The bandage spirit becomes a spirit! Luffy and the others are surprised!

Dazai glanced out the window. White clouds filled the sky, blocking the sun. "At most, they will come to find you after tonight."

"Is it from my senior brother's side?" Franky's brows darkened. When would they come to find him? It was naturally the same as what Dazai Osamu said. When they judged that they could not find what they wanted in Aspagu, their eyes naturally turned to him who was suspicious.

"At most, we can wait until tomorrow morning, and then there will be a result. The CP9 people will search the whole city to arrest you. You are not someone like Aspagu, but just a lazy little gangster. If you disappear from such a big city, no one else will feel anything."

"The methods they use on you will be much more brutal and direct than those used by the uncle, after all, it is due to their status," said Dazai Osamu.

"You want to catch me? You underestimate me!" Franky heard Dazai Osamu's alarmist words. He smiled confidently, and a cold light flowed on his mechanical arm. He punched out: "I know this city like the back of my hand!"

He knew exactly where each waterway led to and which neighborhoods it passed through along the way. Every road, both visible and hidden, was his footprint. If the people from CP9 wanted to catch him in the city, it would be extremely difficult for him to hide!

"What if they kidnap your companions and force you to come out?" Dazai Osamu asked directly with a cold face.

Franky's confident expression froze, and Dazai continued, "You have too many ties. The people of CP9 don't care about reason. Whether it's conspiracy or coercion, as long as they achieve their goals, they have no conscience."

Dazai Osamu also knew what this kind of person was thinking. Franky couldn't deal with it because he was too open-minded and had a lot of subordinates. These people could all be used very well. Even if Franky could hide in a corner where no one could find him, catching a little brother would naturally attract the boss over.

Therefore, even if the people of CP9 suspected that the design drawings were in Franky's possession, they did not attach much importance to it. Naturally, they knew Franky's character well.

It's very easy to catch him.

Dazai Osamu was right. He simply put forward a hypothesis, and Franky understood it. His confidence just now was a slap in the face. He could hide one person, but not a group of people. When his younger brother was in trouble, he, as the boss, had to step forward.

This design drawing is Pandora's box. Once it is opened, the consequences will be disastrous. The master was framed by CP9 using improper means because he kept this secret. Franky is naturally not a little white flower who imagines the enemy to be very beautiful.

His resurrection was a miracle. Why did no one doubt him for so many years? Because he was resurrected from a disaster where it was impossible for him to be resurrected. He truly came back from the underworld, so the people in the government could never imagine how someone who should have been dead could still be alive.

Although these words are confusing, he is a transformed person.

More than half of his flesh and blood is made of cold steel. Strictly speaking, is he still a carbon-based human?

From the perspective of life, he is already half dead, but from the perspective of soul, he is still alive.

"What other ideas do you have?" Franky asked. He knew that Dazai Osamu came to him not just to remind him of a purpose.

"I want the design drawings of Pluto. Of course, I don't want the real one. Just give me a fake one." Dazai Osamu spread out his hands and gestured to Franky. He knew that Franky would not give him the real design drawings.

"What's the point of having a fake design drawing? People in the government are not so incompetent that they can't tell the difference between a real design drawing and a fake one!" Franky reminded Dazai Osamu that if they wanted to replace the fake with the real one, they would have done so long ago. No matter how realistic the fake design drawing was, a skilled ship repairman would notice something unusual in front of it.

"Just give it to me, and you don't have to worry about the rest." Dazai Osamu did not explain the purpose of the fake design drawings.

Franky had no idea what Dazai was going to do, so he whispered something to the little girl next to him. She nodded, rushed out of the hotel quickly, and came back in a hurry after a while, handing him a roll of blank yellowed paper.

Franky took out a pencil from his pocket, sharpened it a few times with a knife, and then began to make a fake drawing skillfully. Ever since he got the design of Pluto from his senior brother, he couldn't help but peek at it several times. The ingenious design was so amazing that he would never have thought it was created by the ancients hundreds of years ago. He benefited a lot from it.

He painted it very realistically, and it looked somewhat similar, but upon closer inspection it was nothing like the original. Dazai Osamu was beside him guiding him in how to make it look old, and soon a fake picture was ready.

Franky carefully pointed the picture towards the window and shook it a few times to shake off some pencil dust on it. His palms as big as a palm leaf fan pinched the four corners of the fragile paper. It was a bit funny and joking. Franky asked Dazai Osamu nonchalantly: "This picture only takes a few seconds to work. You can tell it's fake at a glance. It's really super——I don't understand what you want to do?"

"If you show it to ordinary people, can they tell whether it's real or fake?" Dazai Osamu asked curiously.

"Of course you can't tell. Don't underestimate me!" Franky shouted dissatisfiedly. Unless people like foremen can see the difference in this picture, outsiders might be fooled at first sight.

"Oh, I see~" Dazai Osamu drew out the last syllable of his voice, with a smile at the corners of his eyes.