Hannibal swallowed hard as he stared blankly at Buffir, who was known as the "Stone Body", falling to the ground screaming and wailing.
He didn't believe that Bafiir was such a loser who could easily have his legs cut off. Although his hands and feet were cuffed by the Sea Tower Stone, his body was still as strong as a bull monster.
The result is that such a character had his legs cut off without knowing it...
"Director, this..."
Now was not the time to be shocked. Remembering his responsibilities, Hannibal approached cautiously, his expression hesitant.
Ron is good at everything, but he is too courageous!
If Buffir dies, not to mention the harm caused by the Devil Fruit flowing into the sea and the accountability from the government, the dynamite rock warehouse that did not explode because of his fruit power is said to explode instantly, causing immeasurable damage!
"It's okay, he won't die."
Ron shook his cigar and then asked towards the cell.
"Are you right, Buffyre?"
"Damn bastard..."
Bafier's whole body was twitching, but he still stared at Ron with extremely hateful eyes.
"Look, isn't this still alive and kicking?"
Ron complained over his shoulder.
Hannibal was sweating profusely.
Is that the point
It's not whether he wants to live, but whether you want to kill!
The prisoner's operation made him dumbfounded, but he was sure that Ron just wanted to torture Buffy, so Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did he remember that Ron was not an easy guy to talk to.
after all…
"What a show of force, Major General Ron."
A few cells away, a familiar voice sounded.
"Prisoners must behave like prisoners. There is no reason why it is the uncle who owes money, right? Crocodile!"
Ron hung the Thunder Dragon Fangtian Halberd on his back and walked over with a cigar in his mouth.
"How was your day in Impel Down?"
In this cell, the former King Shichibukai Crocodile sat in it looking miserable. The meticulously slicked back hair is missing at all times, the messy hair has a few gray streaks, the scar on his forehead is black and red, as if it is suppurating, and his face is covered with wrinkles. Even if he says that he is 60 years old this year, he will not arouse suspicion.
Seeing Ron appear, Crocodile's heartbeat quickened by two points, and then he loosened his fists dejectedly: "According to your good wishes, my limbs and limbs were disabled and a kidney was taken out. I eat cat food every day, so it's good to be alive. "
"Cat food?"
Ron looked at Hannibal strangely.
The latter quickly explained: "Because they must stay alive, the prisoners here are given meals every three days. But we don't dare to let them eat enough, so the food is relatively small."
"So it's nicknamed cat food. Feed the cat, right?"
Ron added amusingly, and then looked at Crocodile: "But major generals are all in the past tense, Crocodile. I am now the lieutenant general of the headquarters, codenamed Canglong."
"Code name?!"
Crocodile looked up in shock. As the oldest Shichibukai, he knew very well who could have a code name in the navy.
The navy codename is not a fancy name given by a busybody like "White Beard" or "Golden Lion", but a serious title recognized by the government as a symbol of one's identity and status.
It is an honor that belongs exclusively to generals!
And Ron said that he was a lieutenant general, but he could be awarded a code name, so there was only one situation.
"Candidate general...? That's it!"
A candidate for general is also called a future general.
The atmosphere in the infinite hell became even more solemn. The villains who had previously despised Ron for his rash and cruel tactics all withdrew their gazes and became as quiet as a dead person.
Not everyone can be a candidate for general. These people are crazier than admirals, but they dare not say that they are better than admirals. They know very well that strength on the sea is everything, otherwise they will not survive to level 6. It has long been eaten clean by jackals, tigers and leopards.
"Thinking about it this way, it seems that I was not unjustly defeated!"
Crocodile smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"That's natural! To be honest, if you could have cooperated well, I might have been the one who lost."
Ron told the truth that he won that battle because of scheming, which did not mean that there was no danger. On the contrary, if his special knowledge and domineering hadn't captured the traces of "Assassination King" Geno, it was still unclear who would win and who would lose.
But this truth made Crocodile even more discouraged.
There are so many ifs in life. Failure is failure after all.
"Okay, let me see if there are any familiar people in there..."
Crocodile chose to shut up, and Ron withdrew his gaze and began to scan the spacious sixth floor.
"Hey, the remnants of the Charlotte family are also on the sixth floor? Don't look at me with that look. At least you are still alive, right? Only tens of thousands of the original Angry Legion returned alive!"
"Aren't these big pirates who want to join my G10 branch and make a name for themselves? Why are they missing arms and legs?"
"Eh? Brigadier Pudding Pudding, you are here too? Hey, can you hear me? Is the marshal targeting you?"
After going around, Ron really found a lot of acquaintances.
There are remnants of the Angry Legion who escaped and were arrested, there are also pirates who had the audacity to break into G10 and were captured, and Pudding Pudding, the highest official who was the source of corruption in the East China Sea.
It's amazing, isn't it
Even pudding pudding can enter the sixth floor.
However, the government only considered that what he did in the East China Sea was so serious that it needed to cover up the truth and imprisoned him, but it did not have the kindness to consider whether he could survive on the sixth level with his strength.
He was imprisoned among a group of vicious people and had to eat some cat food for three days to survive. Whenever he was fine, he was frightened by people using his domineering look. Pudding Pudding is now crazy, and he doesn't feel dirty even if he is covered in feces and urine.
Well, maybe this is the real intention of the government.
After all, the ICAC incident was an exchange of interests, and Pudding Pudding was imprisoned as a naval faction. The reason is different, and the wise have different opinions.
"If Doflamingo is also imprisoned, we will all live together!"
Ron said regretfully.
But Lirisk wanted to take Doflamingo away, which made him helpless. In the original work, Doflamingo can be detained at level 6, perhaps because Lirisk did not regain his senses and could not find the culprit.
And since Ron intervened to make the plot go crazy, Lirisk would not let go of this guy who had a grudge against him.
"Damn lackey!!"
At this time, a curse attracted everyone's attention.
After knowing that Ron was obviously not a good person and that he was powerful, few of these pirates and criminals wanted to provoke him. It would be better to die than live, right? There are not many people with abilities on the sixth level.
So they are curious about who is so bold and dares to say such nonsense.
"Dies Drake, a fallen navy, is neither a pirate nor a navy. He is just a traitor who is worse than a navy scum."
Ron looked over calmly. The Eleven Supernova in the original book, the future backbone of the Kaido Pirates, died early. He didn't even escape the Grand Line, and fell into disgrace at G10.
His only existence value is as a training material, which allows Dongte to awaken his domineering power and improve his strength by leaps and bounds.
"It's him!"
Drake is considered to have a better life among this group of people. Not only did he not suffer much torture before coming in, but he also came in for a relatively short time and his background was not emptied out. At the same time, the animal system itself is known for its resilience, and its physical fitness is guaranteed, so it can be used just for training.
Derek was startled when he heard Ron's words.
"what are you up to?"
"Teach you how to be a good person!"
Ron smiled coldly, and Hannibal ran back to the passage in a cold sweat and brought in a long metal bench.
"Director, where do you put this?"
"Just put it in the middle, so everyone can see what happens to losers with bad tempers."
"OK!"
Hannibal went to work happily. Ron noticed that cold sweat began to drip from Derek's forehead and smiled: "Don't worry, the ancient seed is also a powerful fruit ability. I won't kill you."
"But as I just said, there are many things in the world that are scarier than death."
"As prisoners, please have some consciousness of being a prisoner. Don't be like Mr. Buffel, who is so annoying if you don't do something every day for fear that others will not know about it! You see, even the warden of our Push City is driven crazy."
Ron pointed to a cell on the upper floor of the cell and said, Ame Shiliu, who was put on a prison uniform, smiled coldly, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.
"So I'm thinking, if everyone lives like bugs and gives me less trouble, will the situation improve?"
“It’s ultimately not a wise move to start with managers but not discipline prisoners.”
Speaking of this, an electric current appeared in Ron's hand, welding the metal bench and the bars in the middle of the cell together, and then opened the door of the cell where Drake was located.
It's really a big deal!
Grasping the vertical pole that was obviously made of sea-floor stone, Ron used brute force to pull it out of the stone wall that was perfectly connected up and down, and threw it aside.
Seeing this scene, many of the condemned prisoners in the infinite hell were stunned, and even some big figures who had never spoken were casting alert glances.
"What a terrifying physique!"
Deep in the prison, "World Destroyer" Waldo, who was bound by chains, raised his head warily, looking at the two busy people over there, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
Is he really a capable person
Derek's eyes widened in horror, watching Ron walk in like a demon, the shadow cast by his tall body completely covering him, and added.
"Let's do an experiment!"