Pirates: Dangerous options in my head

The position of jailer can be regarded as a sinecure, but not everyone can do it.

At least after leading the prisoners to perform the baptism, Vivian felt that she was not feeling well.

Wearing rubber gloves, he ordered the guards under his hands to carry the prisoners away one by one. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the skin that was so burned that it looked like it was cooked. He smelled the aroma of meat that floated into his nostrils, and Vivian felt his stomach ache. My heart was shaking for a while, and I was secretly glad in my heart. Fortunately, I didn't eat much at noon today, otherwise I might have really vomited it out at this moment.

Impel Down City, basement level.

Holding a stack of forms in her hand, Vivian stood in front of the prison cell. After the jailer threw the baptized prisoners in, she immediately drew a √ behind the name with a pen.

"John Dennis, with a bounty of fifteen million berriles, from the North Sea..."

As he muttered, he threw the custom-made prison uniform for the man, then closed the cell door and locked it with the key. Vivian then led the man to the next cell.

The content of the work was not complicated. There were only more than thirty people transported in total. He wrote and drew for a while, walked from the first floor to the fourth floor, and escorted all the prisoners into the cells. It only took a total of two hours. There's not enough time.

But you only have to work for two hours a day. At first glance, it seems quite easy, but how do you have to use up the rest of the time?

Apart from staying on the sea level to watch the surveillance, or walking around and patrolling, there seemed to be nothing else to do.

Of course, Vivian also has a mobile phone to pass the time. For people like Domino and Hannibal who have worked in Impel Down for many years, their daily lives are boring.

"It seems like we need to provide them with more entertainment projects..."

Vivian muttered.

I was thinking about whether I should go up and give them a whole set of mahjong tiles to try and see the effect. Unexpectedly, I just walked back to the underground floor, and the option suddenly jumped out in front of my eyes.

[Option 1: Return to the sea level from the stairs. (Completion reward: Random plane special prop x1)]

[Option 2: Take the elevator and return one level left. (Completion reward: Random basic attribute 1)]

"Um?"

Vivian was startled.

Is there something particular about this special thing?

Could it be that I might be in danger if I take the stairs back?

Some possibilities flashed through my mind.

Even though his strength has improved to a certain level now, things like ring missions are still too troublesome.

After experiencing the two incidents in Dressrosa and Justice Island, Vivian just wanted to take a good vacation for herself.

Furthermore...

Special props?

It's not about combat skills, he really doesn't have much interest in it.

Thinking like this, he turned around and, under the puzzled eyes of all the jailers, waved his hands and said: "Let's go to the fourth floor and take the elevator. It's my first time in the prison today and I haven't sat there before." Where’s the stuff?”

...

at the same time.

"Boss Bucky, why haven't you come yet?"

"Yeah, I've been down here for almost two hours."

A group of prisoners followed Bucky and sat around the door of the cell, craning their necks and looking at the empty corridor, their faces full of doubts for a moment.

But in front of him, Bucky was holding the railing tightly with both hands and his head was covered with sweat, but he felt that his whole body was about to get worse.

People... where are people?

Why..

It's been so long and you haven't come back yet?

He had just seen the group of jailers from a distance, especially the leader. He glanced at the back and knew that that was definitely the new guy in the prison today.

So while the guards were escorting the prisoners, Bucky took advantage of the opportunity to eat the grilled fish that he had prepared for almost a week, hoping to attract the new guy in the name of having a bad stomach.

The jailer, and then took advantage of the moment when the prisoner took out the key and opened the cell door, causing his gang of prisoners to suddenly rise up and kill him by surprise.

But who knows...

It's been more than half an hour since I ate this stuff, and those people haven't come up the stairs yet.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that there was something delayed?

Or... is there a spy among us, and the plan I have carefully laid out for so long has been exposed?

Thinking like this, Bucky felt his stomach hurt even more.

A feeling of dizziness slowly came into his mind. Bucky stretched out his hand towards the bars of the cell and shouted with great difficulty: "Help...help..."

There was more and more sweat coming out of my head.

His face also became paler.

However, the prisoners who were watching from the side immediately began to flatter him again.

"Boss Bucky's acting skills are amazing."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't know, I thought Boss Bucky was really about to faint."

Bucky: "..."

"Help...help!"

"Someone come and save me!!"

"Save...save...me..."

His eyes gradually turned white.

When Bucky fell to the ground, he still didn't understand why things turned out like this?

...

On the first floor of the sea, control room.

Vivian crossed her legs, had a cigar in her mouth, and held a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked at Bucky who fainted at the door of the cell on the screen, and couldn't help but shake her head for a while.

"So it's you who is causing trouble?"

Do you want to pretend to be sick so that I can let you out?

If Bucky really sneaks away, then he will not just be demoted this time.

I'm afraid his term in Impel Down City Prison will probably be extended by another ten years.

If you want to gain freedom in advance by then, I am afraid that the only option left is to defect.

"What about the prisoners in this cell? Can I give an order to punish them by depriving them of food for three days?" Vivian pointed at the screen and turned to look at the jailer in the control room.

"Of course, Chief Vivian, as the chief, you can naturally issue such an order."

"That's fine." Vivian nodded, "Not only are we not giving them food, but we're not even giving them water. We'll starve them for three days. Let's see if these guys still dare to cause trouble."

"As you command, Chief Vivian."

As soon as the words fell, the jailer immediately exited the control room door and ran to the kitchen to give orders.

...

Three days later.

"What's this?"

Touching the wooden block that Vivian handed to him, Fujitora asked in confusion.

"This is called Mahjong."

Vivian explained: "It is a game that you can play without relying on your eyes, just by touching."

"game?"

"Yeah, the kind of game used to gamble money."

"Gambling money?"

As expected, as soon as he heard these two words, Fujitora immediately became energetic.

However, just as Vivian was explaining the rules of mahjong to Fujitora, Magellan, who was reading the newspaper in the office on the fourth floor underground, suddenly saw this headline:

"Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach replaced Sand Crocodile Crocodile and became the new King Shichibukai."

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