Pirate's Swamp Fruit

"They're more like reformed people."

"Cyborg" Wilder's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

"Well." Bevanli continued with a trace of hesitation: "However, there seems to be something wrong with the transformation on their bodies. I have seen this before. They are easily irritable and lose their minds. Most of these lose their minds. When being attacked, or seeing blood."

"And once this state occurs, they will kill everyone they see. Except for Luo Ya, even Luo Ya does not dare to stop this state, because once stopped, it is very likely that the last trace of sanity will disappear." Maybe even Loya will be killed."

"That is to say, you have seen the scene where they took action." Wilder grasped the point.

"Yes." Bevanli didn't know why Wilder asked such a question, but answered truthfully.

"Tell me about the characteristics of their fighting, which is why you think they are reformed people."

It was only then that Bevanli understood Wilder's meaning, nodded, thought for a while and said, "I had contact with Loya and I before we turned against each other. The first point is that their bodies are very hard, or it should be said that they are Strong, ordinary bullets and swords can't even cut their muscles."

"The other thing is jumping ability and explosiveness and, of course, speed."

"They can almost be said to be all-round combat machines. Their hard bodies also endow them with deadly striking power. Basically, against ordinary thugs, they can kill the enemy with one blow."

"On the other hand, their speed and jumping ability greatly increase the speed of killing the enemy. The most terrifying thing is their combat response, which allows them to avoid countless fatal attacks."

Bevanli said while recalling, Wilder listened quietly, asking him a few questions from time to time, the flashing point in his mind became clearer and clearer, but he couldn't grasp it.

"What's wrong? Why do I always feel that these descriptions have a sense of familiarity?"

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of the reason, so Wilder simply suppressed the inexplicable thought for the time being.

"Tell me about your plan." Wilder decided to skip this point, but he himself doesn't really care about the plan, whether he has it or not, just in case this kind of vigilance is causing trouble, he still obeys At Bevanli's suggestion, make a plan.

"Actually, there is no plan to talk about, just to try not to be seen by others when doing it."

"Loya will go to sea the day after tomorrow. Maybe the last time the three Colombian brothers were wiped out caused him some trouble. He wants to send some apology to the war group. I heard that he is very angry and is sending people to investigate. Whoever did it is because of these things that he is a little afraid of me these days." Bevanli said with a sneer.

"Time and place, let me know when the time comes." Wilder left this sentence and stood up to leave.

"Yes." Bevanli watched Wilder go out respectfully.

Helping Beverley eradicate his enemy is just a small and convenient thing for Wilder. The reason why he is interested in it is because Beverley is valuable. As for the plan, sometimes he still has to accept some suggestions from his subordinates.

Rejecting Bevanli's idea of ​​arranging a residence for him, Wilder used to find an unknown place to settle down.

It still has the same flat courtyard style, with rockery and flowing water, green bamboos and cypresses. It is easy to calm down listening to the sound of gurgling water.

Wilder's practice method is not just "moving", quieting down, letting the body and mind relax deeply, and entering a state of meditation is also one of them.

The function of this cultivation method is to allow Wilder to deeply experience the surge of the swamp in his body. It is also one of the cultivation methods for returning life and seeing, hearing, and being domineering.

Sit cross-legged, close your eyes and meditate, and experience everything around you in this state.

The wind blows, the grass moves, the insects vibrate their wings, and the crawling of underground creatures, all of which are included in the scope of observation. Ignoring these, meditation itself can also bring growth, a growth of mentality and spirit.

This posture of sitting still was maintained until the sun was slightly behind West Weld before he was released from this state.

Compared with "moving", this kind of "quiet" practice brings more spiritual consumption. Wilder urgently needs a glass of fine wine and an exquisite dish to reward himself and make up for his lack of spirit.

So he walked out of the bungalow and headed for the famous restaurant in Ogishima.

Halfway through, the long-lost feeling of being followed suddenly reappeared, and this time, Wilder accurately captured the opponent's position.

His face turned cold, and Wilder's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

"I can't let you escape this time."

About five hundred meters away from Wilder, the expressions of three men wearing shabby sailor uniforms changed drastically: "The damn thing has been discovered."

"The task given to us by the Kuaizu patriarch is to monitor and track him and report his location regularly to confirm the plan. If he is caught now, we will be dead."

One of the men, who was obviously a minor leader, had an anxious expression on his face. He pulled at the other two and ran as fast as he could.

"Really? Tell me who your clan leader is and what is the purpose of monitoring me?"

However, at this moment, a cold and deep voice sounded beside his ears, his body froze for a moment, he felt as if his surroundings were frozen, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he unconsciously lost his coordination.

"Tell me." Wilder landed beside him and gently put a hand on his shoulder, but his eyes fell behind him.

Two swamp arms extended from behind him, covering the faces of the other two, lifting them high off the ground.

While the two were struggling in pain, Wilder remained expressionless, and the person standing beside Wilder couldn't move at all, he couldn't even turn his head to look at Wilder.

Is this how terrifying the Shichibukai is?

The little boss's eyes were dilated to the extreme, staring ahead without focus. The emotion called panic in his heart was infinitely amplified. The feeling of panic brought about by making the body rusty seriously affected the body's functions. He wanted to escape.

But I can't even take a step forward

"gollum"

"The clan leader is Wen Pu"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp arrow shot from a distance at high speed, piercing his throat.

"Damn"

Wilder turned around with an ugly expression, and a figure on the far corner of the wall glanced this way and disappeared from under the corner.

Wilder quickly chased after him, and the whirring wind blew past him, blowing his big tail and making a sound.

"You bastard, useless guy, please don't kill me." After the move was successful, the assassin turned around and ran away. He knew that if he walked in a straight line at his speed, he would be caught sooner or later. Fortunately, he was still familiar with this place. , after coming down from the wall, we zigzagged all the way to a long-abandoned pier.

Hastily untying the rope tied to the shore, he jumped onto the boat and quickly slid away from the shore.

"escape"

A cold voice came from the shore. The assassin's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head to look at the shore. At this sight, the corners of his eyes almost burst.

"boom"

On the abandoned pier, Wilder stood on the shore with a cold expression. Behind him, a giant swamp snake as thick as a barrel spiraled into the sky, its ferocious snake head spread out, and it swooped towards the boat.

"hateful"

The assassin cursed with an ugly face, quickly jumped off the boat and swam away

"It's better to tell me everything than to abandon the boat and escape. Trust me, I can give you shelter." Wilder said solemnly, but the giant snake had no intention of withdrawing.

"Really, you should take this thing back before you say such a thing." The assassin swam forward desperately, looked back, and his eyes were suddenly split.

"boom"

The giant snake struck the small boat, and the boat cracked into several pieces and flew around.

The giant snake continued to charge at the assassin on the sea after smashing the ship.

"That's not possible, hahahaha" Wilder's eyes were bloodshot and he showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Boom" the giant snake charged down and the waves exploded high. After the level of the turbulent mud calmed down, the assassin's pupils clearly dilated, and then gradually lost his energy and his eyes became blurry. He fainted from the impact of the shock wave and rolled his eyes. Floating on the sea.

"bang bang bang"

Wilder stepped on the moon steps to get on top of him, picked him up, and returned to the shore.

"呲" The metal light on the five fingers flashed away and inserted into the assassin's ribs.

Five blood holes appeared, and blood spattered out. Wilder remained expressionless, and at the moment the assassin woke up from the pain, he said, "Speak out, and I can stop the bleeding for you."

Withdrawing his hand, Wilder stood up straight, looked down at him from above, and took out a clean white hand cloth to wipe the blood on his hand.

"Ahem" the assassin's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid, "Can you really protect me?"

"Yes." Wilde replied almost without a pause.

"it is good"

"I think you'd better stop the bleeding first, because I feel that you are hitting hard, and I may not last long." The assassin lay on the ground, his face up, his chest heaving violently, and he said weakly, his eyelids could be seen It seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and it may close at any time.

"What you said makes sense, but I think instead of wasting time, it's better to say a few words so that you can get treatment quickly."

"Cough, cough, cough." Upon hearing this, the assassin's eyes almost burst out of his eyes, and he shed two tears of frustration.

"Okay, I said."

The current situation is that he is the fish on the anvil, and the decision is in the hands of others. The assassin knows that he has no choice.

"The person following you is Germa66."

With one word, Wilder's pupils instantly opened.

Germa 66, that country that thrived on war, once ruled the entire North Sea kingdom is known in the New World in the form of legends.

"Germa 66" Wilder suppressed the emotions in his heart, looked at the assassin's eyes emitting a dangerous light, and asked: "The reason"

The assassin knew what Wilder meant.

"Ahem, I don't know the specifics. Strictly speaking, I don't belong to Germa 66, nor do the few people who are following you. We are probably affiliated with other forces, so my knowledge is limited."

"Tell me everything you know." Wilder took out the gauze and potion from the swamp, and stopped the assassin's bleeding first.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The assassin continued: "The reason may have been because they were eyeing something on you at first. They have pre-positioned surveillance personnel on the Chambord Islands. Yes, they do not have the ability to intervene in the East China Sea. In other words, with your presence all over the The forces in the entire East China Sea have no room for them to interfere, because it will easily arouse your vigilance."

"What is it?" Wilder's heart moved. It was just like what he had guessed when he was being followed. It was really for profit, but Wilder couldn't figure out what there was in him that aroused the covetousness of Germa 66. .

The assassin's face was pale and his mouth was open, like a salted fish full of desire for survival. He shook his head feebly: "I don't know, but the only things that can attract the attention of Germa 66 are two sciences or war."

Without looking at Wilder's reaction, the assassin couldn't wait to continue the interrupted question: "They couldn't get involved in the East China Sea, so they planted surveillance personnel on the Chambord Islands in advance, because this is the only way to the New World. path, and they can start looking for opportunities from there.”

"This is the reason at the beginning. They have fixed something on you, but they are just keeping an eye on it. They will not choose to take action. At least they will only confirm your whereabouts at all times without a foolproof opportunity."

"But now, the situation has changed a bit. You have changed from unilateral interests to conflicts."

"Conflict" Wilder didn't understand what the conflict was. If he wanted to trouble Germa 66 because of this matter, then the conflict would be established.

"The three Columbian brothers are a very dedicated cash cow under the command of Germa 66. Yes, the interests of robbing merchant ships are beyond your imagination." The assassin grinned, but he looked miserable.

"No, my men have done this before, and I can prove that it is indeed a profitable business." Wilder said calmly.

""

After being choked by Wilder, the assassin chose to skip this topic and continued: "So, they also knew about you killing the Columbia brothers not long ago. Whether it is from the perspective of hatred or interests, I think They have no reason to continue monitoring."

"They will choose to take action"

"Probably." The assassin nodded, but because he was lying down, the range was inevitably limited.

Wilder fell into deep thought. The Germa 66 are a group of war maniacs, and the ruler of the Germa 66, Vince Moggaji, is a confident and even arrogant leader. Therefore, there is a high probability that what the assassin said There is no possibility of things happening.

At this time, Wilder did not want to conflict with any powerful force.

"But if conflict comes to the door," Wilder raised his head, the decisive killing intent spreading in his eyes.

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