Chapter 432 Different
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"Long time no see, Vegapunk! Your head is still so weird, I can always recognize you at a glance even from a long distance away!"
Dorag put his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly, his tone completely different from the respect he usually showed to the pre-doctoral and post-doctoral students when he talked to Geer.
"Ah~ Sashi ignores me! Dragon! I've also been troubled by my head lately. It's getting bigger and bigger."
Vegapunk touched his head and said worriedly.
33-year-old Monkey D.Drager
Dr. Vegapunk, 43 years old.
After many years, the two met again.
"Yeah, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly. We are not young anymore."
Dorag's eyes were empty, as if he was reminiscing about his youth.
"Ahem! Hey! Long, it wasn't easy for me to get out here, you don't want me to go into the memories with you, do you?"
Vegapunk reminded.
"Yeah, I almost forgot that you are a busy man now. You rejected my invitation and became a running dog of the World Government! I wonder how you feel about O'Hara, which was just destroyed by the World Government."
Dorag said sourly.
"Hey, hey, hey, Long, why are you still saying such stupid things? Don't you know why I rejected you? Even if I have the knowledge and skills, scientific research requires huge investment. It takes hundreds of billions of dollars a year to maintain it. If I stay in your dirt-poor army, not only will I not be able to invent anything, but I will also make you so poor that you can't even eat!"
Vegapunk explained mercilessly.
"But it's really too much for the World Government to take such extreme actions against a group of scholars who have no power to resist. Fortunately, you rescued Dr. Clover and the others! Dragon."
"Humph!"
Seeing that the other party exposed his past right away, Dorag was obviously a little unconvinced. He thought that the Revolutionary Army was not too poor now, and as long as he wanted, he could get hundreds of billions of Baileys on credit!
"Okay, it's been a while since we last met, and you're still so direct, Vegapunk. However, the Mr. Gol you're going to meet this time is a truly wealthy man. Perhaps you could consider cooperating with Mr. Gol, so that you don't have to be forced to work for the World Government because of funding issues! At least Mr. Gol, like me, is committed to justice and wants to change this terrible world!"
Dorag thought that Geer should have the same idea, so he took the initiative to help and say hello in advance.
Vegapunk said with a frown.
"Dragon! The World Government is a huge organization, and not everyone in it has the same ideas. Just like the navy you once served in, there are still many people in it who are more similar to us in terms of ideas."
"But is this Mr. Geer you are talking about really rich?"
In the end, Vegapunk couldn't help but ask one more question that interested him more.
"Super rich! Maybe even richer than your former employer, the loan shark Lufeld. My revolutionary army has been able to grow so fast thanks to his strong financial support."
Dorag affirmed.
"Really? Unfortunately, it's too late. The World Government has seen my mind and skills, and they know the value of the technology in my brain. If I can't use it for them, I'm afraid they will do their best to erase me."
Vegapunk shook his head.
"Let's discuss these issues after we meet in person. Mr. Geer not only has amazing financial resources, but he also has many ideas. Perhaps he will have a solution."
"Then let's go! It will take me several days to get back. I only left a robot that looks exactly like me at the research institute as a response. It should not be exposed before the lab completes preparations and starts the experiment again. But after all, the longer it takes, the easier it will be to find out that I have left the lab!"
Vegapunk urged as he walked with his hands behind his back.
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"It's ripe! Dig it out quickly!"
Gel said, looking at the time.
The charcoal made from a 5000-year-old wisdom tree and the sweet potatoes roasted in it, I don’t know if eating them can increase wisdom.
"Hey, Lao Mo, remember to save a few for me to take back for Weibull."
"Hehehe, ok Boss Gel!"
"Come on, eat too, you're welcome!"
Geer took out two big sweet potatoes and stuffed them into the mother and daughter's arms.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
Little Robin took the freshly baked sweet potato and kept switching hands because it was so hot.
"Mr. Gur!"
When Dorag led Vegapunk to find a few people, Captain Gill was leading a few people to roast sweet potatoes in a pit using the unburned charcoal from the O'Hara All-Knowing Tree.
"Oh Long, you guys are here, come and eat with us."
Captain Gel, who was covered in dirt from digging charcoal and burning earthen kilns, smiled warmly.
Vegapunk looked at the young man squatting on the ground playing with dirt. He looked at Dragon with some doubt and asked in a low voice.
"Dragon? Why does this seem different from what you said?"
"Don't worry about the details. You'll soon find out what makes Mr. Gel so special! Vegapunk."
Dorag said firmly.
"Really? Then I'd like to see what's different about the man you speak so highly of!"
Vegapunk said with interest.
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"I finally see you! Dr. Vegapunk!"
Gel patted his butt, stood up, walked forward, stretched out his black hand and greeted.
"Hello, Mr. Geer! I've been hearing Dorag praise you to the skies. I never thought you'd be such a young man. It's true that heroes emerge young!"
As a science and engineering man, Vegapunk did not mind that Gel's hands were dirty. He immediately shook Gel's hand and praised him.
"No, no, Doctor, your wisdom is 5 years ahead of all mankind. You are truly a genius scientist that only appears once in a thousand years! You can just call me Ger. I can't be called Mr. in front of you!"
Ger said modestly.
"Thank you so much! I'm just an ordinary genius scientist, hehe."
Vegapunk said happily.
"Nice to meet you!"
After a round of business exchanging compliments, the two held each other's hands passionately and refused to let go.
Dorag even felt a little redundant.
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"Ok??"
Just as Vegapunk was about to continue speaking, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness all over his body, and he couldn't even roll back his big and long tongue.
This feeling of almost fainting?
Vegapunk, who often conducts various experiments on devil fruits and people with special abilities, knows this very well. He looked down and saw a pair of exquisitely crafted seastone handcuffs on his right hand.
"??? What are you doing, Mr. Gear?"
Vegapunk had a question mark on his face, and Dragon was also stunned for a moment before asking.
"Mr. Gur, what are you doing?"
"Hahaha, don't panic, Long, I'm just verifying whether this guy is Dr. Vegapunk himself."
Ger said with a smile.
Everyone almost fell down when they heard this.
"Haha, you are really worthy of being Mr. Gur. Your style of doing things is indeed unique!"
Vegapunk smiled while suppressing the urge to curse.
"It is indeed me. Now that you have verified it, can you help me open it? Mr. Gel, you should know that as a person with special abilities, it will be very uncomfortable to wear this thing."
Vegapunk looked helpless. Who would use seastone handcuffs to handcuff someone the first time they met?
But Captain Gel grinned.
"It's good that it's the real one. The one I want to catch is Vegapunk Benque! I'm afraid I'll catch the wrong person, so I resorted to this desperate measure. Come on, Senior, pack this guy up and take him away! Let's go back! Damn it for wasting so much of my time!"
"Yes! Captain!"
"Nani? Stop kidding, Mr. Gur?"
"No, I'm serious!"
Seeing that the other side's men actually took out sacks and hemp ropes, and it didn't seem like they were joking at all, the Vegapunks were dumbfounded.
What's going on? No? Why are you guys serious?
Little Robin, who was watching the show on the side, blinked hard at Olivia, and the meaning was very clear: I said a long time ago that he was not a good person, mom, you can believe me now!
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