One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

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at the same time.

Alabasta Kingdom - Rainland.

In the dimly lit, enclosed room, the smoke from cigars lingered, mingling with the dry, dusty smell.

Lockdal sat in a large crocodile-skin chair, his left hand tapping the table lightly with a metal hook, producing a regular and subdued sound.

A newly delivered confidential report was spread out on the table.

"waste."

He uttered two words, his voice hoarse as if sand were grinding against each other.

The cigar was stubbed out hard in the gilded ashtray, sparks flying as it instantly went dark.

The secret report contained only a few lines:

"Operation Whiskey Peak has failed."

Mr.5 and Miss. have been confirmed to be out of contact on Valentine's Day.

Princess Vivi and Ikaram, the targets, were taken away by the Straw Hat crew.

There were no signs of large-scale fighting at the scene, suggesting that the situation was quickly suppressed.

Crocodile raised his sinister eyes, his gaze like a venomous scorpion in the desert, and pierced the woman standing in the shadows.

"The Straw Hat Pirates?"

"They're just a bunch of lucky people who became famous by relying on their Logia-type abilities. Do they really think they can do whatever they want on this sea with just that little bit of luck?"

His voice echoed in the dimly lit room, carrying suppressed anger and chilling murderous intent.

From the shadows, Nicole Robin—codenamed Miss All Sunday—slowly emerged.

She elegantly clasped her hands in front of her, a familiar, all-knowing, mysterious smile on her face.

Robin nodded slightly, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the secret report: "According to intelligence, they have taken Princess Vivi away and openly declared that they will intervene in the internal strife in Alabasta."

"Do we need to mobilize higher-level agents? Or... are you prepared to personally 'entertain' this group of uninvited guests?"

"I'll take care of it myself?"

"They're not qualified yet!"

Crocodile sneered and slowly rose from the shadows.

"Since they want to be heroes... then let them be buried in the desert."

He turned and walked toward the map deep inside the secret room, his sand-like finger pointing toward the heart of Alabasta: "Notify all senior agents and the 'Elders of Billions' to assemble and deploy defenses near Yuba."

"Also, doesn't Mr. 3 have a mission to go to the small garden?"

"Let Mr. 2 come along too, and set off ahead of time—to give the Straw Hat crew a 'gift' first."

Robin's smile remained unchanged, but a subtle hint of thought flashed in his eyes: "Understood, BOSS."

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"That's incredible, V!"

"I knew you wouldn't forget me!"

On the deck of the Going Merry, Usopp jumped up excitedly, opening his arms to give V a warm hug.

V kicked out, laughing as he sent the disgusting guy flying.

"Don't get involved."

"Instead of thanking me, you should make good use of this prosthetic body."

"Weren't you working with Bucky on the latest ammunition formula lately?"

"With this prosthetic body, your formula will finally have a chance to be put to good use!"

Usopp, kicked away by V, tumbled in mid-air and crashed awkwardly into the ship's railing.

Even so, the smile on his face did not fade in the slightest.

Usopp excitedly moved his brand-new metal arms, feeling the prosthetic information coming from his brain-computer interface, and couldn't help but smile.

This is the brand new prosthetic body that V just fitted for him.

It is said that it comes from a user of the Blast Fruit.

Usopp was very satisfied with the prosthetic body, both in terms of its power and its effectiveness.

[Crystal Body: Explode, Reality!]

[Level: 6]

【introduce:

A multi-functional combat cybernetic body designed specifically for fire support, featuring three special forms.

[Form 1: Burst]

The prosthetic body can transform into a hand cannon, which completely cancels out recoil when firing heavy shells.

The projectiles are synthesized in real time from the prosthetic body's internal energy, consuming the user's physical and mental strength.

【Form Two: The Manufacturer】

Consuming physical and mental energy, it can generate various types of high-explosive ammunition (such as armor-piercing rounds, incendiary rounds, and high-explosive rounds) out of thin air, and the type of ammunition can be switched instantly by the user's will.

Pattern Three: The Ascending One

After inputting the complete ammunition formula via a brain-computer interface and loading the corresponding physical materials, the prosthetic body will permanently record the formula.

After that, in Form 1 or Form 2, the corresponding custom shells or special bullets can be generated directly without having to repeatedly enter the recipe.

Chapter 61: Third Brother, Though Young, Creates a Legend (Please Read On!)

Boom!!!

The Grand Line, Little Garden.

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the primeval jungle in the center of the island, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed Mr. 3's carefully laid out area.

He gaped in astonishment, and the number 3 hairstyle on his head suddenly erupted with intense rage!

"You idiotic transvestite!!" he screamed in exasperation. "Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Wow! Of course I know!"

Amidst the flames of the explosion, a man in a pink ballet costume landed gracefully.

Baroque codenamed Mr. 2, von Clay, wiped away his tears, but his tone was unusually firm.

"But! But! How can such a sacred duel between warriors be defiled by such despicable means!"

"This feeling, this purity! Even if it's the BOSS's order, I absolutely will not allow it!"

"You reckless lunatic!!!"

"You'll get us killed!!!"

Mr. 3 was so angry that he was trembling. He quickly looked at his partner, Miss Golden Week, next to him.

"We can't count on this good-for-nothing. Let's run before the giants find us!"

"Miss Golden Week, get ready to disguise yourself."

"Okay, okay!"

The equally terrified little girl, Miss Golden Week, quickly complied.

As Mr. 3's partner, she not only possesses the secret method of controlling other people's moods with colors, but also has first-class conversation skills, and can paint the wax figures created by Mr. 3 to lifelike detail.

"Combo attack! A deceptively realistic portrait!"

A pool of thick white liquid gushed from Mr. 3's palm.

Miss Golden Week, which is located next to it, also started to move quickly.

Paintbrushes, smeared with paint, swung rapidly through the air, and in the blink of an eye, a group of lifelike 1:1 replicas of the Straw Hat Pirates appeared on the open ground.

After placing the pre-prepared Den Den Mushi (sound-emitting electric scooter), Mr. 3 quickly made a candle skateboard and carried Miss. Golden Week on a frantic escape.

As for Mr. 2 who ruined his plans?

At this point, who would care about the life or death of that perverted transvestite?!

"Fortunately, this mission has two objectives, and we only need to accomplish one of them."

"Otherwise, we would have been in big trouble today because of this damn transvestite."

The wheels of the candle skateboard spun wildly, carrying Mr. 3 and his companion away at light speed.

Shortly after the two figures disappeared into the dense forest, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly emanated from the Straw Hat crew's wax figures:

"What kind of bullshit Elbaf's Glory Warriors are they?! I think they're just a bunch of cowards scared of the sea!"

"Even my grandma would be braver than them!"

"Hahaha, I knew the title of 'Hometown of Warriors' was just something they made up out of their own bragging!"

"If they are really that powerful, why are the Celestial Dragons ruling the world now, instead of the Giants?"

"Giants? They're nothing but a weak race that's been deified."

"Today we will destroy these two giants, and one day, when we set foot on Elbaf, we will utterly destroy this cowardly land of those who seek fame and fortune."

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"........."

Various filthy and sarcastic remarks about the giants and Elbaf kept coming out of the wax figures.

It also occasionally interspersed with a few self-praises of the Straw Hat crew.