Pirates control thunder and lightning

Nicholas and Wystad soon arrived at the cell located in the cabin.

At this time, Summerfield was huddled in the corner with his legs in the cell, while Brooke was sitting on a chair outside the cell, taking charge of supervision.

"Captain you are here."

Seeing Nicholas' arrival, Brooke stood up and said.

After Nicholas nodded, he glanced at the Celestial Dragon in the cell, and then glanced at Westad.

Then Westad directly stepped forward to open the cell door and lifted out the Draco Summerfield like a chicken.

"Brooke is coming with us, just in time to see what is so special about the Celestial Dragons."

Nicholas said to Brooke, and soon the three of them led the Celestial Dragons to Belin's research room.

"What are you guys doing!?"

Summerfield, who was tied to the operating table, suddenly panicked. At the same time, looking at all kinds of weird things around him, Summerfield inexplicably thought of the secret base of a crazy Draco that he had visited in the Holy Land and the secret base of the man he had visited in the Holy Land. The slave on whom he conducted his research.

Thinking of the plight of those slaves, Summerfield struggled even more fiercely.

"Let me go, I can give you whatever you want!"

"Money, wealth, women, whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

But this is all in vain.

Soon Brooke consciously drew the curtains to block out the sunlight that came through the window.

The room suddenly became dark.

The shadowless lamp then turned on, causing Summerfield's eyes, which were lying under the shadowless lamp, to turn completely white.

Then Westad took a can of gas handed over by Beilein and pressed it on Summerfield's face. With the inhalation of the gas, Summerfield's movements gradually became smaller, and finally he lay there motionless.

Nicholas leaned against the wall next to the door, crossed his arms, and looked at Belin curiously.

As for whether Nicholas and others will destroy the sterile environment here, don't be kidding. Belin's ability is not just a decoration. Junqu Pavilion

Brooke changed into a white coat at some point and stood next to Beilein, looking like an assistant.

After a while, with Brooke's operation, Summerfield's thick protective clothing was taken off.

"Tsk tsk, this protective suit is really interesting."

Brooke looked at the protective suit and couldn't help but said. It can be said that this protective suit contains a very high technological content. Through the purification ability of the protective suit, it may not be simple for the Tianlong people to claim that they do not breathe the same air as ordinary people. I am just joking.

"Captain, come and see."

Soon everyone was attracted by the sight in front of them, because at the heart of Summerfield, there was a chip-like object tightly attached to it.

After carefully removing it, Nicholas showed a thoughtful expression. Maybe this thing is the identity chip of the Celestial Dragon. I just don't know if this thing has any other use besides proving the identity of the Celestial Dragon.

Summerfield, who was soon anesthetized, underwent his first autopsy in his life.

Nicholas looked curiously at the Y-shaped opened chest from the side and the beating heart inside.

Beilin, Brooke and others also came forward to carefully observe the internal structure.

If this scene were seen by others, they would probably think they had encountered some mad scientist.

"Well, this looks no different from an ordinary person's body."

Westad couldn't help scratching his head. In his opinion, since the Tianlong people are so aloof, they are a little different from ordinary people. Not to mention having different appearances, their body structure is the same as ordinary people. What the hell.

"Strictly speaking, he is not exactly the same as ordinary people. You see here and here, it means that his various organs are very powerful. If he undergoes systematic training, his achievements will definitely exceed those of most ordinary people."

Beilin added from the side.

After half an hour.

"Okay, that's it, let's leave some small gifts for our friends."

Nicholas said as he raised his index finger, a wisp of thunder and lightning extended from his finger, and immediately condensed into a small thunder pill next to his heart.

"Beilene, sew it up."

Nicholas said, and at the same time, the closed window was reopened.

Bright sunlight suddenly poured into the room, reflecting on Summerfield's body.

The eyes of everyone present could not help but follow the light source and focus on Summerfield.

"Wake him up."

Brooke took another can of gas from Belin's hand and sprayed it into Summerfield's face.

Ten seconds later, Summerfield slowly opened his eyes.

Summerfield, who was in a coma, soon felt the severe pain coming from his body. The severe pain even caused green veins to suddenly appear in the corners of his eyes and forehead. His eyes then opened, and they were filled with clearly visible bloodshot eyes.

It's not that Beilin doesn't have painkillers, it's just that they're not necessary.

"It hurts, it hurts!!!"

As soon as Summerfield woke up, he felt bursts of heartbreaking pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Help me!!! I'm in so much pain! Someone come and help me!"

Summerfield screamed miserably, with snot and saliva flowing uncontrollably from his nose and mouth, looking very miserable and embarrassed.

Nicholas was playing with the identity chip and looked at Summerfield's miserable appearance expressionlessly. Summerfield's pain at this moment was probably not even one percent less than the pain of ordinary people who were bullied and killed by them at will. .

Westad, Belin, and Brooke silently watched Summerfield, who was rolling crazily and screaming, unable to feel any sympathy at all.

There may be innocent Dracos in this world, but they are definitely not the Summerfield in front of them.

After a while.

Summerfield fainted from the pain.

He has been pampered in the holy land of Mariejoia all year round, but in terms of pain tolerance, he is simply pitifully weak.

"Okay, let's throw him back to the cell. In addition, Belin, give him some medicine by the way. Don't let this guy die. After all, he is a bargaining chip."

Beilin nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

......

In the captain's cabin, Nicholas put his feet up on the table and played with the identity chip in his hand. Obviously, the manufacturing technology of this identity chip was far beyond the current era.

"It's really an interesting thing. I wonder if the guy who gave it to Vegapunk can figure out the mystery?"

Nicholas held Summerfield's identity chip between his index finger and thumb and said curiously.

In Nicholas's room at night.

Nicholas held a report, while Beilin said in a tone of doubt about life:

"The Celestial Dragons have always claimed to be descendants of the Creator. Based on what you said, Nicholas, I thought that the Celestial Dragons might have made up their words to cover up their former identities.

But by studying Summerfield's information, I found that some of the genetic structures of the Draco people were different from ordinary people, so I conducted further research on them. "

"and then?"

"Then I discovered that there are some edited traces in the genes of the Draco people who claim to be descendants of the Creator!"

"Huh? You mean they are really descendants of the Creator?"

Nicholas was a little surprised. He really didn't expect Belin to discover such a thing.

"This statement is not entirely accurate. Because through my comparison, the genes of the Draco are optimized and improved on human genes. This is why when we dissected Summerfield, we found that his body organs were different from ordinary people. for the sake of.

It can even be said that as long as they undergo systematic training, Tianlong people are fully qualified to become strong. "

"Isn't it ridiculous? Those guys who are like trash are actually more qualified to be strong than countless ordinary people?"

Belin always had a weird look on her face when explaining.

A look of surprise flashed in Nicholas's eyes, he held his chin and pondered, slowly digesting this unknown secret information.