Push City, Director's Office.
"In other words, some prisoners cannot move?"
Behind the large desk, Ron was leaning against the mainly black director's chair with his legs crossed and a cigar in his hand.
Hearing this calm tone, Hannibal nodded cautiously.
"Yes, Director, the information in their heads is very important. If they become fools, they won't be able to ask anything."
"I see. No wonder some people are sentenced to life imprisonment for the same crime, while others are sentenced to death... Is it a death-free medal?"
Ron nodded, acknowledging this statement.
Hannibal breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye and left quickly.
Too dangerous!
This is what Hannibal said about Ron.
If the news hadn't come from the government, he wouldn't have dared to dampen Ron's interest even if he was killed. Didn't he know before that some prisoners couldn't move? Of course it's clear.
He just didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear that Ron would be dissatisfied with him.
Watching Hannibal leave, Ron frowned, picked up the list, and pursed his lips.
"Tch, it's a secret again!"
The list only listed the names of prisoners who could not be moved, but did not mention the reasons why they could not be moved. Ron was not even allowed to obtain information during the interrogation.
There is only one reason: confidentiality!
and…
Looking at the long list of names, Ron can guarantee that not everyone among them has important information that needs to be retained. Maybe someone is related to the upper class and can be mixed together to escape Ron's experiment.
"Fortunately, a minority is a minority after all, and it doesn't affect the overall situation..."
Zizzi!
A blue arc suddenly appeared in the air, and the lightning lit up the list. Looking at the list that gradually burned into ashes in the orange fire, Ron grinned.
"And surviving, isn't it a kind of tragedy?"
The door to the director's office slowly opened, and when he heard the unpleasant "squeaking" sound, outside the door, the two jailer beasts who patrolled nearby suddenly froze with stupid expressions, as if they were opening the door to hell.
Pa, da…
The hard soles of their leather shoes hit the stone slabs, and with their backs against the red-hot blood pool melting pot of the scorching hell, the two jailer beasts felt a chill from their hearts.
"Um?"
Ron raised his head slightly, looked at the Minotaur, the cow monster, who was watching him, and asked, "Is there anything you want to report?"
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The Minotaur could not speak and could only shake his head like a rattle.
People with animal abilities have the strongest intuition. In the eyes of Minotaurs and Minotaurs, Ron is like a hunting python, licking his neck with cold murderous intent, and they are just Two little white rabbits who were unable to resist.
And standing in this empty corridor, the little white rabbit didn't even have a place to hide.
Seeing that he was almost scared to death by himself, Ron smiled and turned to leave.
To be honest, among the three types of Devil Fruit, Ron is actually most optimistic about the animal type. After all, it is a manifestation of life energy, and the energy is so powerful that it can even give dead objects the ability to gain fruit.
And the potential of life is endless, as you can see just by looking at Ron.
Unfortunately, so far, "infinite potential" is only a theoretical thing.
Even Kaido has only reached a level of pseudo-immortality.
And the most terrible thing is that the side effects of the animal system are too great.
The primitive animal nature brought about by that majestic vitality can easily make an esper with an unstable mind get lost in the animal nature, and a drastic change in personality is the best result. At the same time, as the fruit's ability develops, this vitality and animality will gradually strengthen, reaching a peak after awakening.
These jailer beasts, the Minotaur, were once humans, Ron asked Hannibal about this.
But some of them were completely lost when they awakened, and some of them lost their minds because of the life-and-death crisis that caused their survival instinct to activate their primitive animal nature, just like Lirisk once did.
In this state, it would be too reluctant to say that they are human beings. They might as well be called beasts with higher IQs.
And if you think about "Drought" Jack's appearance when he was killed, you will know that this animal nature is unavoidable and is something that complements those with abilities. No matter how powerful it is, it cannot avoid being influenced by animal nature, which is the original power of the animal devil fruit.
As they walked along the circular corridor of the Scorching Hell, the prisoners working below noticed that he was patrolling, and they lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to look directly at him.
In just one month, Ron used his ruthless methods to establish his authority in Impel Down, and he also made the prisoners understand a truth.
Ron was not cruel to establish his authority, he simply didn't treat them as human beings.
Nine out of ten prisoners have innocent blood on their hands. They are not killed because they still have value. Any resistance and hostility will lead to death.
When Ron came to Impel Down City, the situation that had been rioting for three days and five days was suddenly brought under control, and the entire Impel Down City became unprecedentedly quiet.
But that's right.
Even Hannibal is afraid of Ron, what else can these prisoners with no human rights do
In Ron's hands, death would be a luxury.
After visiting Level 4 Scorching Hell, and then to Level 5 Extremely Cold Hell to supervise the repair process, Ron re-entered Level 6 under the horrified eyes of the prisoners.
"Let's solve it completely today!"
Putting on a pair of special needle-point gloves, Ron's cold gaze glanced around the many prisoners in lv.6, and finally smiled "haha".
…
"ah!!!"
The screams were endless. The big pirate who attacked the Celestial Dragons was unlucky because Ron had already entered the late stage of the experiment and would no longer be kind enough to give him anesthesia.
Seeing the big pirate, who was considered a figure outside, being tied to the bench and struggling with foam at the mouth, like a fish on a chopping board, moving his hands and feet, the prisoners felt sad.
After a long time, the lightning finally stopped.
It is no longer a problem to keep the prisoners alive after a large number of experiments. What needs to be verified now is whether the prisoners have successfully turned into fools.
"Throw him in and observe him for a few days. Don't give him anything to eat without my order."
"yes!"
The two impel city jailers who replaced Hannibal as assistants wiped away the cold sweat, dragged the pirate away like a dead dog, threw him roughly back into the cell, and tied him up with handcuffs and chains.
Ron stretched his sore hands and feet, looked at the prisoners looking at him with various eyes, and smiled.
"You don't think that's all, do you? You scum!"
"There's another gift in the works."
Gulu...! !
Each prisoner swallowed hard and did not dare to raise his head.
"Becoming a fool is just an insurance policy. Your living environment is too comfortable. You have food and clothing and you don't have to endure the harsh climate. I will improve the problem of lv.6 being too suitable for survival as soon as possible."
Devil... Devil!
The prisoners gasped.
"What exactly do you want, Soryuu!"
At this time, a cold and gravelly voice came from the depths of the prison, like the sound of the cold wind blowing at night in the desert rubbing against the sand and gravel.
"If you want to be promoted, we can exchange the information we haven't revealed yet with you!"
"If you want to make a fortune, who here doesn't have a few treasure hiding places!"
"What exactly do you want?!"
"Eh? There are actually some resisters!"
Ron let out a sigh and walked past a group of prisoners shivering like quails.
"The evil king Abarro Pizarro, do you have a problem with me?"
This is a guy who is different from other prisoners. He does not wear prison uniforms, but wears a long white and dark brown fur coat and a light purple necklace.
And he was not tied up with chains like other prisoners and couldn't move. He was just a pair of handcuffs and a hammer tied to his feet.
Seeing Ron coming over, Pizarro raised his head and looked at him without fear, snorting coldly.
"Yes, so what? Do you have the guts to try touching me?!"
Try it or die!
Ron wouldn't be that stupid.
Combining the notification just received and Pizarro's current treatment, any fool knows that this is a special prisoner who is strictly prohibited from being used for experiments or even interrogated by the World Government.
Pizarro's tough attitude aroused the pride of the prisoners, and after a few seconds of silence, a huge noise echoed in lv.6.
"Well said Pizarro!"
"Long live the King of Evil!"
"Little brat, go back and nurse, this is not the place you should be!"
Which lv.6 prisoner is not a big shot in the sea platoon? Even if he is caught in the infinite hell, he will only lose his freedom.
However, Ron's arrival broke the tranquility and made them live in complete fear for a month, almost driving these evil and arrogant prisoners crazy.
Today, someone finally stood up to confront this evil director. The prisoners just wanted to vent their pent-up emotions.
The two guards wanted to fire a warning shot, but a strong wave of overlord-like domineering energy bombarded them, causing them to foam at the mouth and pass out.
The chaotic overlord-colored domineering energy clashed with each other in the infinite hell, causing streaks of purple-black lightning, making the prisoners even more excited.
Ron looked at all this calmly and suddenly grinned: "Are you sure you want to be the chicken that kills the chicken to scare the monkeys? Pizarro!"