chsdbacks Chapter 509: A Special Kind of Physical Therapy!
Chapter 509: A Special Kind of Physical Therapy!
A moment later, only five people remained in the room.
Chen Ye sat quietly in the main seat.
Vegapunk stood in front of the control console.
Whitebeard Shanks sat in a semi-encircling posture.
Vegapunk did not speak immediately.
He pushed up his mechanical glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He brazenly surveyed the three people in front of him.
His gaze was extremely unrestrained.
His gaze was fixed on the white beard.
Its massive body, exceeding six meters in height, is unshakeable.
Vegapunk stared at the white-bearded man's broad chest.
A crisscrossing network of old scars clings to it.
These are medals earned through decades of fighting.
To the average person, this is invincible.
The gaze shifts horizontally.
He looked at Shanks.
Shanks leaned back lazily in his chair.
The left sleeve was empty.
Shanks paid a considerable price to become the youngest of the Four Emperors.
The gaze finally fell upon the dragon.
The revolutionary leader had extremely dark skin.
Years of high-pressure combat have also left him with serious injuries.
After examining the different injuries of the three individuals...
Vegapunk looked away.
He walked around the control panel.
The old man walked around with his hands behind his back.
"Those toys outside can only raise the lower limit of your forces."
Vegapunk finally spoke.
His hoarse voice exuded absolute confidence.
"Plasma cannons, electromagnetic rifles, and all-terrain vehicles are just external things."
"Even the most powerful weapons need someone to pull the trigger."
He stopped directly in front of the three of them.
His gaze met three invisible, domineering auras.
"The three of you are the true load-bearing walls of your respective camps."
Vegapunk raised his right hand.
He tapped Shanks' white beard with his index finger in turn.
"What if the load-bearing wall collapses?"
"Even if those junk outside are fifty years more advanced, it won't make a difference."
The longan's eyelids were slightly closed.
Shanks slightly twitched his facial muscles.
The white-bearded man remained expressionless.
Vegapunk suddenly opened his arms wide.
The holographic projection behind him switched instantly.
Complex double-helix gene maps are suspended and rotating.
Blue light illuminated everyone's faces.
"Future Island features a top-tier physiotherapy room."
Vegapunk pointed at the diagrams with a fanatical tone.
"I have specifically developed the latest generation of gene-editing agents."
"I will never disclose this to the public unless I sell it to the World Government."
"It has only one core function."
He paused for a moment.
His gaze swept over the three mangled bodies once more.
"repair."
Vegaponk emphasized the pronunciation of words.
"Specifically designed to repair the deadly ailments you've accumulated."
The air fell into a deathly silence.
The holographic projector emitted a faint hum.
The dragon's clasped hands suddenly tightened.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
His brows were furrowed tightly.
His eyes, hidden beneath the dark green hood, flashed with a sharp, piercing light.
Invisible wind pressure is generated out of thin air.
"physiotherapy?"
Long spoke in a cold voice.
His voice was filled with absolute skepticism.
"Vegapunk, you'd better explain yourself."
"Is this simply for treating illness, or are we being used as experimental subjects?"
The revolutionary army leader did not believe in free lunches.
His life belongs to the millions of struggling ordinary people.
Dragons will never allow their bodies to become uncontrollable variables.
It is extremely unusual for the world's top scientist to suddenly show such kindness.
Shanks burst out laughing.
My tense body relaxed again.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Shanks raised his right arm and vigorously moved his shoulder.
The bones rubbed together, producing a crisp popping sound.
"The dragon is right."
Shanks looked at Vegapunk.
"Let me be clear from the start, old man."
"I don't want to take another nap in the therapy pod."
"I woke up to find several mechanical arms on my left shoulder."
Shanks spoke in a relaxed tone.
His eyes pierced with a cold, sharp light.
The captain of the Red-Haired Pirates hates being restrained the most.
Robotic arms deprive the body of control.
He would rather be missing an arm than become a cyborg.
The white-bearded man sat firmly in a specially made giant chair.
The world's strongest man didn't even lift his eyelids.
Grip the handle of the Murakumo knife tightly with one hand.
The rise and fall of his breath carried the oppressive force of a dormant volcano.
The white-bearded man's gaze was extremely somber.
A gaze is enough to crush any lie.
Whitebeard is not afraid of death.
He was prepared to die in battle.
But he can no longer die.
The new world is just beginning to stir up trouble, and his sons still need him.
He waited.
Waiting for this madman to give an absolute reason.
Vegapunk's smile vanished.
He jumped up suddenly.
The old man was so angry that he stomped his feet on the spot.
The enormous head shook violently.
"That's utter nonsense."
Vegapunk pointed at Shanks's nose and cursed.
"A robotic arm?"
"You think I'm some third-rate craftsman?"
"Future Island technology is by no means a low-level physical modification."
He lowered his hand, panting.
Hands firmly on hips.
An outrageous surge of anger erupted over the insult to scientific beliefs.
"My gene serum is art."
Vegaponk raised the volume.
"It's a miracle in life sciences."
"To reshape the structure after cellular-level collapse."
"Awaken depleted hematopoietic stem cells."
"Eliminate hidden dangers within the body."
"I pulled you back from the edge of a cliff."
"It's not about turning you into scrap metal."
The three top experts remained unmoved.
They are used to seeing big storms.
The fervent declarations failed to dispel concerns.
Vegapunk's eyes rolled.
The shouting stopped abruptly.
The old man's face was full of mockery.
Hands firmly on hips.
The body leans back exaggeratedly.
Vegapunk raised his chin.
He looked down at the three of them with an extremely provocative gaze.
"I see, I understand now."
Vegaponkola's long intonation.
The voice was full of mockery.
He held up one finger and waved it.
"Could it be that..."
Vegapunk countered with a question.
"A big shot who completely outmaneuvered the world government."
"A top-tier monster that can summon wind and rain."
"Afraid of needles?"
This statement immediately ignited a powder keg.
A clumsy attempt to provoke someone broke the tension in the room.
Long Yan's expression suddenly darkened.
The air around him distorted violently.
The metal water cup on the table was cracked by the wind pressure.
Shanks' laughter stopped abruptly.
The facial muscles are completely tense.
The sharp aura of Conqueror's Haki locked onto Vegapunk's brow.
The alloy plate on the ground made a squeaking sound, like teeth being squeezed.
The white-bearded one reacted the most violently.
The world's strongest man grinned.
His pearly white teeth were showing.
Whitebeard's chest heaved violently.
A cold snort reverberated throughout the conference room.
"snort."
A cold snort unleashed a muffled thunderclap.
The sturdy alloy walls trembled violently.
The holographic projection, filled with snowflakes, flickered and then returned to normal.
"Don't underestimate my magnanimity."
The white-bearded man's voice was booming.
A violent and domineering aura surged forth unrestrainedly.
Shanks was the first to stand up.
The movements were swift and decisive.
He raised his right hand and grabbed the black cloak.
Shake it forcefully behind your head.
The heavy fabric drew sharp arcs.
"Okay."
Shanks put on a smile again, his eyes sharp.
"Since you dare to make such a boast, then hurry up and lead the way."
"I want to see just how thick the needle is."
Long stood up without saying a word.
He reached out and adjusted the collar of his dark green coat.
The shadow of the hood covered most of his face.
The dragon took a step forward and followed.
Whitebeard was the last to set off.
He leaned on the Murakumokiri with one hand.
The thick arm suddenly exerted force.
A body over six meters tall instantly straightened up.
The meeting room was extremely cramped.
The intense physical pressure made the air feel thick and sticky.
The white-bearded man turned to look at the metal door.
No communication equipment was used.
He gave the order directly to the air.
"Marco."
The sound penetrated the heavy alloy door.
Accurate communication.
"I need to go into seclusion for a while."
"No one is allowed to approach the physiotherapy area."
"Those who disobey orders will be executed."
Edison's clone immediately took action.
He pushed up his mechanical glasses.
Walk to the seamless wall on the side.
Raise the robotic arm.
Quickly press the complex password.
"Permission confirmation."
The side wall was emitting exhaust sounds.
The heavy alloy wall panel slides open.
A dedicated channel with soft white light appears.
The interior of the passageway was spotless.
The white CD player casts shadows.
"Please follow me, all three of you."
Edison bowed slightly.
They were the first to step into the passageway.
The three of them did not hesitate at all.
The man representing the strongest fighting force of the era takes a big step forward.
Step into the white light.
The remnants of the old era compromise with the technology of the new era.
The ultimate preparation for the final battle.
"boom."
The heavy alloy door closes.
The mechanical lock is firmly engaged.
The three figures were completely separated by their backs.
Only two people remained in the empty conference room.
Chen Ye.
Vegapunk.
Chen Ye rested his chin on one hand.
Lean back in the chair.
Their gaze returned from the closed wall.
He knew these three men too well.
Clumsy attempts to provoke are most effective against top-tier experts.
Chen Ye only cares about the result.
Chen Ye turned his head.
Staring at Vegapunk, who was panting heavily in place.
"Everyone's inside."
Chen Ye's voice was extremely soft.
Its penetrating power is undeniable.
"There are no outsiders now."
Vegapunk's movements stopped.
She turned around and met Chen Ye's eyes.
"To be honest."
Chen Ye is straightforward.
"Forcibly reversing the hidden ailment of this monster, Whitebeard."
"Ordinary gene technology cannot do this."
"What real ingredients were added to that medicine?"
The law of conservation of power cannot be broken.
The white beard had drained decades of his life force.
Regular nutritional injections cannot restore the body's balance.
The drug must contain a terrifying core substance.
Vegapunk disappeared, driven mad and arrogant.
The old man dropped all pretense.
His expression was more solemn than ever before.
He walked quickly to Chen Ye.
Place both hands on the table.
Lean forward.
Lower your voice.
Speak a single word in a volume only the two of you can manage.
"Devil Fruit lineage factor fusion extract."