One Piece: The Glory of the Murloc

At the same time, a certain room in the base is the main control room of the base. All the scenes captured by the large number of surveillance phone bugs installed in the base are summarized here.

Although it was already late at night, there were still several marines on duty in the monitoring room. They yawned while watching the monitoring to prevent unexpected situations from happening.

Then something unexpected happened.

"What's going on? What happened to that fish man?"

An exclamation broke the silence.

The originally sleepy marines suddenly regained consciousness and gathered behind the navy who made the sound.

The marine pointed at the monitor screen and said, "I looked a little uncomfortable before. I was exercising just now and suddenly fell to the ground."

"are you sick?"

Some people speculate.

"Could it be an act?" A certain navy officer asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't look like it. He glanced at the phone bug, but he didn't seem to have any intention of asking us for help."

"This guy has been very peaceful in the past few months. He should know what it means to want to cause chaos. Murlocs sound very powerful, but they are actually just an inferior race. How dare he go against the government?" A marine said in a relaxed tone. The way.

"That's right. Let someone go and take a look. The doctor won't allow him to have problems."

"I'll call someone right away."

Bright on the screen seemed to have lost consciousness and was no longer moving. If his chest wasn't still rising and falling, he would have looked like a corpse.

Brett lay quietly on the cold ground, but his body was as hot as a flame.

His heart was beating extremely fast, powerfully sending blood to every corner of his body.

It was obviously the most exciting moment, but his mood was very calm.

Of course he wasn't sick, and Vegapunk didn't do any horrific experiments on him, which was just drawing blood and collecting some skin tissue or hair. If they were just studying bloodline, these would be enough.

The appearance at this time is of course just a disguise.

I have endured it for three months just for this moment.

This method is very old-fashioned and not very clever, but it should come in handy.

It is impossible to make the navy so relaxed that they are defenseless against him. It is enough to make them not as fully alert as they were at the beginning.

Even if it can only lower the difficulty from one hundred to ninety-nine, it is worth it.

squeak.

Brett heard the heavy metal door open.

It came quickly, so I probably didn't have time to go to the medical department to find a doctor.

Very good news.

The moment you've been waiting for is now.

The extremely nervous and exciting mood further promoted the secretion of adrenaline, but at this time, Bright felt an unprecedented calmness.

Footsteps sounded.

One, two, three——

Are there seven people coming in?

Four people stopped at the door, and only three approached.

boom.

Brett felt a heavy kick on his arm.

It hurts a little.

Then his hair was roughly grabbed, his head was pulled up, and his right eye was pushed open.

Brett tried hard to relax his pupils so that they didn't tremble at all.

Since there is no doctor, he is not worried.

"What do the fish-man's pupils look like? Is this normal?"

There was a voice that sounded impatient.

"I don't know, but the captain is motionless. It seems that he has passed out." A voice answered.

Just a captain?

It seems that these three months of pretending have paid off.

"It's really going to cause trouble for people. You're sleeping soundly! Damn the fishman, why don't you just leave him alone and let him die? You won't be able to smell the fishy smell anymore." Another voice said.

"Don't say stupid things. He is an important experimental material for the doctor. He can't die even if you die. In short, put him on a stretcher and send him to the medical department as soon as possible." The voice known as the captain scolded.

"Damn it, the fishman stinks. You won't be infected by any diseases if you come into contact with him."

"So I'm not asking you to wear gloves?"

Brett heard a few Marines talking before he was lifted and roughly thrown onto a stretcher.

"This guy is really heavy! Here are two more people to help."

Two of the four marines guarding the door came over, and then the four of them worked together, and Bright felt like he was being lifted into the air.

Then, he finally started to move outside the cell.

Brett was calculating silently in his mind.

The marines began to turn, and they were already out of the cell door. There seemed to be several marines at the door, and they were leading the way.

Well, four?

So, the total number of people is eleven?

A patrol team?

You can vaguely hear the sound of metal colliding. They are carrying weapons. Sure enough, their vigilance has not been lowered?

But it was enough, it was enough that the real senior officers of the Science Force did not come over.

The marines were chatting, and Brett tensed up.

Turn left.

Then, turn right.

Go straight ahead.

Turn right again.

Then, this should be it.

The base's bathhouse is one of the few places in the base that does not have surveillance cameras for privacy reasons.

The memory of when he was taken to the medical department for a physical examination was finally put to use now.

One last check, there are eleven enemies in total. The four who lead the way and the two who follow must be armed with weapons.

The four people carrying the stretcher should be unable to free their hands.

So the most important thing is the navy captain walking beside him.

According to previous observations, the leader of each patrol team should carry a phone bug for communication and alarm. Just press it to make the entire navy in the base take action.

so--

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Brett suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembled and he began to cough violently, and his head began to move like a twitch.

Because of his actions, the four marines carrying the stretcher shook.

"what happened?"

The navy captain with a thick beard frowned and came over, "Hey, fishman, what's wrong with you?"

"Um?"

The navy captain was slightly startled. He saw Brett's ferocious expression suddenly calm down.

Oops!

The captain's expression began to change.

But he didn't make any sound. Bright's broad left hand had directly grasped his neck.

"Mlocculant Karate—Same!"

The muscles in Bright's left hand swelled, and his fingers seemed to be made of steel. They actually dug into the navy captain's neck.

During the more than ten years in Fishman Street and the three years in the Sun Pirates, in addition to exercising, my fighting skills have never fallen behind.

The navy captain couldn't even scream because his neck was strangled, and his muscles and bones were twisted, making an irritating creaking sound.

"Captain!!"

One of the marines carrying the stretcher had screamed.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the six armed marines before and after finally remembered their responsibilities and raised their firearms.

Bright was so muscular that he didn't even need to aim at such a distance, and he couldn't even stop a navy captain from blocking his gun.

And he is not domineering. Although he is strong, he is only a mortal body and cannot stop bullets.

So he jumped up from the stretcher, raised his left arm high, raised the navy captain, and then hit the four sailors in front of him.

Just like bowling, the four marines were directly thrown away, rolling into a ball like a gourd on the ground.

Originally restrained by handcuffs and shackles, Bright could not make such violent movements.

But just as he jumped up, the chains of the handcuffs and shackles broke at the same time.

A marine who was carrying a stretcher but fell directly to the ground due to Bright's movement looked at this scene in disbelief.

That's a chain made of special alloy! Even giants can't break free!

There was a cheerful smile on Brett's lips.

So it’s not yesterday, nor the day before yesterday, nor the day before yesterday, but today!

Don’t underestimate the shark’s teeth!

Whenever the lights were turned off at night, he would curl up quietly and quietly without disturbing anyone. It took him three months to grind his teeth bit by bit, smoothing one hundred and seven sets of teeth. Finally broke free from the physical restraints.

There were drops of water seeping out of Brett's hands, and he just flicked them casually.

"Hit the water."

The next moment, the bodies of the two marines behind were directly hit and flew backwards.

A small hole was punched through their chests, as if they had been shot through by a large-caliber gun.

Brett landed, his strong legs used force and his body ejected.

The sailors who had been smashed away by the navy captain just now had no time to get up, and the huge fists were already coming towards them.

Bang bang bang bang.

After moving his body a little, Bright turned around, and the four marines who originally carried the stretcher took out their weapons.

Their movements were trembling, and they even made mistakes in loading their guns.

It's because I'm afraid.

Finally not as condescending as before.

"Hit the water."