The storm subsided, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Pythagoras and Atlas quickly went to check on the bear.
The bear lay motionless in the rubble.
A blood hole as big as a bowl appeared on his chest, and the mechanical parts all over his body were scattered on the ground, crackling with electric sparks.
There was a vague red light flashing in his eyes, and he looked like he might die at any moment.
After some inspection, the two of them turned pale with shock.
In fact, the fact that they could be selected as a research blueprint for making biological weapons explains a lot of problems.
Originally, the ideal experimental subject in their minds was Big Mom.
However, this guy's defenses are too amazing, and it is too difficult to transform.
After trying many times, they had no choice but to give up and send her to the Holy Land Mariejois.
Although not as good as Big Mom, the bear's combat effectiveness is also quite good.
In addition to the Paw-Paw Fruit ability, various physical data are far beyond ordinary people.
Who would have thought that he would almost be punched to death...
The two couldn't help but glance at Carlos secretly and smacked their lips.
Although they really wanted to record the other party's data, they knew the priority of the matter and quickly carried the bear into the medical room for emergency treatment.
"What a mess! This guy is an extremely important research blueprint, and you almost destroyed it."
Listening to Vegapunk's complaints, Ain suddenly became unhappy, pointed at him, and said angrily:
"Hey, what stupid things are you talking about, you bad old man? If Marshal Carlos hadn't taken action just now, you would have been dead."
Vegapunk didn't refute. He looked around and sighed heavily.
Although Carlos and Dragon only exchanged one move, the full wave caused did destroy the institute into a mess.
The total value of this damaged equipment is at least six billion beli, and the current research on hand can only be forced to stop.
Thinking of this, Vegapunk felt depressed and sighed again.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Carlos shrugged and said with an indifferent expression:
"Okay, isn't it just some experimental equipment? I'll compensate you."
"Compensation? What do you want to compensate? The total of these things is at least six billion beli!"
"Six billion? I thought it was sixty billion. By the way, do you want to hang out with me?"
"Join the Marines? Stop joking."
Vegapunk looked stunned, shook his head, and flatly refused.
Whether it is biological genes, engineering machinery, or new materials, every branch of science requires extremely large amounts of funding.
The Marines do not engage in production and have no profitable industry. It is simply a military organization.
Counting bases around the world, there are at least 300,000 to 400,000 people, and they all rely on the World Government to maintain operations.
How is it possible to afford scientific research?
This was also an important reason why he refused the invitation of the Revolutionary Army ten years ago.
"I was underestimated..."
Carlos sighed slightly and looked at Ain.
"How much capital do the Marines have available now?"
"Excluding the military pay, benefits, and pensions for fallen soldiers that need to be paid this month, we have about 150 billion beli left."
"It's just that little, there's no way I can support my research..."
"Wait! What did you say? Did I hear you correctly?"
"Fifteen billion?"
Ain nodded, clasped her fingers, and said seriously:
"I haven't counted the spoils I got this time. If I add them all up, the total assets may reach 200 billion."
As Carlos's personal secretary, Ain is in charge of the Marines' internal affairs, so she is naturally familiar with the financial situation.
But these words sounded like thunder in Vegapunk's ears.
It's not just him.
Lilith, Edison, and others behind him also looked like they had seen a ghost, and they all cast incredulous looks.
Throughout the entire world, Punk Hazard is the most authoritative and powerful research institute.
Although there is support from the World Government, it is still somewhat strapped in terms of funds.
Research funding comes every few months.
At most, it's only a few billion beli at a time.
If there are no major inventions, you can even get hundreds of millions of beli.
There was no other way, so Lilith had no choice but to pay attention to the passing pirates.
Vegapunk gasped and asked quickly:
"If we join the Marines, how much money are you going to invest in our research and development?"
"Then it depends on what you can bring to us."
"Let me see...artificial Devil Fruits?"
Carlos nodded slightly.
If you can make dozens or hundreds of replicas, the Marines can completely sweep across the entire sea.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."
Vegapunk couldn't help but explain with a wry smile.
To fully replicate the power of the original fruit, a large amount of rare materials are needed.
It cannot be solved with money.
If you want to mass-produce Devil Fruits, you can only continue to reduce the quality.
Similar to what Caesar does.
"Is it..."
Carlos wasn't disappointed.
He believes that even if Akainu, Aokiji, and others do not eat the fruit, they can still become strong.
If you have low strength, weak physical and mental will, no matter how powerful the Devil Fruit is, it won't make you any stronger, and resources will be wasted.
Good steel should be used on the blade.
Currently, he has one artificial fish fruit, two ancient Zoans, and eighteen ordinary Zoans on hand.
Including the gains from this "Cleaning" operation, to be honest, he has already used it.
Next, he waited for the soldiers to return from the expedition and selected a group of loyal and powerful guys to form the "Marine Inspectorate."
"Vegapunk, apart from Devil Fruits, what other methods do you have to quickly increase strength?"
"The only way to start is from the bloodline factor aspect, but research in this area cannot be completed in a short time."
"By the way, I used to have a colleague named Judge who specialized in human body modification. I heard that he had achieved results, but I don't know if it's true."
Carlos nodded secretly, suddenly thinking of Sanji.
As the third son of the Vinsmoke family, he is the most successful genetically modified person.
He completely awakened the power in his body during the battle with Queen, and his performance was amazing.
This technology is really good. I have to find a way to get it when I go back.
While Carlos was thinking silently, Edison suddenly had an idea.
"A training room that can freely control gravity will definitely greatly improve the efficiency of exercise!"
"No, this alone is not enough; we must also add actual combat training."
"That's right! The holographic projection is paired with light pressure gloves that can touch the projection to simulate a realistic opponent."
"We also need to provide corresponding auxiliary equipment in case of injury during training..."
The little one who represents "thought" gets more and more excited as he talks about it.
He hurriedly took out a pen and paper, lying on the table and scribbling formulas while still mumbling words.
"Ah! Inspiration keeps pouring out, and I can't stop!"
"York, you can eat instead of me..."
Looking at Carlos and Ain looking at each other, Vegapunk smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Ahem. This guy is like this; just get used to it."
As he spoke, he suddenly changed the subject.
"I'll have no problem with you, but I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain to the World Government."