I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

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PS: My special meow was gank by plum wine tonight, and the stamina almost went to heaven after eating 2 catties.

337. Things That Failed (Part 1)

As expected, the two teams carrying out the black operation received the latest arrest warrant from the Navy headquarters while still on their way back.

"[Tyrant] Bartholomi Bear, the bounty is 300 million Baileys, regardless of life or death." The ghost spider saw that the bounty amount was not pleasing to the eye, and he took a heavy gulp of the cigarette that was about to burn out mixed with saliva into the sea.

Back then on Fishman Island, he had expressed his life creed in front of Neptune, His Majesty the King.

As long as you dare to be a pirate, he will dare to capture any king of a country to the ends of the earth.

And Bartholomi Xiong, the former king, directly touched the bottom line that the ghost spider could tolerate.

The identity of the pirate can even be put aside for the time being, he and Shiliu are the big cadres sent by the revolutionary army who saw [Tyrant] Xiong with their own eyes.

As a battlefield guide, he planned several suggestions for the parade and the rebel army, adding another fire to the already irreversible chaos.

Although the sailors didn't know whether the revolutionary army really wanted to help these civilians, or wanted to profit from it.

But from the perspective of an outsider, the main responsibility for the growing chaos in the country is: on the one hand, the game between the interests of the current king and the aristocratic forces; The situation that has stabilized and improved slightly has been dragged into a stalemate again.

On the surface, Shiliu was relatively calm. If there was no companion with great speed or trapping ability by his side, even if Sakalski single-handedly went to trouble Bartholomi, the big bear, it would be meaningless .

"If you can't catch someone, how high is the reward?" Da Jianhao gently wiped the blade with a cotton ball until his face could be clearly reflected from the blade of the sharp knife.

The bear's paw that reached his mouth said nothing, and he was actually no less annoyed than the ghost spider.

The bosses collectively hated their teeth, but the school officers on the same ship sat in a pile, looking curiously at a dachshund lying on the deck basking in the sun.

"Is this the research result of the technical nerds in the science army?"

The veterans teased the dachshund, stroking the soft fur on the dog's head.

In the research institute of the Templar Watchmen, it is kept from exercising regularly and not being fed too much, which prevents it from becoming obese. From the appearance point of view, this is enough to be called a good dog with a shiny coat.

However, from the perspective of scientific research results, what the hell is this?

Hundreds of millions of Baileys are thrown on such a stupid dog with a flat belly. Your scientific troops are really full and too full to bite their hands, right?

This is the veteran's first impression of this idiot.

Because the dog's limbs are short and short, it is easy to get dirty when walking, so the researchers who were rescued by them gently wiped off the dirt on the dachshund's body with a towel to keep its coat shiny.

From time to time, he took out his notes and recorded something.

A veteran finally couldn't help being curious and leaned over to the researcher, looking at the data of the first draft of the thesis in the other party's hand:

At 10:20 a.m., Rasu had a bowel movement, and the unburned powder remained in the excrement.

At 12 noon, Lasu has lunch, special dog food, some fruits and vegetables.

....

"Are you sure it's not an observation diary? It's like the kind of small animal feeding manual given to the Boy Scout training camp." The veteran who peeked at the record looked awkwardly at the stupid dog that was regarded as an important research material by the researchers.

He really couldn't figure out how the brain circuits of these scientists were built, and in the end it could only be attributed to the wide thinking of neurotic patients.

"Emmmm, in a sense, you're really right." The researcher smiled lightly and scratched the hairy chin of the research product in front of him.

This stupid dog named Rasu is actually a giant revolver that ate the fruit of the sausage dog.

Seeming to be quite refreshed by being scratched, this dog-born winner who turned his belly to bask in the sun opened his mouth and spit out a precision iron ball that rotated the second hand.

Raising his wrist to check the time, the researcher picked up the iron ball from the deck and made a baseball throwing motion.

The spherical bomb that was thrown into the distant sea exploded a monstrous water column with a diameter of tens of meters in the next moment.

"Eh!!!"

The veterans stared wide-eyed, their jaws almost dropped from the shock of the harmless stupid dog in front of them.

What Lasu kept spitting out was a powerful time bomb.

While everyone is still studying this dachshund that can only spit cannonballs as a way to observe the actual effect of infusing devil fruits on items, another more taboo experiment in the Navy Headquarters is quietly being carried out.

"What went wrong in the end!!" Caesar compared the survival data of the three groups of experimental subjects, and hit his head directly on the solid console.

A sense of frustration arises spontaneously.

After Vegapunk handed over the secret research cell blueprint and the Vinsmoke family's mature DNA experiment data to M. Caesar Courant, the experiment can be described as progressing rapidly.

The three top experts in genetics are constantly researching the latest DNA structure chains through remote communication.

It stands to reason that with so many mature data systems added to Caesar's original data, gas fruit users even had the confidence to complete this experiment that was only one step away before the new barrel of beer was opened.

However, with the accumulation of data and the continuous dialectics and denials of the three scientists, as well as the proof of a large number of experimental subjects, the research has fallen into a bottleneck.

"So, which step was not done well?" Caesar muttered again, constantly reviewing every step of the experiment in his mind.

Dozens of living pirates turned into indistinguishable deformed monsters in the infinite cell division regeneration experiment.

The only semi-finished product is the black mist trapped in the isolation cover.

At this moment, it can no longer be judged as a humanoid creature, it can only float in midair unconsciously like a plant.

It lost all its expressive ability and ideology, and only the cell particles absorbed the nutrients provided in the isolation hood.

This is already the failed product they have developed that is closest to the dawn of success.

"We have to change our thinking. Elementizing the human body is essentially a process of completely dismantling the stable cell structure and finally achieving a complete self-reorganization." Despite the difficulties in the research, Vegapunk did not show any emotion on his face.

To deal with such research setbacks, he often likes to start from another angle.

It is well known that after the ability user loses consciousness, the devil fruit will be interrupted and return to its original form.

"Consciousness, could it be consciousness!?" Vegapunk seemed to have found another breakthrough.

The most important thing for a natural-type devil fruit ability user is to control. No matter how you play tricks with your ability, it is absolutely impossible to control the elements without a precise and proficient hand.

Self-awareness controls everything, and many previous experimental subjects have no insurance measures since the injection of modified cells, and there is no terminal mechanism to interrupt and stop this transformation.

Cells divide on their own without control.

This caused new DNA cells to grow redundant organs on their bodies, and frantically plundered the huge nutrients needed to maintain body functions.

If you compare a pure Devil Fruit to a game that is well-made and runs smoothly, with terminal locks and various optimizations, bugs are inherently eliminated.