The pinnacle of the navy! It all started when Garp captured him Chapter 086

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New World Punk Hazard Island Originally, the island would fall into chaos due to Caesar Clown’s illegal research, but as Doflamingo was captured by Roy and Gion, the hidden line between him and Caesar was completely broken.

Kaido sensed the crisis and recruited Caesar in advance for his own “artificial fruit” plan. Therefore, the “poison gas incident” did not break out and Punk Hazard was not destroyed.

Today, it is still a top-secret research base directly under the World Government.

The thick metal walls reflect a silver-gray luster, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant, coolant, and steel after high-temperature burning.

Deep in the corridor, after the electronic door is opened, the central control room can be seen——

Vegapunk, head of the Navy’s scientific department, was immersed in a sea of ​​holographic projections and parameter formulas.

In the center of the huge main control room, Vegapunk was standing in front of a set of suspended holographic projections, his expression focused, his fingertips rapidly tapping the virtual keyboard.

“Target individual improvement experiment… the stability rate is only 13.7%…”

He frowned in thought and called up another database of experimental subjects starting with “Class C War Criminals”. His eyes seemed a little tired, but still accurate.

However, the moment he turned around to take his notes—

“Swish.”

There was no wind and no sound.

However, a black shadow silently emerged behind him, as if the space was split open by an invisible force and then quietly stitched together.

“Wow!!”

Vegapunk screamed and nearly knocked over the shelf of potions behind him.

He turned around suddenly, and after seeing the lazy smiling face clearly, he slapped his chest and cursed: “Little devil! Do you want to scare my old bones to death?!”

Standing behind him was the face that was both familiar and troubling to him——

Roy was wearing casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, and his usual lazy smile on his face: “Long time no see, Doctor.”

Vegapunk took a deep breath and quickly walked to the control console. He skillfully entered a string of encrypted codes. All the monitoring equipment in the control room “froze” instantly, and automatically erased the video data of the past minute, and then replaced it with the preset pictures in a loop.

The whole process was silent, flawless, and so skillful that it made people feel heartbroken.

“Now no one will know you were here.” He sighed as he operated. “The alarm didn’t even go off. Your ‘space jump’ is really getting worse and worse…”

Vegapunk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Can you give me a heads up next time? My old bones can’t stand being scared.”

Roy shrugged: “If I say hello in advance, I’m afraid CP0 will chat with you before I do.”

“cut……”

Vegapunk rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh: “If the World Government had your abilities, I would have died ten times already.”

He patted the dust off his lab coat and said in a half-joking tone: “Tell me what you want from me. You’re not the kind of person who comes to me for tea when you have nothing to do.”

He paused and smiled meaningfully, “Not to mention, you are the major shareholder of my experimental project.”

Few people know that Roy and Vegapunk’s first acquaintance did not originate from the navy system, but through a special intermediary – the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Monkey D. Dragon.

That year, Roy had not yet become famous in the New World, but Long had already placed high hopes on him through the red revolutionary knowledge revealed by Roy, and regarded Roy as a key link in changing the world in the future.

With Long’s help and Tesoro’s strong support in terms of funding and intelligence, Roy was able to quietly invest in several “personal projects” belonging to Vegapunk.

All of this has never appeared in any archives of the World Government or the Navy Headquarters.

Although the two have different positions, they appreciate each other and maintain a rare and secret cooperative relationship based on tacit understanding and trust.

Vegapunk walked deeper into the lab, asking without looking back, “What do you want this time? Illegal? Unreasonable? Or… inhumane?”

Behind him, Roy had a familiar smile on his face, walked steadily, and his fingertips casually slid across the laboratory table that was glowing with a cold light.

“Don’t say such harsh words, Doctor.” He chuckled, “When have I ever asked you for something so dangerous…”

As he spoke, Roy’s eyes suddenly became sharp, but his voice remained calm: “I heard… you used Kaido’s bloodline factor to create an artificial devil fruit.”

Vegapunk paused for a moment, then slowly turned around, his eyes still filled with unfathomable wisdom and caution.

“PX-K7?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the… ‘failed one’?”

“You say it’s a failure,” Roy shrugged. “But it’s a bloodline factor extracted from the ‘strongest creature’ after all. It took you twenty years to research it. Even if the color doesn’t match, its performance will not be simple.”

Vegapunk snorted softly, his tone mixed with disdain and vigilance: “The World Government did ask me to hand it over, but I pushed back with the excuse that the fruit’s color doesn’t match the original species. It’s still locked in the deep freezer of Punk Hazard.”

He continued walking forward, his tone slightly irritated: “CP0 recently sent someone here again, saying they want to re-evaluate the strategic significance of the ‘fruit’.”

At this point, he suddenly paused and turned his head to look at Roy, his eyes scrutinizing and oppressive: “What do you want it for?”

Roy didn’t answer immediately, but just smiled slightly.

“I need that fruit.” He said it simply but firmly.

Vegapunk narrowed his eyes and sensed that the boy was not telling the truth, but he did not expose him.

“So what are you going to exchange for it?”

His tone became serious, with the long-lost anticipation between researchers and collaborators.

“I heard…” Roy said casually, “You’ve recently encountered a bottleneck in the ‘Clone Soldier’ ​​project.”

Vegapunk stopped again and his expression finally changed.

He turned to look at Roy, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes: “How much do you know?”

“Your problem is that the fusion of ‘individual genetic adaptability’ and ‘supernormal physical resistance feedback’ is unstable.”

Roy took a step closer and lowered his voice, “What if I can find a Bakanniah individual who is willing to cooperate with the experiment for you?”

“What?!”

Vegapunk’s eyes suddenly widened and he screamed, even forgetting to lower his voice.

“You mean… the Bakhaniya tribe?!”

The air was stagnant for a moment. These five words represented the World Government’s deepest taboo, a bloodline that had been “deleted” by history, a name that the World Government was extremely secretive about.

Vegapunk’s eyes suddenly became sharp, but then he slowly calmed down.

He was silent for a few seconds, and finally a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “What a dangerous kid…”

He muttered something in a low voice, then turned around and continued forward, waving his hand and saying, “Okay, as long as you can really solve my research problem, the ‘ownership problem’ of the fruit, I will help you solve it.”

“No matter how closely CP0 watches, don’t try to take it from me.”

The corners of Roy’s mouth slightly raised, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

“make a deal.”