Chapter 444: Searching for the Ope-Ope Fruit
Location: The shipyard in Fish-Man Island's Sea Forest.
"Don't anyone stop me!"
The white-haired old Doctor was shouting. "This head is truly too obstructive! This time—just cut it off in one go!"
Jinbei smiled bitterly while holding him—preventing him from directly slashing a knife into his forehead. "Doctor, please calm down!"
Cutting off everything above the forehead including the brain—even with Vegapunk operating—would only feel horrifying!
"Are you questioning our technology?"
Clone Vegapunk—leaning leisurely against nearby coral—raised an eyebrow, saying dissatisfied. "Just cutting off everything above the forehead—not some remarkable surgery."
No, no, no—however you think about it, this surgery was already absurdly impressive!
That's surgery cutting away the thinking brain!
Rather—after losing the brain, could people even survive?
Tesoro—who'd hurried over—also quickly spoke. "Even truly doing surgery—no need to rush, right? The laboratory isn't even installed yet."
To this day, Tesoro already considered himself half a Fish-Man Islander. After all—already lived here many years. With Brett absent—couldn't let chaos break out on the island.
Yes, Vegapunk's laboratory was moved back together by Brett.
But that was just a laboratory! Supporting facilities completely incomplete. How could it possess capability for this degree of surgery?!
And fundamentally—because feeling his head was too big and movement inconvenient, unable to better devote himself to Pluton's construction work, so deciding to cut off his own head—exactly what shocking thought process was this?!
Right—having such shocking thought processes—indeed might as well just cut off the head!
"I've long had enough!"
Main body Vegapunk waved the blade in his hand while shouting like a child. "Bearing this big brain—nothing is convenient!!"
"Even using the toilet requires extreme effort! Just cut it off right here!"
Tesoro felt a massive headache.
Brett! You bastard—why haven't you returned yet?!
As if hearing Tesoro's inner calling—no, or rather—indeed hearing Tesoro's call—the hero's voice sounded.
"Really, Doctor—"
Brett perfectly timed descended from the sky. "Now isn't the time for nonsense!"
"Brett!"
Seeing Brett—whether Jinbei or Tesoro—both breathed sighs of relief. The savior finally arrived.
They truly had no way handling this old man anymore.
Brett nodded lightly toward them—leave the rest to his handling.
"Little Brett!"
Dr. Vegapunk seeing Brett was equally overjoyed. "Quickly help me get them all away! I truly can't stand this brain anymore!"
"I already know the situation, Doctor."
Brett signaled Jinbei to step aside first. "I understand your troubles very well."
"Haha! I knew little Brett could understand!"
After regaining freedom, Vegapunk already excitedly began sharpening his blade. Seemed the next second he'd directly slice off his head.
"But no need to rush."
Brett said. "We might as well adopt a safer method."
"Safe?"
The old Doctor unhappily showed an angry expression. "Little Brett—don't you trust my technology?"
"That's naturally not it."
Brett waved repeatedly.
This was a lie.
This wasn't even a question of trusting or not!
Even being Vegapunk—cutting off 99% of the head—could he truly still survive?
Brett naturally didn't dare gamble.
What if the surgery failed? Dr. Vegapunk unfortunately died like this??
Wouldn't there be no chance for regret?
"I simply purely feel we actually have safer methods." Brett said this.
"Safer methods?"
Clone Vegapunk raised an eyebrow somewhat surprised. "Brett—you mean Devil Fruits?"
Wow, completely not considering other "people" factors?
Should say—worthy of Dr. Vegapunk. This confidence truly wasn't joking.
"Naturally."
Brett nodded lightly. "Paramecia Ope-Ope Fruit. Doctor—you should've heard of this fruit. Its ability should perfectly match your needs."
"Ope-Ope Fruit?"
Clone Vegapunk pondered briefly. "The legendary Devil Fruit capable of performing the Immortality Surgery. Brett—you know this fruit's whereabouts?"
"Indeed I know."
Brett nodded.
Naturally also not lying.
Though the specific location wasn't very clear—presumably also not untraceable.
"Ope-Ope Fruit?"
The raucous old man now also quieted down. "That fruit is very interesting! Really want to properly research it!"
"Then I'll deliver the person who ate this fruit before Doctor you at fastest speed. So during this period—please stay quiet." Brett said gravely.
"Promise him."
Clone Vegapunk also spoke. "If feeling the big brain is obstructive—can try wrapping a circle of bubbles making it lighter."
"Oh! Can actually do that!"
The old man's eyes brightened.
Brett rolled his eyes. Wasn't there already a solution long ago?!
He glanced at Clone Vegapunk.
Undoubtedly—this guy definitely inherited Vegapunk's mischievous side.
Anyway—Vegapunk's side's matter temporarily resolved first.
"So Brett—"
While Vegapunk wrapped his brain with bubbles over there, Tesoro pulled Brett aside. "You truly know that Ope-Ope Fruit's whereabouts?"
"Roughly know."
Brett said. "Activate all our intelligence capabilities. Go find a pirate crew."
"Who?" Tesoro raised an eyebrow.
"In North Blue. The pirate crew's name—it's called the Heart Pirates." Brett said.
He remembered very clearly—the man named Trafalgar Law set sail extremely early.
Already leading companions forming a pirate crew wandering through North Blue in his teens.
"Heart Pirates?"
Tesoro frowned. "Completely unheard name. Brett—you certain it truly exists?"
"Probably a small pirate crew active in North Blue. But the Ope-Ope Fruit user is among them." Brett said this.
Tesoro looked at him suspiciously.
This guy had never even been to North Blue, right? How did he know North Blue had a Heart Pirates with an Ope-Ope Fruit user inside?
But no matter. After all, it's Brett. Whatever shocking things he did felt natural.
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