One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

After bringing the person over, the prisoners immediately withdrew.

Caesar Courland warmly invited Abel and the others to sit down.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was still a cup of coffee that he had just had brewed.

Including him, there were a total of 5 cups, no more and no less.

"I am Caesar Courant. May I ask your names?"

"Gustaves Abel, the highest-ranking member of the Donquixote Family, has come on behalf of Captain Dover to discuss cooperation."

Abel didn't go for coffee; he went straight to the point without mentioning the thoughts of those around him.

While laughing, Caesar Clown asked, "Since we're talking about cooperation, why didn't Doflamingo come in person? Does he look down on me?"

In the end, the smile on his face vanished instantly; his mood changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

However, this attempt to intimidate Abel failed to faze him. Abel remained completely unfazed, calmly stating, "Captain Doflamingo is a Shichibukai and now the King of Dressrosa. With so many matters to attend to every day, what use are we, his officers, if we need to do everything ourselves?"

"When it comes to cooperation, sincerity is what matters, don't you agree?"

At Abel's prompting, Monet opened one of the boxes they had brought, which was filled with 'Skull Yuki'!

Caesar Courland endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back any longer, and his eyes began to gleam.

They wished they could just rob the money right now.

But he knew that if he did that, he would be courting death.

No one will cooperate with him anymore.

For the sake of long-term interests, he could only suppress his greed and change his tone, saying, "When it comes to cooperation, sincerity is of course the most important thing! It's a real pity that Doflamingo can't come in person."

"I'm glad you think that way. So we've shown our sincerity, isn't it your turn now?"

Suddenly, Abel slammed the box full of money shut.

Chapter 577 Display of Killing Weapons

Caesar Courland reluctantly looked away from the money box, then said to Abel and the others, "Come with me, I'll show you the invention of the world's greatest scientist."

"Isn't Vegapunk the greatest scientist in the world?"

Fortunately, Abel held back and didn't say those words.

Otherwise, given the animosity between the two, Caesar Courland would probably have turned hostile on the spot.

Of course, Abel wasn't afraid of this guy turning on him, but now wasn't the time.

They followed Caesar Courland to another room, but it wasn't the laboratory Abel and the others had imagined; instead, it was a monitoring room.

Here, the screen is divided into several grids, each grid representing a room with 1 to 5 different numbers of people in it.

Just as Abel was having some guesses, Caesar Cullen also spoke up with a smile: "Whoosh whoo ...

As he spoke, he pressed one of the buttons on the console.

Then the view from room 1 immediately expanded to fill the entire screen.

Inside, a prisoner dressed in prison clothes was chained to a chair and struggled incessantly, but a syringe that was ejected from the seat was successfully injected into his body.

Then, in just a few seconds, the prisoner who had been struggling and screaming just moments before suddenly became completely stiff, unable to speak, and drooling incessantly, like a mentally challenged person.

At this point, Caesar Courant also began to explain, "This muscle relaxant works by interfering with nerve conduction at the neuromuscular endings of the target, reducing the target's muscle strength, causing the whole body to become weak and stiff, and unable to speak on its own."

"With just this small syringe, you can easily subdue your target, leaving them defenseless and completely at your mercy."

"It's an essential medicine for home, travel, and even for silencing witnesses! Whoosh ...

"How's it going? Are you interested?"

Abel remained expressionless. "There's no need to recommend these little toys to us. I think you should bring out something worthy of your title as 'the world's greatest scientist,' otherwise I'll feel like this trip was a complete waste of time."

Caesar Cullen wasn't angry. He just made a funny face and said, "It's okay if you're not satisfied. This is just an appetizer. Please watch this next."

Caesar Courland casually tossed away the muscle relaxant in his hand and then pressed button number 2.

I wonder if it was Abel's statement that he was 'the world's greatest scientist' that made him seem to be in a good mood.

"KORO Killing Gas: Anyone who inhales this gas will either lose their mobility or die on the spot. Once released, the gas will linger for a long time."

As Caesar Courland explained, a large amount of green poisonous gas was spewing out of the room in scene 2, and the five prisoners inside quickly collapsed to the ground.

Some were still convulsing, while others had already been killed.

Moreover, the toxic gas inside will not gradually disappear over time.

Upon seeing this, Caesar Courland wore a smug expression, clearly recognizing it as one of his masterpieces.

After reading it, Abel still had the same expression, "Interesting, much better than the little toy from before. Are there any more powerful ones?"

"Wow, these are some really picky customers. Looks like I'll have to show them some real skills."

Seeing that even KORO's killing gas couldn't satisfy the other party's demands, Caesar Clown also became serious.

So he first pressed a few buttons on the control panel to remove the gas from room 2, and then pressed button 6.

"Ta-da! Look, this is the very thing that once destroyed all life on this island, and it's also my latest scientific achievement, my little pet, Slime!"

In screen number 6, a shapeless, red, gelatinous substance appeared before everyone's eyes.

Then, with Caesar Courland's swift manipulation, more than a dozen prisoners were suddenly thrown into room number 6.

These prisoners seemed to have a premonition of their impending fate, so they were screaming and shouting wildly, on the verge of collapse.

But Caesar Courland showed no sympathy whatsoever; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

"Show me your power, my little darling~"

As he gently pressed a button, the gelatinous substance inside suddenly began to expand, releasing purple toxic gas.

Bang!

The red, gelatinous substance exploded, turning completely into purple poisonous gas that filled the entire room.

Under the watchful eyes of Abel and the others, these prisoners who had been running away were instantly petrified and turned into statues the moment they were enveloped in the purple poisonous gas.

Upon seeing this, Caesar Courland couldn't help but dance with excitement, shouting, "These gelatinous substances are actually formed from compressed H2S poison gas, so when it explodes, the poison gas will spread at an unimaginable speed. Furthermore, this poison gas will entangle those who come into contact with it, entering their bodies through the skin, causing them to become paralyzed, lose consciousness, and petrify!"

"Of course, this weapon of mass destruction still has some flaws that need to be addressed. Once I have fully perfected it, it will be a nightmare for everyone on the battlefield! But the prerequisite is that I have enough funds to complete it, which is one of the reasons why I need collaborators."

Caesar Courland's cunning lay in the mixture of truth and falsehood in his words.

He could, of course, not point out the slime's flaws and sell it for a good price.

But that's essentially a one-off deal, good for ripping off those who don't know what's good for them.

However, what he needs now is a long-term financial backer, and one with both power and connections.

Among the candidates he investigated, Donquixote Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, was one of his top three choices that met the criteria.

This is why he was somewhat angry at the beginning when he didn't see Doflamingo in person.

He felt that it was a lack of respect for him.

But for the sake of money, he decided to forgive the other party first, and then extort a hefty sum from them.

"What do you think of my masterpiece?"

Faced with Caesar Courland's confident question, Abel nodded slightly. "It's quite good, and I believe Captain Dover will like it too. But actually, we're here today for another technology you have, and we want to start a collaboration."

"Artificial Devil Fruit!"

Caesar Courland didn't seem surprised by this, although he only revealed a little bit about it, but it's clear that the world is not short of smart people.

"First of all, I must state that there is a risk of failure in artificial Devil Fruits, and there is no rule out the possibility of significant side effects. Currently, only Zoan-type Devil Fruits can be produced."

Caesar Courland first revealed his shortcomings, then suddenly changed the subject.

Chapter 578 Artificial Devil Fruit

"Although this technology is not yet mature, you are standing in front of the world's greatest scientists, so as long as you have enough time and research funding, none of this will be a problem."

Caesar Courland knew that 'sincerity' was the surest weapon, while deception and empty promises were the ultimate weapons!

What's the difference between a researcher who can't fool investors or make empty promises and a salted fish?

As for the previous self-disclosure of product defects, those were merely means to gain people's trust.

He was a natural-born master at tailoring his approach to different people.

Even Monet and the other girls were fooled by him.

Of course, this is also why Abel didn't let Violet 'see through' him; there was no need for that.

It was enough for Abel to know what kind of person this guy was.

"Regarding funding, you have absolutely no need to doubt the strength of our Don Quixote family."

"However, we need some time to verify this... well, great scientific achievement."

Abel made a promise on behalf of Doflamingo.

Caesar Courland was very pleased with Abel's wording, and he also needed time to select a collaborator.

His 'fishpond' contains more than just Donquixote Doflamingo as a big fish.

Some of them are even heavyweights!

However, Caesar Courland was also worried about one thing: if his collaborator was too powerful, would he become someone else's 'subordinate'? He didn't want to be anyone's employee.

So what he really needs is an ideal sucker who has enough money to squander, enough power and status to protect him, and who won't be so powerful as to make him a vassal!

Obviously, such suckers are hard to find.

"No problem. I happen to have some people to meet with next to discuss cooperation matters."

Caesar Courland said it casually.

What this sentence means, those who know, know.