Furthermore, Franky had already concluded that the reason Gawain used the excuse of saving his companions was just that, an excuse.
After all, he is such a person.
He is very familiar with this kind of operation of saying one thing and doing another.
Tsundere!
A Tsundere person!
He shot Gawain a knowing look, causing the latter to shudder. "Um... You are a pervert, I'm not."
"Ah~ Gawain, you are really sweet~"
Gawain couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.
Damn, he forgot that calling him a pervert is equal to rewarding him.
"In that case, I think this thing should be able to help you."
As his voice fell, a stack of somewhat worn drawings appeared in front of Gawain, rustling in the wind.
He immediately realized what this thing was: "Pluton blueprint? This thing is in your hands?!"
"That's right."
Franky nodded and continued: "This is only part of it. The other part is about the technology of power energy, but I can't give it to you."
"Even if the Water 7 represents the most advanced shipbuilding technology of this era, the ship we imagined is still not half as good as Pluton, and it is impossible to deceive those bigwigs."
"Only by mixing the real and the fake and modifying it on the basis of the real thing can this be achieved."
Gawain reached out to take the Pluton blueprint and opened it, his gaze sharpening slightly.
Having lived two lives, though he wasn't a professional shipwright, he had seen national-level weapons like aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines.
Yet, seeing the Pluton blueprint now still left him stunned.
"This is... a ship? Is this really a ship?!"
"Surprising, right?!"
"When I first saw it, I had the same expression as you. If this thing can really be built, I really can't imagine what can stop it."
"Ah."
Gawain slowly closed the blueprint in his hand with a playful smile on his lips: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the blueprint and run away?"
"Humph."
"I have a good eye for people. You're not that type, and you wouldn't do something like that."
"Then I'll give this thing back to you now."
Gawain stuffed the blueprint back into Franky's hands and said: "Based on this blueprint, can you forge a design that will fool everyone?"
"I can!"
"Hahaha!"
"Super!"
Franky crossed his arms and struck his signature pose.
The hint of dejection from his earlier argument with Paulie and others disappeared in an instant, and he was now back to his usual energetic self.
Gawain looked at him and felt a little moved.
Although he already has Lucci, a first-class shipwright, under his command, Franky is the best when it comes to shipbuilding technology, and he also has certain scientific research capabilities.
This can be seen from the many black technologies that Franky took out after the time skip.
Although most of these technologies come from Vegapunk, the fact that he was able to apply them in just two years is enough to show Franky's ability.
Moreover, the Munch-Munch Fruit, which was originally in Wapol's hands, should have been reborn somewhere in this world.
The Munch-Munch Fruit has the ability to fuse the inorganic and even organic matter eaten to create new materials, which is extremely convenient for shipbuilding or weapon manufacturing.
The ability of the Munch-Munch Fruit fruit aligned perfectly with Franky's own cyborg modifications.
The combination of the two may collide with a new fire!
With that thought in mind, Gawain couldn't help but say: "Once the situation in Water 7 is resolved, would you consider joining my ship? Even if the title of the warlord becomes useless, my sword still has weight."
"Ah."
Franky couldn't suppress the smile on his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he shook his head firmly: "The little cuties of the Franky family still need my care."
"Without me, Mozu, Kiwi, and others would quickly revert to their rebellious ways. That wouldn't be good at all."
"Isn't staying with you more dangerous?"
"Gawain... Vice Admiral Lancelot, I'm very troubled by what you said."
Franky spread his hands.
His voice grew fainter as he walked away, leaving Gawain standing there watching his back.
The craftsmen in Water 7 would be able to replicate the blueprint based on real models, which was much faster and more reliable than creating something from scratch.
Gawain gradually felt relieved. All that was left was waiting.
But before he could even take a breath, several panicked guards rushed over from a distance.
"Vice Admiral Lancelot, the pirates along the coast are moving again. Several pirate ships have breached the perimeter and are attempting to land at the harbor."
"If they succeed, the pressure on us will increase drastically, and other pirates will likely follow suit."
"I understand."
Gawain nodded and, with a flap of his wings, leaped toward the location where the pirates were attempting to land.
… … ...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just a few minutes later, the alarm sounded again in Water 7.
Flames bloomed in the city and even in the center of the camp; the people around could feel the ground shaking under their feet.
The hearts of the civilians also trembled.
At this moment, in the ward at the center of the refugee camp, T Bone, who was seriously injured, slowly opened his eyes.
"Where am I?"
T Bone shook his head subconsciously.
His mind was a blur, the sound of artillery fire constantly ringing in his ears, and even the bed he was lying on was gently shaking because of it.
"Hiss!"
T Bone groaned, forced himself to stand up, looked around, and barely figured out his situation.
The hideous wounds on his body had been simply bandaged.
More than half a month ago, he heard that the Water 7 was besieged by pirates, and regardless of his superiors' opposition, he immediately counted his troops and rushed to support.
It was a pity that he overestimated his own strength and underestimated the madness of the pirates because of Pluton.
A ship full of marines, except for T Bone himself, were all killed.
He probably wouldn't have survived if the pirates had not planned to exchange him for ransom, thinking his marine captain status could fetch a price at the marine base.
"Did I survive? But those young marines..."
Images of the marines who had fallen before him flashed in T Bone's mind, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
But he knew better than to waste time grieving.
"Right!"
"Water 7 is still under siege by the pirates. The civilians there are still waiting for rescue."
"This is also the wish of those brave marines."
T Bone struggled to stand up.
The wound that had just been stitched reopened, and fresh blood soaked through the bandages, turning them crimson.
However, the pain in his body could not stop T Bone's will.
Whoosh!
He forcefully pulled the curtain open, only to see sparks flying across his line of sight.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
…
The shells struck the surrounding buildings, sending up bright red flames that intertwined, igniting a sea of fire.
The explosions were continuous, and the heat waves hit him directly.
In just an instant, T Bone realized where he was.
"Water 7!"
"Are the pirates' attacks not over yet?!"
Suddenly, a somewhat indifferent voice appeared in T Bone's ear.
"If I were you, I wouldn't get up at this time. You're severely injured and can't fight with such a body."
T Bone turned around.
He saw a man standing at the door, over 2.7 meters tall, with a muscular build and a face that looked like a demon.
The man was staring at him calmly.
This man was Gin, who had returned to the camp to help Chopper transfer the injured to the underground place.
Besides this, Gin's other task was to keep an eye on T Bone.