Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 329 Wukong: I know how to write the word "death"

Wukong strolled down the street, trying to identify the person called the police officer by sight.

It was shortly after he began his search.

boom!!!!

A deafening explosion suddenly came from the bank across the street not far away.

"Huh? What happened there?"

Seeing this, Wukong walked over out of curiosity.

At that moment, chaos erupted inside the bank where the explosion had occurred, with screams and shouts filling the air.

Two masked robbers, armed with guns, aimed at the trembling bank staff and customers who were cowering on the ground, while two other robbers rushed into the blown-up cash vault and frantically threw bundles of brand-new banknotes into two black backpacks.

"Don't move! Lie down properly! I'll beat anyone who moves!"

The armed robber yelled at the cash vault, shouting, "Hey! You two, hurry up! The police are on their way!"

"Okay! Don't rush me!"

The thug stuffed the two black backpacks full, then carried them out.

"Alright! Let's go!"

Woohoo!! Woohoo!!

No sooner had the words been spoken than the four robbers, before they could even run out of the bank, heard the urgent sound of police sirens outside.

Soon, three police cars came to a stop in front of the bank with a beautiful drift, and about a dozen police officers filed out, hid behind the police cars, and drew their guns, pointing them at the bank entrance.

"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!!"

Inside the bank, four criminals hiding behind cover turned fierce with malice upon hearing the police officer's shout.

"Damn it, the police got here so fast!"

"Brother! We have so many hostages here, why don't we kill a few to intimidate them?" A thug with sinister eyes coldly swept his gaze over the citizens lying prone on the ground in the hall, making them tremble even more violently.

"No, killing the hostages is useless. We need to use them as bargaining chips to secure our escape," the thug known as the "boss" said in a deep voice.

Then, he kicked a man lying in front of him and said coldly, "Hey, get up, or I'll kill you."

The man shuddered, then stood up shakily: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me."

The thug known as "Big Brother" was a tall, strong man. He grabbed the man by the collar, pulled him in front of him, then put his arm around the man's neck and slowly walked out of the cover, making eye contact with the police outside.

"Hey! We have a lot of hostages here! See that? I happen to have one in my hand. If you want them to be safe, you'd better get out of my way! Otherwise, hmph, you know what the consequences will be!"

The ruthless voice of the gang leader reached the police officers' ears, and several young officers couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at an obese, older officer.

"Sir, what should we do? These criminals have a lot of hostages in their hands."

The obese policeman also looked flustered. He was just an office worker who had never dealt with such a tricky case before.

If he hadn't just happened to be out on business and happened to be near the crime scene, how could he have ended up here, and how could he have become the temporary commander at the scene because of his highest rank?

The obese policeman was drenched in cold sweat, which soaked through his uniform and made his bulky figure even more obvious.

He frantically tried to recall what he had learned long ago at the police academy—how to deal with criminals in this situation—but because so much time had passed, he could only remember bits and pieces.

Unconsciously, the more he thought about it, the more anxious and flustered he became, and the more anxious and flustered he became, the less he could remember, creating a vicious cycle.

Seeing that the police remained silent, the gang leader shouted impatiently, "Hey! My patience is limited! I'll give you ten more seconds. If you don't clear the way in ten seconds, I'll kill this man!"

His pistol was pointed at the temple of the man in his arms, his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment.

"No, no, don't kill me."

The man being held hostage was so frightened that his lips trembled, his face turned pale, and his body shook uncontrollably.

The obese policeman gritted his teeth, unable to withstand the pressure, and decided to agree to the criminal's demands and clear the way.

But before he could finish speaking, a crisp voice suddenly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Hey! Let that old man go!"

Both the police and the criminals instinctively looked over at the sound, and saw a young boy with a youthful face who had somehow approached them and was looking at the leader of the criminals seriously.

This young man was none other than Wukong.

Upon discovering that many people were facing life-threatening situations, he stepped forward without hesitation.

"Heh, where did this brat come from? This is not a place for you. Go home and drink your milk."

Upon discovering that the voice belonged to an insignificant kid, the gang leader sneered, looked away, and turned his gaze back to the police.

"Five seconds left!"

The man he was holding hostage also saw Wukong, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Isn't this the little guy who asked him questions earlier? What's he doing here?

Realizing this, he disregarded the fact that he was still being held hostage by the thugs and urgently said to Wukong, "Little guy, get out of here quickly! It's dangerous here!"

But Wukong shook his head and advanced instead of retreating.

"No, I have to get you out of here, uncle."

"Oh, you two know each other?"

The gang leader heard the man's voice and then looked at Wukong.

Seeing that Wukong not only didn't leave but was instead walking towards him step by step, the gang leader narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You brat, do you really not know how to write the word 'death'?"

"Death? I've learned that word, I know how to write it," Wukong said seriously.

The gang leader choked, his heart clenching.

Am I asking you that question?! You little brat, can't you even understand what I'm saying?!

As Wukong drew closer, the gang leader, though not believing that a mere brat could pose any threat, instantly turned his gun and fired two shots at Wukong.

But as the gun fired, he suddenly realized that his vision blurred and the kid had vanished!

Are you looking for me?

A voice suddenly came from behind.

The gang leader was shocked. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and instantly lost consciousness.

A second later, Wukong, who had helped the other three criminals to sleep peacefully, walked out of the bank with a leisurely air, his hands behind his head, and looked at the astonished middle-aged man with a smile.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

The middle-aged man stared in disbelief, then nodded subconsciously: "Uh, no, it's nothing."

"Mr. Sun Wukong, thank you so much! Thanks to you, we were able to capture these vicious criminals and prevent innocent civilians from suffering any harm!"

Two minutes later, the obese policeman grasped Wukong's hands with both of his, beaming with a broad smile, and shook Wukong's hands with boundless enthusiasm.

"Haha, it's nothing." Wukong smiled brightly.

A middle-aged man standing nearby interjected, "Officer, this little guy, oh no, Mr. Sun Wukong, is looking for someone here. Could you help him out?"

"Oh? Is that so?" The obese policeman released his grip, patting his chest confidently. "Leave this to me. No matter who Mr. Sun Wukong wants to find in the Western Capital, I can definitely help him find them!"

Having said that, he looked at Wukong with a beaming smile: "Mr. Sun Wukong, who are you looking for?"

"Bulma, her name is Bulma," Goku replied.

"Is it just a name? Is there any other information?"

"That's all, that's all I know."

"I see." The obese policeman nodded thoughtfully.

"The name might be a bit difficult for others, but it's not a problem for us police officers."

After saying that, he took out a terminal from his pocket, turned on the screen, entered a system, and entered Bulma's name. Immediately, the identity information of a person named Bulma appeared.

"Let me see. There are three people named Bulma in this city. Mr. Son Goku, is this the one you're looking for?"

The obese policeman held the terminal screen close to Wukong's eyes.

"No." After seeing the photo on the screen, Wukong shook his head.

"And this one?" The obese policeman swiped to the next page.

Upon recognizing the familiar face on the screen, Wukong's eyes lit up, and he nodded sharply: "It's her! She's the one I've been looking for!"

After receiving confirmation from Wukong, the obese policeman couldn't help but smile, and his gaze unconsciously shifted to the identity information below the person's photo.

"What?! It's Dr. Brief's daughter, the heiress of the Capsule Corporation?!"

The obese policeman was astonished. That was the daughter of the world's richest man! The person Mr. Sun Wukong was looking for was actually her!

The middle-aged man listening in was also stunned, staring at Wukong in astonishment.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Bulma?" Goku tilted his head in confusion.

"No, no!" The obese policeman shook his head vigorously, then gave a cautious smile: "Well, excuse me, but what is your relationship with this Miss Bulma?"

"She's my good friend," Wukong blinked.

"I see. That makes sense. Only someone as skilled as Mr. Sun Wukong is qualified to be Miss Bulma's friend." The obese policeman suddenly realized, and offered a compliment.

"Then I'll take you there now, Mr. Son Goku. Miss Bulma's house is quite far from here; it'll be quite a journey."

The obese policeman opened the police car door and gestured for Wukong to get in.

"Will you take me there? Thank you!"

Wukong walked over with a smile, but just as he was about to get into the car, he remembered something, turned around, and waved to the middle-aged man: "Goodbye, uncle, thank you for your help."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then quickly waved his hand and said, "I should be thanking you!"

boom-!!!

With a roar of the accelerator, the hovering police car shot off, and the middle-aged man watched the police car disappear into the distance with a smile on his lips.

I never expected that the little guy I helped so casually would be such an amazing person, and a friend of the richest man's daughter.

Thank you, Wukong, thank you for saving my life.

A police car sped along the elevated highway. After a while, it exited the highway and drove into an area far from the hustle and bustle of the city, filled with greenery.

"Mr. Son Goku, this is the place. Miss Bulma's house is right here."

The police car stopped in front of an incredibly large estate.

"So Bulma lives here."

Wukong got off the car and looked up curiously at the gate and the walls that stretched out on both sides.

"Miss Bulma's father, Dr. Brief, is the richest man in the world, so their house is very big. This is my first time here."

The obese policeman sighed as he pressed the visitor button on the door for Wukong.

"Is Miss Bulma home?"

Three or four seconds later, a youthful and energetic girl's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "This is Bulma, who's looking for me?"

Upon hearing that familiar, long-lost voice, Goku immediately shouted excitedly, "Bulma! It's me!!"

"That voice...you, are you Wukong?"

"It's me, Bulma!"

Upon receiving confirmation, Bulma's voice became noticeably excited: "Goku!! What brings you here! Wait for me, I'll be right out!"

The walkie-talkie lost communication, and after a few crackling static sounds, it went silent.

Wukong held his head and waited happily in the same spot.

Ten seconds later, the door suddenly opened, and Bulma, dressed in casual clothes, rushed out, her eyes sparkling with joy when she saw Goku.

"Wukong, it's been a long time! What brings you here all of a sudden?"

"Stop being so presumptuous, woman. Couldn't Wukong have come to see me?" A sleazy voice followed, and Wulong shuffled out of the door, waving at Wukong and saying, "Yo! Wukong!"

At the same time, Poole flew out from above his head and greeted Goku happily upon seeing him.

"Haha! Bulma! Oops! Poole!"

Upon seeing his three good friends again after a long time, Wukong's face was filled with a happy smile.

"Well, Mr. Sun Wukong, now that you've found your friend, I'll be going now. If you ever have any trouble in the future, you can come to this address to find me." The obese policeman handed over a business card with his name, identity, and the location of his police station printed on it.

"Oh, okay, thank you for bringing me here, officer." Wukong smiled and took the business card; he already knew that being a police officer was a profession.

"These are all trivial matters, nothing compared to the help you gave us before." The obese policeman waved his hand, got back into his car, and sped away.

Bulma led Goku into the mansion, asking curiously as they walked, "Goku, what did you do for the police just now?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just took down some bad guys who wanted to hurt people."

"I see, Goku, you did a great job! By the way, weren't you training with Master Roshi all this time? I went to look for you guys several times before, but I couldn't find you. Where did you go?" After everyone came in, Bulma closed the door.

"We went to another place to cultivate."

"No wonder I couldn't find you. So why are you looking for me now? I remember the World Martial Arts Tournament isn't starting for about a month. Has your training ended?" Bulma asked, puzzled.

"Well, that's a complicated story. I'll have to explain it to you slowly," Goku replied while looking around Bulma's house.

"Hey, Goku, I noticed you don't seem surprised by Bulma's huge house." Oolong, who had been watching Goku closely, asked when he saw that Goku wasn't shocked at all while looking at Bulma's mansion.

"Because although Bulma's house is big, I've seen many bigger ones before." Having seen all kinds of royal palaces in the world of One Piece, Goku said that these are all small scenes now.

"Hey—! Goku, when did you learn to brag? Bulma's family is the richest in the world. The only people in the world with a bigger house than hers are probably kings," Oolong said disdainfully.

"Is that so? I don't know. The big house I was talking about was in another world," Wukong said, blinking his eyes in a daze.

"Another world?"

The scene fell silent for a moment as Bulma, Oolong, and Poole stared at him in astonishment.

The next second, "Hahahaha! Goku, even if you're going to make up an excuse, you can't come up with such an unreliable one!" Oolong burst into laughter, and Bulma was also somewhat amused and exasperated.

When did Wukong learn to tell jokes?

But Goku's expression turned serious, and he said, "I'm telling the truth, and Bulma, the reason I'm here to see you today is about another world."

Seeing Goku's serious and earnest face, Bulma, who was already familiar with his personality, gradually put away her smile.

Whenever Wukong makes this expression, it means he is absolutely not joking.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Uh-huh!

"

"Another world, different from our Earth?"

"Uh-huh!

"

"Then come with me, let's go to a quiet place." Although she still had some doubts, Bulma led Goku to a quiet living room without hesitation, ready to ask him what was going on.