The scene is too cruel, please make up your own mind.
The screams lasted for a long time, echoing in the quiet infinite hell.
When he walked out of the gate of infinite hell, Hannibal resisted the desire to vomit, and asked tremblingly: "Director, what are you going to do next?"
"You don't have anything to do next. Go write the application and collect materials as soon as possible to repair the extreme cold hell... I seem to have found some tricks. I need time to sort it out. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do. Do you understand?"
If possible, I don’t want to disturb you if anything happens!
Hannibal nodded fearfully, not daring to look directly at Ron.
This was the first time he knew that there were so many ways to torture people.
Impel Down
Six hells
It's all bullshit! !
Give Ron a knife and he can make a fool of the prisoner!
Literally that kind of flower!
Ron saw Hannibal's fear and said nothing.
This is a good thing, isn't it
At least it ensured that Hannibal would not dare to violate the rules in front of him.
Regardless of whether he is a loyal or treacherous minister, he must be on guard against others.
Returning to the Office of the Director of the Searing Hell at Level 4, Hannibal apologized and hurriedly ran out, as if there was some savage beast behind him.
Ron used lightning to evaporate the blood and body fluids on his hands. After recalling the previous feeling, he took out a piece of paper and wrote slowly.
"Mental and physical pain can be easily overcome, and there are many people promoting perseverance in the city. Therefore, the alternative plan to manage prisoners is not universal, and the experiment is suspended."
"The main plan is to use electric current to destroy brain cells to make prisoners lose their consciousness. However, making them subject to management requires continued research and will not be considered for the time being."
"The problem with the previous point is that everyone has different physical constitutions and different tolerances to electric current. Therefore, if you want to successfully turn them into fools but ensure that they do not die, you also need to continue to experiment."
"Take Diesel Drake (animal type - ancient animal species - tyrannosaurus form) as an example. Destroying some cells in the cerebral cortex can indeed make him slow to respond to external stimuli or even disappear, but the resilience of the animal type makes him He regained consciousness within half an hour. If he wants to maintain it permanently, he needs to continue the experiment. Note: The possibility of failure in the animal system cannot be ruled out.”
"also… "
Ron wrote tens of thousands of words eloquently, and he breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he had written down everything he thought.
Experiments and such are too difficult for a reckless man who has 90% of the knowledge in his head about survival, exercise, and fighting in the wild. However, in order to achieve his goals, he must endure this hardship.
"Tomorrow we can try it with someone who is not a person with abilities. So much food has been wasted. It's not okay if we don't make some contribution."
Ron didn't have a good impression of the prisoners pushing into the city.
Just a bunch of losers.
And living is still a hidden danger.
But he can understand the government's idea of only locking people up but not killing them, after all, it's a devil fruit.
If, like in many novels, killing people with abilities could prevent the Devil Fruit from spilling out and escaping, the government would have killed them long ago.
But alas, that's not possible.
At the same time, humans are social animals.
Social animals will have a sense of empathy and fear when their own species is persecuted, which is more effective in deterring other criminals with ulterior motives in the sea than simple killing.
Killing is not a purpose, it is just a necessity.
Maintaining rule is an unavoidable prerequisite.
The government is both afraid of killing those with dangerous abilities and afraid of prisoner rebellion, so it can only maintain the status quo with fear and cruelty.
Does Impel Down really need to be as brutal as it is
Of course not, it's just that there is no other way. On the premise of maintaining rule, there must be a place where criminals can be afraid, so the Six Hells of Impel Down City came into being.
If you can complete your own experiment, it will be a great thing for Ron personally and for the world government!
"If Tikki can still survive until the original time to come to Infinite Hell to recruit people, his expression will be very exciting when he sees a group of fools sitting on the ground and urinating in the mud!"
Thinking of the possible scenes in the future, Ron shook his swollen head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
…
The nights in Impel Down are very restless. Prisoners' wails and cries can be heard everywhere. Those who hear it cry and those who see it are sad. Any Virgin who walks in can eloquently publish a three-thousand-word treatise on human rights.
But it's a pity that no one who can work in Impel Down City is soft-hearted.
Over the past few hundred years, there must have been saints who came to Impel Down City to make some efforts, but under the unshakable premise of "maintaining rule", their fate can be imagined.
Early the next morning, Ron heard from the guards that the warden, Sadie, had done something big last night. A group of prisoners who knew Ron saw him coming to Impel Down during the day and were ready to risk their lives for revenge.
The tragic result is that they are small characters imprisoned in the Red Lotus Hell and the Beast Hell. If they want to deal with Ron, they have to take the initiative to go down to the fourth level of the Scorching Hell.
This sad situation caused many people to retreat, and in the end only a few people rushed downward toward death.
However, what was lucky was that as soon as they rushed to the Hungry Hell, they met little Sadie, who was still torturing the prisoners in the middle of the night, walking out of the interrogation room.
This is much scarier than meeting the Jailermon!
So... Today there were a few more corpses hung up to dry in the Red Lotus Hell and the Beast Hell to scare the rest of the prisoners.
Ron not only didn't care that these people wanted to kill him, but actually took it for granted.
The strong make the rules and the weak adapt to the rules.
If you can't adapt, then resistance is the only way.
Those who kill are always killed, and Ron never takes any chances.
After finding out their accomplices last night and roasting them to ashes in front of everyone, Ron returned to Infinite Hell and started the next day's experiment.
"Gould Gonker, the famous cannibal leader, was arrested and imprisoned by the navy for raising humans in captivity for food. He has a demonic and powerful body... very good material."
Looking at the thin black telephone pole tied to the bench with metal bars, Ron sneered, put down the information, and picked up a craniotomy drill.
"%*%%...(*&&+&##!"
Seeing the demon in front of him pick up a murder weapon that he had not seen yesterday, the cannibal leader who was said to have grown up eating human flesh finally let out an excited curse.
But it's a pity that what he spoke was the native dialect of the cannibal tribe. After that tribe was cleared away by the navy, no one could understand what he was saying.
At this time, it seemed that this was useless. Gonk struggled and roared: "No! You have no right to do this. I am a prisoner of Impel Down! You can't kill me!"
The tone is quite weird, but I can understand it at least.
"When do prisoners in Impel Down have human rights?"
Ron injected a funny injection of anesthetic into his neck. It was a concentrated medicine that could paralyze a Neptune. It was used by the city's defense force to deal with Neptunes that accidentally broke in.
Then he put the drill bit against his head, and grinned in Gould's horrified eyes.
"Welcome to hell, scumbags!"
…
Naval Headquarters, Marineford.
"So I was saying before that it would be better to let Peach Rabbit and Tea Dolphin go there than to let Ron go there!"
Warring States looked at the information in his hand with a constipated look on his face, and complained with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Peach rabbit can't do it, let the tea dolphin come over and change the shift!"
He decisively defended his shortcomings, causing the tea dolphin chewing a cigarette not far away to roll his eyes.
"Actually, I think it's not a bad thing for Ron to do this. If he can succeed, Impel Down will no longer have to worry about prisoner riots in the future."
There were not many people attending the meeting today, and the purpose of their meeting was just a routine report. Ron's actions in Impel Down were treated as an insignificant matter and discussed after the meeting.
Kizaru was quite optimistic about Ron's plan, but he still smacked his lips: "It's just that the method is a bit cruel!"
"Did you know? Hannibal, the deputy director of Impel Down City, vaguely submitted a resignation request in his last report for applying for the second phase of funds, because he felt that his spirit was about to collapse!"
Not knowing what he thought of, Kizaru pouted obscenely and said in a funny way.
"Let Ron manage Impel Down City, what a genius idea!"
"You also voted yes, Kizaru!"
Sengoku heard the teasing in Kizaru's tone and rolled his eyes angrily.
"Forget it, just leave him alone, as long as you don't kill the people with abilities... A few days ago, the Nanhai Independent Commission Against Corruption where Ghost Spider was located was attacked by the revolutionary army. Almost all Ghost Spider's troops were dispatched to take revenge! Akainu, go and inform him, don't forget We sent him to the South China Sea for our main mission!”
"It is our mission to uphold justice!"
Akainu frowned in dissatisfaction, but under Sengoku's gaze, he finally nodded.
"I see."
The sea was not calm anywhere. The World Conference decided on a suppression plan against the revolutionary army. As expected, the results were as expected. Just like the previous plan against the pirates, it aroused even greater resistance.
"What a troubled time!"
Warring States sat back in his chair and rubbed his brows.