Chapter 155: CP9
Water 7 - Hidden Safehouse
Hidden within an inconspicuous warehouse in the lower districts of the Galley-La Company, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and oil.
Under the dim lights, several figures sat around a worn round table. The members of CP9 had gathered.
Spandam, wearing a black uniform and a leather mask covering part of his face, had one foot on a chair. He waved an encrypted intelligence report triumphantly, his eyes full of arrogance and control.
"Listen up!! This is the latest intel my old man personally got from the Intelligence Division for me!!!"
He raised the document high, his voice pitching up. "A cyborg man was seen secretly contacting Iceburg... His identity is highly suspicious!"
"Based on deductions, he is very likely connected to the blueprints for Pluton!"
He slammed his hand onto the table. "Tonight, we must capture him! Alive! I will interrogate him personally!!"
Rob Lucci, leaning against the wall, glanced at him coldly. The pigeon on his shoulder, Hattori, tilted its head.
"...Is the source reliable?"
"Hmph! You doubt me?!"
Spandam raised an eyebrow, disdain dripping from his voice. "My old man got this directly from the Deputy Chief of Intelligence! Are you questioning your superior's judgment?!!"
Kaku, sitting on the back of a chair with his arms crossed, spoke calmly. "But if he's a cyborg, his combat capabilities might be formidable. Moving rashly might alert him."
"Alert him?" Spandam scoffed, poking the table with his finger. "I told you—I am your superior! I decide how the mission is executed!"
"The mission priority has been raised to S-Rank. Execute immediately, no mistakes!"
Kalifa pushed up her round glasses, adding calmly, "The target's activity is concentrated in the backstreet area. Intelligence shows he's taken in many outlaws and unemployed workers at the abandoned shipyard, forming an organization called the 'Franky Family'."
"He is over two meters tall with obvious cyborg features. Highly recognizable."
Blueno, sitting nearby, spoke softly while polishing a glass. "...The abandoned shipyard has complex terrain. It's easy to ambush but also suitable for multi-point encirclement. We need to plan ahead."
"Yo-yoi~ Those who follow Justice never fear the darkness!" Kumadori twirled his staff, performing an exaggerated kabuki bow. "Tonight, let them experience a 'Comedic Hell'!"
Zip.
Fukurou unzipped his mouth. "Cyborg, male. Just tie him up and bring him back, chapapa."
Spandam waved his hand dismissively, interrupting the discussion with a smug grin. "Enough, enough! Why so much chatter? I've already set the plan—"
"Everyone moves out tonight. The target must be captured alive, as fast as possible!"
"Anyone who screws this up—I'll turn them into a test subject!"
He scanned the group with an arrogant face, seemingly unconcerned with their internal dissatisfaction.
Lucci narrowed his eyes, whispering, "...Foolish orders."
He stood up slowly from the wall, adjusted his collar, and turned toward the door.
"But a mission is a mission."
"I will complete it."
The other members stood up silently, their expressions varying.
Some indifferent, some annoyed, others eager to try.
Water 7 - Abandoned Shipyard - Night
Hot pot boiled, the soup bubbling noisily. The scent of grease and meat filled the air.
Inside the dilapidated shipyard, lights blazed. The Franky Family sat around a round table made from scrap, drinking heavily and eating meat, laughter shaking the roof.
Franky laughed, shouting "SUPER~", the cola core in his chest humming. He raised his mechanical arms high, the lights reflecting off his metal cheeks.
The joyful atmosphere surged in the room, the bonfire illuminating everyone's flushed faces.
However, in the next moment...
"BANG!!!"
The heavy door was kicked flying by the night wind, splinters scattering. It smashed two hanging lamps, causing the firelight to flicker violently.
The air turned cold. Laughter stopped abruptly.
Creak—creak—
Seven figures walked in slowly. Their shadows dragged across the scrap metal floor, footsteps sounding like blades scraping steel.
The leader, Spandam, wore an expression so arrogant it begged for a punch. Hands in pockets, a sneer on his lips.
"Yo. Looks like a lively meal."
Franky's expression changed drastically upon seeing them, but he forced himself to act calm, waving his mechanical arm. "Oi, oi, oi! We're closed today. Come back tomorrow to register for ship dismantling!"
"Cut the act," Spandam sneered, stepping forward.
"You met with Iceburg recently, didn't you, Cyborg..."
Franky's face darkened, pupils contracting. "What... are you talking about?"
Spandam's eyes were cold, nose in the air. "Trash like you doesn't need to know too much."
He waved his hand, his tone allowing no argument. "Take him away."
Behind him, Rob Lucci stepped forward silently, his killing intent solid as a blade.
Kaku drew his twin swords swiftly, eyes sharp as a hawk.
Kalifa pushed up her glasses, smiling coldly.
Blueno cracked his neck expressionlessly.
Kumadori grinned, spinning his staff maniacally.
Fukurou unzipped his mouth. "'Cyborg Franky', Threat Level: Medium-High. Chapapa~"
In that moment, the air felt like an ice cellar. The heat from the hot pot seemed to freeze.
The hooligans behind Franky turned pale. Some gripped wrenches, others trembled, but not a single person ran away.
"B-Boss..."
Zambai swallowed, voice shaking. "Run... we'll hold them back..."
"Who's running?!"
Kop slammed his glass down, gritting his teeth as he stood. "Yeah! We're the Franky Family! We ain't scared of nothing!"
"That's right!! We aren't trash who run from trouble!!"
Franky looked around at the brothers who once couldn't even afford a meal but now stood willingly in front of him. His eyes grew hot, then he laughed loudly.
"Hah... HAHAHAHAHA—!!!"
"ALRIGHT!! Then follow me!!!"
"Let's show them the SUPER firepower of this Family!!!"
With that, Franky slammed a button. Click-clack—!!
Mechanical armor unfolded, steel arms popping open. Cannon ports emerged from his shoulders, and his arm rotated to reveal four barrels!
"Weapons Left!!!"
"DADADADADA—!!!"
A dense barrage of bullets swept out like a meteor shower, aiming straight for Spandam's face!
"AAAAHHH!! STOP HITTING MY FACE!!!" Spandam screamed, falling backward and scrambling away, snot flying!
At the critical moment, Lucci appeared in front like a ghost, slapping his palm out. The bullets shattered instantly!
"Engage," he ordered coldly.
CP9 moved!
The abandoned shipyard erupted into war!
Wood splinters flew, fire reignited. The Franky Family picked up their homemade weapons—wrenches, chainsaws, blowtorches, steel forks!
A fierce battle between a group of cyborgs and workers versus six top-tier agents began!
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