspicion."
Corgi, a senior agent of the World Government, is "invited" by his superiors to participate in the humanoid weapon project.
Vegapunk has added a sturdy body and powerful firepower to the war machine, making it fully equipped, but it lacks only its own consciousness.
The most obvious difference in the field of robotics is autonomous consciousness. Some robots are pioneers that fire cannons, while others are Jarvis controlling Iron Man. There's no comparison at all.
This time, faced with demands from higher-ups, Corgi focused on results, identified the key issues, and broke free from path dependencies. Deciding to launch a coordinated attack, a heroic rescue of the scientist, and a meticulously crafted combination of strategies, Corgi employed this approach.
"Ok!"
The man in the suit looked through the glass window at the kidnappers surrounding Dr. Tsukimi and his group, and casually asked, "Corgi Team Leader, there seem to be some Marines over there too."
"Navy? Oh, it must be Berg's men."
Corgi casually put on his tie, his fingers mimicking the piano music from the gramophone, and he slightly raised his head. "He's just a coward, it's just a matter of making a phone call."
He knew the commander of the naval base on the island of machinery, Colonel Berg, a middle-aged man who had risen through the ranks based on seniority. His strength was mediocre, and he was timid and cowardly.
"Ha, a nobody." He paused the music and pulled out a Den Den Mushi to dial a number.
“Berg, I’m the head of the World Government’s Special Operations Group. You have people in Dr. Tsukimi’s exhibition hall.” Corgi’s tone was relaxed, as if he were directing a subordinate. “Something will happen next, causing them to feign defeat. Don’t resist! Understand?”
"Okay, okay..."
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Berg's face was grim. He had just agreed when he realized something was wrong. "Wait, Team Leader Corgi, this isn't a day off for Team Berg. You've mistaken me for someone else..."
Before Berg could finish speaking, Corgi hung up the phone.
There are only a few navy men around, so let the kidnappers take them out. Although those guys are not very strong, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary navy men.
"By the way, are those navy men soldiers or officers?" Corgi turned on the phonograph, lowered the needle, and resumed the paused music.
"Hmm... there are a few guys in soldier uniforms, and some in civilian clothes..." the man in the suit reported.
Oh, are there any sergeants or lieutenants?
No major problem, we can launch an attack; the advantage lies with us.
To the strains of the melodious tune, Corgi picked up a wine glass from the table, took a sip, and looked relaxed.
"Wait, team leader, a female navy woman wearing a 'justice' coat has appeared inside!"
Wearing a cloak of justice?
They were either officers or generals, so Corgi became serious and quickly reviewed his memory.
There are only three known female officers: Gion, Dor, and Tina.
"What color is her hair?" Corgi caught on to the key question.
It's white.
None of the three men had white hair; they were just school officers.
Corgi breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly a name popped into his mind, and the wine glass in his hand shattered on the ground with a clatter due to its weakness.
White...white?
Corgi's smile froze on his face.
In perfect unison, the sound of a building being smashed came from the other end of the Den Den Mushi. Even across the street and the Den Den Mushi, the kidnapper's crushing pleas for mercy pierced through, strongly shaking the senses.
Compared to the Ghost Shark, which hones its domineering presence day after day, a few trashy creatures with bounties of less than 100 million are not even worthy of being considered as a post-meal exercise.
"Team leader, the plan has failed..." The man in the suit's voice abruptly stopped.
Ghost Shark emerged carrying a circular saw, his figure breathtakingly elegant, and with a casual kick, a vibrant flower of blood bloomed.
Just as the man in the suit was giving his report, the girl easily subdued everyone, including the rescue team hiding in the corner.
Immediately afterwards, she condensed a blood spear and disappeared on the spot.
call out!
It was the sound of blood spears flying.
The crimson spear shot forth almost through space, appearing before the man in the suit at incredible speed. The accompanying gust of wind whipped his hair into a frenzy.
*Thud!* An arm, its sleeves clad tightly in white lace, grasped the blood-stained spear that was about to pierce the throat.
"So you're the organizer of this farce?" The girl's tone was calm and devoid of any emotion.
"Yes Yes..."
The man in the suit lowered his head hesitantly, the Den Den Mushi he was holding in his palm already closed.
He looked up again, and the innate imposing aura made his eyelids twitch, his tongue slurred, and he couldn't speak properly.
White hair, carrying a guitar case, the most beautiful woman in the world.
It was Navy Captain Specter. He had already recognized her. This battle-crazed woman was Specter, who could easily tear her enemies apart.
No wonder the Corgi team leader cut off the Den Den Mushi communication immediately.
The blood spear was lodged in his throat, rendering him immobile; his life was entirely in her hands. Passersby were terrified and took off running.
The man in the suit swallowed hard, raised his hands, and offered a devout French salute.
Life, return
Death is a question that doesn't even need to be considered.
"Who are you?"
Ghost Shark's eyes flashed with a fierce, blood-red light, and his tone was indifferent, as if he were inquiring about a trivial matter.
The moment the man in the suit saw the woman's eyes, he suddenly remembered the scene of Specter giving the CP agency a hard time at the awarding ceremony. The government's resentment towards her had not yet been vented, and the fear brought by her defeat of the Golden Lion had clouded everyone's hearts.
The man in the suit's legs went weak and trembled; if it weren't for the blood spear in his throat, he would have knelt down long ago.
"The World Government..."
....Quan..
A tavern in Alabasta, on the Grand Line.
The burly man, as big as a bear, took the beer, downed it in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Iska, any news about the Mad Itachi Pirates lately?"
Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl who was eating fried rice immediately stood up straight, wiped her mouth, and replied seriously, "Reporting to Lieutenant General Doro, according to intelligence from the reconnaissance unit, the Mad Weasel gang has entered the West Sea along the Reverse Mountain."
The West Sea?
Could it be that the destination is Ghost Shark's Crescent Island?
Dolo lowered his head and pondered for a moment, looking at the beautiful girl who regarded him as her savior, a mocking smile flashing across his lips.
"In that case, let's march into the West Sea and capture those vicious pirates no matter what!"
"Yes, Lieutenant General Dolo." Iska saluted, standing ramrod straight, his eyes filled with deep respect.
What a righteous act!
Indeed, only a superior like Lieutenant General Dolo is worth following!
Chapter Ninety-Two: She drew a killer whale (Please subscribe)
"Dr. Tsukimi, as you have heard, this is the government's plan."
In a secluded courtyard outside the exhibition hall, Laurentina sat under a cherry blossom tree amidst a shower of petals, picked up a cup of floral tea from the stone table, and took a sip, savoring its delicate fragrance.
"Hehe, is that so? Then thank you very much for saving me, Navy Lord." Tsukimi's attitude was neither warm nor cold, but her manners were impeccable.
Ok?
The girl glanced at Tsukimi, who was drinking tea, then looked down at her own attire and immediately realized what was going on.
This old man, does he also consider himself to be on the government's side?
Upon closer examination, it does make sense: the kidnappers strike first, then the righteous navy thwarts the plot, thereby gaining the scientist's favor.
This is no longer interesting.
"Oh, so that's how it is! Those government guys are really wicked!"
Beside Dr. Tsukimi, the dwarf in military uniform, who was also drinking tea, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. "Thank goodness these older sisters appeared, Dr. Tsukimi, otherwise I'm afraid I'd never see you again."
After saying this, the dwarf burst into tears and couldn't even finish the dumplings in his hand.
Hearing these words, Tsukimi was both amused and exasperated, and could only affectionately pat the other person's head.
"Beep; beep, after all, this is my most respected Colonel Specter."
Willow Leaf Blade was wandering aimlessly in the courtyard where machine parts were piled up. As soon as it saw someone praising Ghost Shark, it immediately darted over and obediently placed its head under the girl's palm.
The main theme is comparison.
Under the eaves of the courtyard, Muse and Haiya each had a plate of small dumplings, eating them while swinging their legs.
However, upon noticing Liu Yedao's coquettish behavior, the two were immediately speechless, a strange sense of unease welling up inside them.
A robot could completely defeat me?
Wait a minute, why would I be jealous of a robot? Something without a soul is ultimately dead. There's a lot more to this than it can handle.
"Hello, I'm Lieutenant Spencer. I never expected to meet another robot?"
Seeing the dwarf in military uniform looking completely satisfied, he jumped out of Tsukimi's arms, walked over, and gave a military salute.
"Hello, are you... one of our kind?" The robot car circled around Spencer a few times, its headlights flashing green, expressing friendliness.
“But your body is almost exactly the same as a human’s. You can walk and eat…” Lancet said with envy.
"This is all thanks to the doctor!" Spencer said proudly.
The two robots' peculiar interaction amused everyone, especially Tsukimi, whose face unconsciously broke into a smile.
“Colonel Ghost Shark.” Tsukimi pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke up, “Thank you very much for your help. If you don’t mind, I can help this robot lady with further modifications.”
“For example…” he pointed at Spencer and laughed, “it could be transformed into this almost lifelike form.”
"Of course, I will not add weapon systems."
This is Tsukimi's bottom line.
He supports the robots having some self-defense capabilities, but he will absolutely not add powerful firepower.
Robots can only ever be partners of humanity, not executioners who slaughter humans.
"Huh? Can I turn into a human?"
Caught off guard by the overwhelming surprise, Liu Yedao's eyes flashed green lights as he happily circled around Yuejian.
Become a human.
Even Ghost Shark was momentarily stumped; what kind of person should he become?
According to the doctor's recollection, it was either an ignorant nurse with a syringe, a rash and clueless teacher, or a neighbor lady who was warmly welcoming guests while her husband was away.
"However, let's get Ain's consent first." The girl pressed down on the robot's head, her excitement accompanying her as she did so.
"Don't worry, dear Colonel."
The robot car's headlights condensed into a smiling face, explaining that the message had already been sent through the two people's unique communication method.
The reply came quickly, essentially instructing Lancet to follow the colonel's orders.
"
"I see." The girl thought for a moment, asked Yuejian for a piece of drawing paper, and took out her paintbrush to start drawing.
Colonel Ghost Shark, what is this?
Haiya, Muse, and Lancet surrounded the paper, holding their breath as all eyes were fixed on the slightly rough white paper.
The finest paintbrushes from Latavia danced gracefully in the young girl's hands, a dance composed of lines and colors.
The hands ticked away, as if accompanying this graceful dance.
pat!
The moment the girl's paintbrush fell, everyone gasped in surprise.
A lifelike and vivid image of a young girl leaps off the page.
Her long, white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, she wore a wide-brimmed hat with a blue band, a white lace-trimmed halter dress paired with blue fitted shorts, and sat quietly under a leaf umbrella on the beach, her whole being like a noble snow lotus in bloom.