Franky, who was debugging a new weapon, suddenly looked up, his eyes shining, "What did you say?! Money?" He ripped off his goggles, "Let's go! Let's see!"
When Franky rushed out of his base, the sight before him instantly turned him to stone.
The Thousand Sunny was slowly docking in front of his "home," every detail on its hull gleaming with outrageous luxury.
Gilded cannons, a diamond-encrusted rudder, even the anchor shimmered with the luster of rare metal...
"Super!!! This...this is simply a work of art..." Franky's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Suddenly,
A straw-hatted boy on the ship stretched out his arm, grabbing the railing in front of Franky, laughing carefree, "Hey! You're Franky, right! Come be our nakama!"
"Huh?!" Franky hadn't even reacted when Nami already stood on the ship's rail, hands on her hips, her fists cracking, "I'm warning you, if you dare touch even a single piece of gold on this ship, I'll sink all of you to the bottom of the sea!"
But the cyborgs were already restless; a few bolder ones had already pulled out their tools, ready to pry off diamonds, "Who cares! Let's just grab them first!"
Just as they were brandishing their wrenches, preparing to swarm forward, a slender figure suddenly appeared beside the Thousand Sunny's gilded railing.
The sea breeze ruffled Ron's black trench coat as he looked down at Franky, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"I finally found you, Franky."
His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the restless cyborgs.
Franky suddenly raised his hand to stop his eager subordinates, his eyebrows raised high, "Super ~ Interesting! Who are you? What do you want from me?"
At this moment, Sanji walked out of the ship's cabin, his cigarette trembling slightly at his lips, "Whoa, whoa..." He sized up Franky, who was only wearing a pair of briefs, "This level of perversion...it must have broken through the human bottom line, right?"
Zoro nodded, for once agreeing with Sanji, "He's certainly perverted enough."
Hearing them question his trendy attire, Franky immediately twisted excitedly, striking various exaggerated poses, "What do you know! This is the most Super trend!"
Nami sighed, holding her forehead, "Do we really have to find such a pervert to be our nakama...?"
Ron, however, chuckled softly and pulled out a yellowed blueprint from his embrace. When the sea breeze blew open a corner of the blueprint, Franky's movements suddenly stiffened. Although he didn't recognize the words on it,
He could clearly see the huge ship drawn on it!
A design plan!
And it was an extraordinary design plan!
"I heard the best shipwright in Water 7..." Ron's voice carried an alluring magic, "Can understand this?"
A reflection flashed across Franky's sunglasses. When he saw the contents, his heart pounded, and he became uncharacteristically serious, "Whoa, whoa... This thing is no joke..."
As the successor of Tom's Workers, he knew better than anyone what those ship drawings meant, and they looked very similar, almost identical, to something he had seen before!
It was a forbidden item that could destroy the entire Water 7.
"Super ~ Interesting..." He leaned back exaggeratedly, crossing his arms in an "X" defensive posture, "But what exactly do you guys, who suddenly appeared, want from me?"
His subordinates sensed the change in atmosphere and picked up their wrenches and welding torches. The clang of metal echoed on Scrap Island. Franky subtly stepped back half a step, staring intently at these inexplicable people.
Ron unhurriedly rolled up the blueprint, a faint smile on his lips, "We need a shipwright who can understand this kind of design plan."
His gaze swept over Franky's modified mechanical arm, "Especially... one who is good at modifying special ships."
Franky's pupils suddenly contracted. This sentence was like a key, precisely prying open the most secret memories in his heart. The steam from the Sea Train on the day Mr. Tom was taken away was also this hot.
"Ha!" He suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter deliberately exaggerated, "I'm not interested in junk!"
But the eyes that were fixed on the design plan in Ron's hand betrayed his inner desire.
Sanji exhaled a smoke ring, "Hey, pervert, your eyes are practically welded to the design plan, hey."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Franky suddenly spread his arms, immediately averting his gaze, but his peripheral vision still involuntarily glanced at the blueprint in Ron's hand. With just a quick look, he noticed that some details were different, even more perfect than what he had seen before.
Robin suddenly appeared from the ship's rail, her violet eyes looking directly at Franky, "Mr. Tom must have taught you... some truths are destined to find the right person."
Hearing his mentor's name, Franky felt as if struck by lightning. His mechanical joints made a "click-clack" grinding sound, and his cola-powered core began to overload.
But in the end, he hardened his heart and turned away:
"No matter what your intentions are..." His voice uncharacteristically deepened, "Don't even think about dragging me into dangerous matters!"
The sea breeze suddenly stilled, and an eerie silence permeated Scrap Island.
Just as Franky and the Thousand Sunny crew were confronting each other, a jarring "creak" suddenly came from the air—as if an invisible hand was tearing at space.
"What the hell?" Franky's mechanical eyes quickly adjusted focus, only to see the air distorting and rippling like water waves in an open space not far away.
An invisible door appeared out of thin air, and familiar yet strange figures walked out of it one by one.
"Lucci? Kaku?" Franky looked at the few people in front of him, and the inexplicable air door behind them, bewildered, "And Miss Kalifa? Aren't you employees of the Galley-La Company?"
"Instead of going to work, what are you doing showing up here out of nowhere?"
His voice abruptly stopped. The employees of the Galley-La Company in front of him had completely changed.
Lucci's pristine white suit and tie were impeccable, Kaku's eyes had turned cold, Kalifa's gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light, and most strangely, they had walked out of an invisible door!
When did an invisible door appear here?
"This is Super wrong..." Franky subconsciously adopted a combat stance, recalling carefully that these people were clearly just ordinary dockworkers, secretaries, and carpenters at the Galley-La Company!
Just then,
The air door twisted and rippled again, like water disturbed by a stone, and a burly figure stepped out of it. That familiar hairstyle made Franky's breathing hitch.
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