One Piece: New Century Hextech Warriors

Sith arrived at Tina's room and knocked on the door.

Investigating the 13th Branch's illegal slave trade is something he can't do alone; he needs Tina's assistance.

Snapped!

He slammed his hand on the door, and the door collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it, I forgot to change [Blunt Strike Power]!"

His strength was already formidable, but with the 15% bonus from [Blunt Strike Power], it became even more terrifying; he could easily destroy objects if he wasn't careful.

What are you doing?!

Tina had just finished showering and came out, staring wide-eyed at Sith.

A misty vapor wafted from her damp pink hair, and still-wet water droplets slid slowly down her fair skin. The snow-white bathrobe clung tightly to her body, only making her features stand out even more.

Sith coughed lightly.

"I'm sorry, Colonel Tina, I didn't control my strength well."

Tina shook her head with her hands on her hips:

"Tina, I really don't know what you ate to grow up like this."

She became increasingly curious about what kind of power was hidden within Sith's body.

"Um, Tina, go change your clothes first."

Tina suddenly realized that she only had a bathrobe, and her face, already flushed from the steam, turned even redder.

At this moment, Sith suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Colonel Tina, the 13th Branch is very likely involved in the slave trade."

Upon hearing this, Tina, forgetting all about changing her clothes, rushed to Sith and frowned, saying:

"Tell me what happened?"

She had always despised slave traders, but unfortunately many of them had licenses from the World Government, which she couldn't control.

But naval involvement is a different story; it's a serious crime!

Sis leaned close to her ear, and the fresh scent of shampoo wafted over.

"When I was escorting nobles to the island in the middle of the lake, I overheard a few people cursing that the revolutionary army had disturbed their purchase of slaves."

"Therefore, I strongly suspect that the 13th Branch is secretly involved in slave trading, and the slaves might be being held in that villa!"

He told a small lie and didn't say that the intelligence came from Ivankov.

Tina's expression was grave.

"Don't make a fuss yet. We'll be staying for a few more days anyway, so let me investigate first."

She knew Sith wouldn't speak carelessly; such things were most likely true.

As Tina spoke, she suddenly realized something, looked up and glared at Sith.

"Have you seen enough?"

Sith was much taller than her and could easily glimpse what was under her bathrobe.

"Sir, we've seen enough."

Sith saluted and turned to leave.

Oh well, I forgot to turn off auto-aim.

Tina raised her fist and shouted behind him:

"Fix the door first, you bastard!"

Three days passed quickly.

Sis hasn't done anything these past few days; he just goes fishing whenever he has nothing to do.

The nobles will be returning in two days, and he and Tina will follow.

But he wasn't in a hurry; he trusted Tina's abilities.

Sure enough, Tina found him that night.

"Tina has confirmed it. The 13th Branch was indeed involved in the slave trade in secret, and these nobles were here to 'buy' slaves!"

Tina gritted her teeth, her pink hair puffing up with anger.

Sith praised it and asked curiously:

"As expected of Colonel Tina, how did she find out?"

Tina gave a light snort, crossed her arms, and said proudly:

"Tina has been chatting with those ladies these past few days. Those people are like caged canaries. Tina only needs to tell them stories about things at sea, and they quickly take a liking to her. They talk about everything."

"Tina found out that they came to Branch 13 partly to get away from their families and do something exciting, and partly because there are some high-quality slaves here. A new batch just arrived, and they're going to buy some tonight!"

At this point, Tina suddenly sighed in frustration.

"Unfortunately, another woman interrupted her, telling her to shut up, as Tina didn't know where their transaction was taking place."

Sith clenched his right fist and lightly tapped his left palm.

"I suspect it's in that villa!"

Tina nodded and said helplessly:

"I think so too, but only Colonel Mason's men and nobles can enter that villa. We don't have solid evidence yet, and it's impossible for us to just force our way in."

Sith smiled mysteriously:

"Leave this to me."

late at night.

A large group of branch marines guarded the villa on the island in the lake, while the nobles entered through the open gate, chatting and laughing.

Count Brando walked last, and as he passed, the gate slowly closed.

"Um?"

Count Brando seemed to feel a gust of wind.

Without thinking much of it, he walked with a big smile toward Colonel Mason, who was waiting in the lobby.

It's a wonderful night; he can buy a whole bunch of new toys!

Colonel Mason stood in the center of the hall, his coat emblazoned with the word "Justice" standing out prominently under the crystal chandelier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new batch of goods has been tested and ready. Now, please follow me to select your items!"

After delivering his opening remarks with great enthusiasm, he nodded to the marines beside him.

Several marines ran to the vases in the corner of the room, holding them and spinning them at the same time. A dull gear-like sound came from under the floor, and the floor in the center of the hall slowly parted to reveal a staircase leading down.

It turns out there's an underground prison here.

Soon, marines went down, followed by more than a dozen slaves, men, women, and children.

Their faces and figures were impeccable, but they all had their heads drooping, their eyes filled with fear.

The slaves, dressed only in thin linen clothes, stood in a row like livestock for people to choose from.

"These are all carefully selected from all over the world. There are princesses from small countries and retired knights. It took me a lot of effort."

"There's still a long night ahead, everyone take your time choosing!"

Colonel Mason, holding a glass of champagne, proudly introduced his products.

The nobles were full of praise, their eyes gleaming with greed as they touched and pinched the slaves, choosing their favorites.

Count Brando looked around for a long time before finally standing in front of a trembling girl.

"Colonel, I think this is good."

Colonel Mason glanced at the girl and praised her:

"Good eye! What animal does the Earl want this time?"

Count Brando rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"A young girl is naturally best paired with a white rabbit!"

Colonel Mason nodded and gently placed his hand on the girl's shoulder.

The girl's body suddenly stopped trembling, and her beautiful emerald green eyes quickly lost their luster and became dull.

Her ears stretched and elongated, quickly transforming into a pair of rabbit ears, and a few white rabbit furs grew on her smooth skin.

The nobles applauded and praised Colonel Mason's skill.

Mason is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit user with the Hair-Hair Fruit ability. He can make people grow animal hair by touching them. The more hair a person grows, the more blurred their consciousness becomes, and their body will change, eventually turning them into some kind of animal.

Some nobles with particular fetishes really like this ability. Although Mink slaves are good, they are too precious and are rare even on the Grand Line.

Therefore, the "meal replacement" created by Colonel Mason perfectly satisfied the appetites of the nobles, which is also the unique advantage of the 13th Branch!

Colonel Mason turned the girl into a rabbit, and many nobles then asked him to turn their chosen slaves into various animals, which Colonel Mason did as they asked.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. Turning a person into an animal was extremely physically demanding, and even he was finding it difficult to keep up.

The word "justice" behind him was like two heavy hammers, constantly questioning his conscience.

"This is all for justice!"

Colonel Mason repeated it to himself over and over again.

He turned to his next target, a father and daughter.

"dad!"

The seven- or eight-year-old girl cried and clung to her father's leg. The father desperately grabbed Mason's arm, the sound of the shackles on his hands was extremely jarring.

"Sir, you're a navy officer! You can't do this!"

He struggled desperately, but was quickly pulled away by the marines next to him.

The wealthy woman who bought them watched with great interest, covering her mouth with a paper fan and giggling.

"What a touching father-daughter relationship! Why not turn the father into a cat and the daughter into a mouse? That would be so interesting!"

Colonel Mason's hands trembled slightly, but his smile remained warm and enthusiastic.

"Madam, as you wish."

The noblewoman's lips, painted with lipstick, parted in a wide grin, like a wild beast toying with its prey.

puff.

With a crisp sound, her head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.