Chapter 67: You Madman
It wasn’t surprising that Su Xiao had such a high bounty. Although his strength didn’t reach 300 million Berries, he could produce the Sun God Apollo.
Robin was only wanted for tens of millions of Berries just for knowing ancient script, while Su Xiao could manufacture bombs used in large-scale warfare. This bounty amount wasn’t exaggerated.
“Is that so? Then I’ll just destroy this Den Den Mushi. By the way, let me tell you, I have the Pluton blueprints in my hands.”
The spy on the other end of the Den Den Mushi suddenly fell silent. It took a long while before he reacted.
“M-Mr. White Night… Sir… Please hold on.”
The spy, who had been arrogant moments ago, was now so frightened he could barely speak. If the clue to the Pluton blueprints was lost because of him, he wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun—no, he wouldn’t even see tonight’s moon.
As for the World Government’s bounty, Su Xiao couldn’t care less. He wasn’t a native of the One Piece world. Even if the bounty were 3 billion, he wouldn’t bother with it.
After waiting for a long time, no spy leader appeared. The Pluton blueprints were a matter of great importance, and since the Judiciary Island had just been attacked by pirates, the CP department was in a frenzy.
Five minutes later, the Den Den Mushi was hung up, but within seconds, it rang again.
Picking up the Den Den Mushi, a vigorous voice came through.
“This is Sengoku.”
Hearing the introduction from the Den Den Mushi, Su Xiao was taken aback. Why was he talking to Sengoku? It was unlikely that the other party was permanently stationed at the CP department. Was this some kind of relay technology?
Su Xiao didn’t fully understand the principle of Den Den Mushi, but negotiating with Sengoku was both good news and bad news.
Sengoku’s intelligence was unquestionable, and the Navy had many powerful fighters and brilliant strategists under its command.
“Speak. What do you want?”
Sengoku didn’t doubt that Su Xiao had the Pluton blueprints.
They had already obtained that fake blueprint. After appraisal, only the cover was real. As the provider of the fake blueprint, Su Xiao naturally held the real one.
“Marshal Sengoku, my demands aren’t high. One Logia-type Devil Fruit, one set of sword techniques left by a Great Swordsman, one core branch of Adam Wood, and one Supreme Grade Blade.”
At this moment, Su Xiao held something the World Government wanted, and he had even done a few days of hard labor for them. Of course, he would ask for an exorbitant price.
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku’s eyes narrowed. The other party was starting to squeeze them dry.
“A Logia-type Devil Fruit is impossible. A Supreme Grade Blade is also impossible. The sword techniques left by a Great Swordsman… that can be considered. As for the core branch of Adam Wood… absolutely impossible.”
Sengoku’s meaning was clear. The sword techniques left by a Great Swordsman were negotiable, but they simply didn’t have a Logia-type Devil Fruit or a Supreme Grade Blade. As for the core branch of Adam Wood, Sengoku’s stance was firm—absolutely impossible.
“Is that so? Then forget it. Sorry to bother you, Marshal Sengoku.”
With that, Su Xiao was about to hang up the Den Den Mushi. The World Government wasn’t the only buyer. Many in the One Piece world craved the Pluton blueprints and could provide what Su Xiao wanted.
For example, Donquixote Doflamingo, the Revolutionary Army, or Charlotte Linlin.
To be precise, Su Xiao wasn’t blackmailing the World Government; he was doing business with them.
You think the price is too high? Fine, you don’t have to buy. I’ll sell it to someone else.
The Pluton blueprints weren’t the World Government’s property. They were a relic of the previous empire.
“What do you mean?”
Hearing that Su Xiao intended to hang up, Sengoku’s tone turned hostile.
“What do I mean? Sengoku, do the Pluton blueprints belong to you?”
Hearing Su Xiao’s question, Sengoku remained silent. The Pluton blueprints indeed didn’t belong to them.
“Don’t act like I’m extorting you. This is a transaction. If you give me something satisfactory, the Pluton blueprints are yours. If not, I’ll find another buyer. The Revolutionary Army isn’t bad—their reputation far exceeds the Navy’s. That’s it, Marshal Sengoku.”
With that, Su Xiao put down the Den Den Mushi. Although time was tight, he had ways to contact the Revolutionary Army.
The Revolutionary Army was spread across the world. A bustling island like Water 7 would certainly have their informants.
“Wait!”
Sengoku shouted loudly.
“If the price isn’t satisfactory, we can continue negotiating.”
Su Xiao’s hand paused in mid-air.
“Marshal Sengoku, I don’t trust the Navy folks. Let’s just forget it.”
“Enough nonsense. If you go to the Revolutionary Army, you’ll at most get one of the things you want. Even if they get the Pluton blueprints, the chances of them building Pluton are slim. Give me ten minutes to think, and I’ll contact you.”
“Alright, I’ll await your good news.”
Both sides hung up the Den Den Mushi at the same time. Su Xiao took out a meat bone and handed it to Bubuteni. Bubu Wang took the bone and started gnawing on it.
The human world was too complicated. Bubu Wang’s heart was tired.
Su Xiao took out the Pluton blueprints and made a copy. He had to complete the mission later and wasn’t sure if the blueprints would disappear.
Exactly ten minutes later, the Den Den Mushi rang.
“The Navy can provide the sword techniques left by a Great Swordsman. The World Government will handle the core branch of Adam Wood, but the quantity is very small. Those items are in the hands of various nobles or Celestial Dragons, symbols of status. Gathering them in a short time is extremely difficult. If you’re still not satisfied, go contact other forces.”
Sengoku didn’t haggle. He directly stated the price they could offer.
“Deal.”
Su Xiao agreed without hesitation. These were extra gains, benefits he had obtained through his scheming beyond the mission.
Sengoku’s voice turned heavy. “Where’s the transaction location?”
“I’m at Water 7.”
Hearing Su Xiao directly reveal his location, Sengoku was stunned. As if realizing something, his expression changed drastically.
Using his eyes to stop the already rising Aokiji, Sengoku felt something was off.
“Revealing your location so easily… Should I call you confident or arrogant?”
Sengoku sat in the Marshal’s office, with Aokiji, Akainu, Garp, Vice Admiral Tsuru, and a World Government official nearby.
“Say what you will. But Marshal Sengoku, you’ve seen the power of the Sun God Apollo, haven’t you? I’m a very cautious person. If I sense danger…”
Sengoku shook his head.
“Impossible. The materials for the Sun God were only gathered for three batches. No, unless…”
“Let me ask you a question, Marshal Sengoku. Who wrote down the materials for the Sun God? Who manufactured the Sun God? I said one batch of materials, and the government provided one batch. Don’t forget, I’m the one who made that thing…”
Sengoku’s forehead bulged with veins. The other party had a bomb with a half-kilometer explosion radius in Water 7. If that bomb detonated, the chain reaction could sink the entire island.
“You madman!”
Sengoku slammed his fist onto the desk in front of him. Everyone in the office fell silent.
“I’ll provide the specific transaction location later. The time limit is four hours from now. As for who will handle the transaction… arrange for an officer below the rank of Captain, female, under twenty-five years old. That’s it.”
Sengoku was speechless. What kind of ridiculous demand was this?
“Wait…”
Click. The Den Den Mushi was hung up.