Pirate’s Brood Order

Will you be poisoned to death?

Yarlin touched the dark spots on Mr.3's skin with his fingertips. Through the dark spots, he felt an extremely cold and twisted force transmitted from his fingertips, and his nails lightly Hook, the other party's epidermis was easily torn open, revealing dark and muddy blood.

A strong rotten smell permeated from the blood, and the meat under the skin also oozes black, like a rotten and bad meat food.

"It turns out that the smell of decay hasn't disappeared, but has all been immersed in blood vessels." Yarlin thought in his heart.

Mr.3's eyeballs were bulging, and he was so frightened that he was about to become dead fish-eyes about to fall out of the eye sockets. The kind of rotten meat that seemed to melt waxy was not melting his body. Ah, it really seems to be melting.

"If you don't detoxify, you will really die. Keep me, it will definitely be useful to you." Mr.3's teeth were trembling.

"Detoxification?!" Yarlin glanced at Mr.3 strangely, then flicked his fingertips, and the overflowing black thread bound Mr.3 again and fell on the wall. .

"Sorry, I haven't figured out whether this is poison or not, let alone how to detoxify it." He was maligned in his heart, but his face was as usual to Mr.3indifferently said: "You are a man Smart people, and smart people are used to lying, especially true and false intertwined lies make it difficult to distinguish between true and false, so if you want to live, use this time to think about what else can be exchanged for your life. I need to explain."

"I…"

"A person has to have value while alive, and you need time to think carefully." Yarlin put his index finger on his lips and said "Shhh "Sound action: "Let me tell Lieutenant Commander after thinking about it."

Boom.

The iron door of the prison was closed, Yarlin walked to the cell next to him, and Jailer, who was standing at the door, quickly opened the prison door.

"The companion who lives next to you may not be able to hold it anymore." The first sentence of Yarlin's opening made Mr.5 feel the bone-chilling cold and extremely vicious malice: "I acted too hard. I am afraid that there is no need to rescue and heal his injury. Compared to him, my actions towards you at the time were kind and gentle."

Three ribs were broken and his neck pierced. A finger hole, and the hose is almost torn off, can it be considered a gentle move?

Mr.5 swallowed and spit, not daring to refute.

Yarlin's fingers slid across his throat, and the black thread wrapped around his neck loosened to reveal a scarred wound. The edge of the wound had a faint black texture, but it was not obvious.

"If the dark spot is regarded as a toxin, this guy got a wound pierced by my finger, and it should have also been infected with the toxin, but compared to Mr.5, the same toxin The dose is very small, why is that?"

Yarlin has some incomprehension in his mind, and temporarily unable to figure out the reason, he drew a short dagger from his arms and dug it into the scarred wound.

"What are you going to do?" Mr.5 stared at Yarlin in horror, thinking that the other party was going to kill him, and struggling desperately, a breath of gunpowder puffed up from his mouth and nose.

"Noisy!"

Yarlin is coldly snorted, his palm is twisted and his mouth is pinching Mr.5's chin, and the upper one closes his gums tightly with a black strand. The smoke and dust scum spurted out of the opponent's ear canal, and Yarlin's knife-holding hand roughly dug out the rotten meat on his neck, and then threw it on the ground.

"Not dead!" Mr.5 felt the hot tingling pain in the wound on his neck, and the wrapped black silk threaded through the flesh like a needle and thread to suture the wound. There was an expression of error on his face. looked towards a piece of rotten meat on the ground.

The rotten meat is actually more like a pool of blackened blood clots, thrown on the ground by Yarlin, it shatters like jelly and becomes a pool of rancid acid water.

Mr.5's IQ does not seem to be enough. He seems to have not noticed any abnormalities in his wounds. On the one hand, the dark spots are inconspicuously covered by the black cocoon, and on the other hand, he may be Because he even had explosives mixed in his brain, his brain capacity was not enough.

"It has become a pool of sour water."

Yarlin stared at the black liquid on the ground. The smell in his nostrils was like the sour smell of burning garbage bags. He The blood stains on the dagger were cleaned, and there was no abnormality on the dagger, so he looked towards the frightened Mr.5opened the mouth and said: "My Lieutenant Commander, after interrogating you and your companion, analyzed Point out that Mr.3's position in the Baroque Works room is relatively high, and it is likely to squeeze into the core layer and be able to know and access more confidential information; and your Mr.5 ranks behind your companions from the code name, and does not It seems to be able to reach the core information, so he thinks that you are far less valuable to us than Mr.3. In other words, he suggested that I kill you. Do you have any different opinions?"

" …." Mr.5's expression is about "", his mouth, nose and eyes twisted and wrinkled into a ball quickly said: "No, don't kill me, I can betray the Baroque Works room and do things for you."

"The betrayal is so simple, how can I trust you?" Yarlin fiddled with the dagger flexibly, threatening: "Tell me the identity of Mr.0."

"I don't know The identity of Mr.0, the president is very mysterious, and basically does not show his true colors." Mr.5's face changed in blue and white, said solemnly: "The Baroque Works room is a criminal company, and the members in it are rarely loyal. You believe me, I really want to betray the Baroque Works room."

Yarlin in the heart has already determined that Mr.5 is an arrears of IQ. "Don't be nervous, I think your ability There is still some development value, so I decided to leave your life as a research and development staff for the time being."

"Development staff?!" Mr.5 didn't know what the hell is that, All he would do is kill.

"Yes, this thing about booger bombs is disgusting and not very applicable. I need you to help me develop and improve the formidable power of gunpowder and shells." Yarlin felt that the real value of the explosive fruit should be It does not lie in personal fighting, on the contrary, the ability of this kind of fruit should be combined with gunpowder shells as a strong boost, so as to develop a large number of formidable power and more amazing lethal weapons.

Although the formidable power of the crimson shell (formerly Buggy shell) is considerable, it is far from the formidable power that a real shell of Yarlin in mind should have.

"Why, you don't want to?" Yarlin's voice slightly mentioned an octave.

"I am willing, I am very willing." Mr.5's head is shaking like a rattle, what a joke, how dare he say a word in this case.

"Very good!" Yarlin felt that Mr.5 was still very informed and witty, turned and left the cell, leaving Mr.5 feeling like he was soaked in cold sweat.