Pirate’s Brood Order

Will it be poisoned?

Arlin touched the dark spots on Mr.3's skin with his fingertips, and sure enough, he felt an extremely cold and distorted force coming from his fingertips through the black spots. A hole was easily torn open, revealing dark and turbid blood.

A strong rotten smell permeates from the blood, and the flesh under the skin also oozes black, like rotten and poor quality meat food.

"It turns out that the rotten smell didn't disappear, but it all soaked into the blood vessels." Yarlin thought so in his heart.

Mr.3's eyeballs are bulging, and he is so terrified that he is about to turn into a dead fish with eyes about to fall out of the eye sockets. The rotten flesh that looks like melting wax is not melting his own body, it is really like It's going to melt.

"If you don't detoxify, you will really die. Keep me, it will definitely be useful to you." Mr. 3's teeth were chattering.

"Detoxification?!" Yarlin glanced at Mr. 3 strangely, then flicked his fingertips lightly, and the gushing black thread re-wrapped Mr. 3 and fell on the top of the wall.

"Sorry, I haven't figured out whether this is poison, let alone how to detoxify it." He cursed in his heart, but said to Mr. 3 with his usual expression: "You are a smart person, and a smart person I am used to telling lies, especially the intertwined lies that are true and false, making it hard to tell the truth from the false, so if you want to live, use this time to think about what other information you have to tell in exchange for your life."

"I….."

"There is value in being alive, and you need time to think about it." Yarlin put his index finger on his lips and made a "shh" movement: "Tell my adjutant if you think about it."

Boom.

The iron door of the prison was closed, and Yarlin walked to the next cell, and the jailer standing at the door quickly opened the door.

"The companion who lives next door to you may not be able to hold on any longer." The first sentence Yarlin said made Mr. 5 feel the bone-chilling coldness and extremely vicious malice: "I hit too hard, his injury I'm afraid there is no need to rescue and heal, compared to him, my behavior towards you at that time can be described as kind and gentle."

Three broken ribs, a finger hole pierced in the neck, and a throat that was almost torn out can be considered a gentle act?

Mr.5 gulped and did not dare to refute.

Yarlin's fingers slid across his throat, and the black thread wrapped around his neck loosened to reveal a scarred wound. There was a faint black vein around the edge of the wound, but it was not obvious.

"If the black spot is regarded as a kind of toxin, this guy should have been infected with the toxin after a wound was pierced by my finger, but compared with Mr.5, the dose of the same toxin is very small, which means Why?"

Yarlin was a little puzzled and couldn't think of the reason for the time being. He pulled out a short and delicate dagger from his arms and dug down on the scarred wound.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. 5 stared at Yarlin in horror, thinking that the other party was going to kill him, struggling desperately, exhaling with a puff of gunpowder smoke from his mouth and nose.

"Noisy!"

Yaerlin snorted coldly, pinched Mr. 5's chin with a twisting palm, and tightly closed his gums with a thrust upwards. A stream of black smoke and dust sprayed out from the other's ear canal. Yaerlin held The knife's hand violently dug out a circle of rotten flesh around his neck, and then threw it on the ground.

"Not dead!" Mr.5 felt the burning pain from the wound on his neck, and the wrapped black silk pierced through the flesh like a needle thread to sew the wound shut. He looked astonished before looking at a piece of rotten flesh on the ground .

It was said that it was rotten meat, but it was actually more like a pool of blackened blood clots, thrown to the ground by Yarlin and shattered like jelly, turning into a pool of rancid acid water.

Mr.5's IQ seems not enough, he seems not aware of any abnormalities in his wounds, on the one hand, because the black spots are not conspicuous and covered in black calluses; With explosives, the brain capacity is not so sufficient.

"It's turned into a puddle of acid water."

Yarlin stared at the black water on the ground, and the smell in his nostrils was like the sour smell from a garbage bag being burned. He wiped off the blood stains on the dagger, and there was no abnormality on the dagger, so he looked at The terrified Mr.5 said: "After my adjutant interrogated you and your companions, the analysis pointed out that Mr.3 has a relatively high status in the Baroque studio, and it is likely that he has squeezed into the core layer, and he can know and contact you. To get more confidential information; and you, Mr.5, are ranked behind your companions in terms of code name, and you don’t seem to be able to touch the core layer of information, so he thinks that you are far less valuable to us than Mr.3, In other words, it is suggested that I kill you, do you have any different opinions?"

"..." Mr.5's expression was about "囧", his mouth, nose and eyes were twisted and wrinkled, and he said hurriedly, "No, don't kill me, I can betray Baroque Studio and do things for you."

"The betrayal is so straightforward, how can I trust you?" Yaerlin fiddled with the dagger nimbly, threatening: "Tell me the identity of Mr. 0."

"I don't know the identity of Mr. 0. The president is very mysterious and basically doesn't show his true face." Mr. 5's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice, "Baroque Studio is a criminal company. There are very few diehards, you believe me, I am really willing to betray Baroque Studio."

Yarlin has already decided in his heart that Mr. 5 is someone with low IQ, "Don't worry, I think your abilities still have some development value, so I decided to save your life for the time being as a research and development personnel. "

"Research and development personnel?!" Mr. 5 didn't know what the hell it was, all he would do was kill people.

"That's right, booger bombs are disgusting and not very practical. I need you to help me develop and improve the power of gunpowder and shells." Yarlin felt that the real value of explosive fruits should not lie in personal fighting On the contrary, the ability of this fruit should be combined with gunpowder shells as a strong booster, so as to develop and manufacture more amazingly powerful lethal weapons in large quantities.

Although the power of the crimson shell (formerly Bucky shell) is considerable, it is still far from the power that a real shell should have in Yarlin's mind.

"Why, you don't want to?" Yarlin's voice raised an octave slightly.

"I am willing, I am very willing." Mr. 5's head shook like a rattle, what a joke, how dare he say no in this situation.

"Very good!" Arlin felt that Mr.5 was very knowledgeable and interesting, and turned around to leave the cell, leaving Mr.5 feeling drenched in cold sweat.