Pirates: The Life of a Salted Fish Broken by Roger

"Caesar, did you take this thing I put in the laboratory?"

Caesar's father took out a photo and pointed at something on the photo and asked.

The picture in the photo is exactly that Devil Fruit.

Caesar, who was being questioned, rolled his eyes, organized lies in his little head, and then said in a pretentious manner.

"I haven't taken it yet, Dad."

When Caesar said these words, he looked away, showing no guilt at all.

But none of his little ones could escape his father's sharp eyes.

"Look at me and speak." Caesar's father said emphatically.

"No, it means no!" He was a little anxious, and his little hands began to play with the corners of his clothes.

And all this was seen by his father, and the answer was already obvious.

"I took this devil fruit and it has nothing to do with Caesar."

Vegapunk's voice came over with great determination.

"Little Punk, you..." Bega Punk's father heard his son's voice and didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Wait a minute, how do you know this thing is called a Devil Fruit?" Caesar's father seemed to have discovered something serious, his eyes widened and he asked almost questioningly.

"It's all your fault, Vegapunk, you idiot. As long as we insist that we haven't seen him before, nothing will happen."

Caesar complained to Vegapunk in a low voice, knowing that he could get over it as long as he withstood his father's questioning.

"It's obviously us who did it, why don't you admit it!" Vegapunk replied straightforwardly.

"Are you two listening to me?" Caesar's father shouted impatiently.

This is the first time I have talked to my son like this, just because this matter is too important, and a little carelessness may lead to death.

"A friend told me that this thing is called a Devil Fruit, and that it contains the power of the devil."

Vegapunk said without any hesitation.

"Then where did you put this Devil Fruit?" Caesar's father asked, and at the same time, an uneasy feeling began to emerge in his heart.

"lost."

"have eaten."

In an instant, two replies popped up.

Caesar and Vegapunk looked at each other.

"Caesar, please stand aside for me. I'll deal with you later." As he said, his father pulled him aside, then looked at Vegapunk again and asked.

"Okay, tell uncle the ins and outs of the matter."

Simple Vegapunk told everything truthfully.

"What? You said the Devil Fruit was eaten by a firefly." Caesar's father was surprised.

Even the experimenters around him exclaimed.

"If this is true, it will be a valuable experimental information for us." Vegapunk's father came over and said.

Perhaps no one can understand the psychological impact this meaning has on these mad scientists.

Caesar's father immediately stared at the little firefly beside him. She was drinking milk from the bottle with relish, completely turning a blind eye to the conversations and looks around her.

"This is really a perfect experiment. I seem to see the infinite extension of the meaning of life. Animals can also be like us humans. It seems that we are about to open a huge door..."

While Caesar's father was chanting, he couldn't help but walked forward excitedly. He held the little firefly in his arms, his eyes showing an extremely greedy look, which was also a crazy look and a scientist's unique look.

"Wow..." The little firefly saw a stranger facing him with an arrogant laugh, and instantly burst into tears.

"Put her down quickly, she doesn't like that." Vegapunk stared at Caesar's father as if he were an enemy, and at the same time stretched out his hand, looking anxious as if someone else had touched something in his life.

"You stole the key experimental tools, and I haven't held you accountable yet. I just left this beast to do the experiment."

Caesar's father stared straight at Bega Punk and said without emotion.

"She's not a beast, give her back to me quickly." Vegapunk didn't care about the signal sent by Caesar's father and still begged for it.

The little firefly who was forced to hold him cried louder and waved his arms.

Seeing this, Vegapunk took the opportunity to jump up and hugged her small body tightly.

"Lospunk, please take care of your child, okay? This is an important experimental tool. If it is damaged, our entire island will suffer."

Caesar's father and Vegapunk were fighting over the firefly villain, and at the same time he shouted to Vegapunk's father.

Los Punk hesitated, and said with a troubled face: "Julius, we can stop focusing on Devil Fruit and look for other ways to solve the problem of life design."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Even if we can afford the time it takes to start over, do you think the world's noble Celestial Dragons can wait?"

Julius, Caesar's father, said in a hoarse voice, and at the same time loosened his grip on Vegapunk. He valued this right-hand man very much. If he stood on the opposite side of him, all the experiments would be in vain.

"Why, why is it always the world government, always the Celestial Dragons? You are talking all about these now, which is far away from our original ideal! Do you still remember why we did all this in the first place?"

Lospunk lowered his head, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was like a steel needle piercing Julius's ears.

"To make everyone happier! I have not forgotten!" Julius clenched his fists and waved his words, almost shouting out.

"In this case, let us sever ties with the world government and concentrate on fighting for our ideals!"

Los Punk said excitedly.

"Of course this is impossible!" Julius said slowly with irreversible despair in his tone.

"Why?" Lospunk stared at him in confusion and asked.

"Because the world government is not the one who cooperates when you say it will cooperate, and doesn't cooperate when it says you don't." Julius said in an attempt to conceal it, the helplessness in his voice was very thick.

"They represent the world government of justice! They are not bandits, so why would they force us?" Los Punk simply opened his palms and said matter-of-factly.

"You are too naive. Our cooperation with the World Government has been confirmed. If we quit midway, we will have only one end..."

In the middle of speaking, Julius suddenly stopped. He approached Los Punk and whispered a few words.

When Los Punk heard those whispers, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and despair exploded in his eyes.

I saw him walking to his son Bega Punk's side with dull eyes, and said coldly and mechanically.

"Let go!"