One Piece: God Killer

Morana stuck the agent's throat tightly and wrapped her arms and legs around his chest. She asked viciously: "Tell me, where is that bastard Caesar hiding?"

"Ha," the agent leader sneered mockingly. He looked at the furious Morana and said proudly, "I will never tell you."

"You guy!" Morana exerted a slight force on his arms and legs, which made the agent unable to breathe. "Speak quickly!"

"Pfft," the agent spat out a mouthful of blood, but looked directly at Morana fearlessly, "Haha, no way!"

Under the dark veil, Morana's expression could not be seen clearly, but her anger could be felt. She tightened her wrists and feet again, and this time, there was a clear sound of ribs breaking, and Morana threatened: "Don't think I won't kill you!"

"Oh," another mouthful of blood spurted out, but the agent still had no intention of confessing.

The agent knew that if this continued, there was a high probability that he would not survive.

There was only one thought in his mind that kept him going: if they die here now, they will all be "heroes" who died in the execution of their missions, their families' safety can be preserved, and they can even receive a pension from the World Government. And once they confess, it's all over.

What's more, looking at the attitude of the female devil in front of him, even if they told her, they would not be able to escape death. It's better to use "loyalty" to win a little chance for your family.

"It's disgusting. I originally heard that people who do this kind of thing are just a bunch of weaklings. I didn't expect that I met a 'tough guy' today." Morana was angry and helpless. She threw the half-dead agent leader away. He stepped aside and turned to look at the other agent lying on the ground, "However, I don't believe he is as brave as you!"

"Oh," the agent who was thrown to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already breathing less and breathing more, and he was about to die. "Guys like you won't understand..."

Seeing Morana walking up to the last agent, Profik stopped her. He shook his head gently and said, "These guys won't tell you Caesar's location."

After the observation just now, combined with his understanding of the world government, Profic has already guessed the situation. These agents themselves are quite loyal to the World Government, and they may have family members living in Mariejoia and other places. It may be impossible to get them to confess by simply extorting confessions through torture.

"Then there is no other way?" It was Danjuma who spoke. If anyone wanted to know the whereabouts of the remaining children the most, it was of course Danjuma.

The agent sneered and said: "I think you are determined. Even if we die here, we will never tell you the location of Mr. Caesar."

"That's right." Far from being anxious, Profic was already confident. "Even if you don't tell me, I can still find the location of that guy Caesar."

"Gao, do me a favor," Profik said, pointing to the agent leader, "throw this guy into the sea."

"Don't waste your efforts." The agent leader thought that Profik wanted to continue torturing him. "Just kill me. I won't tell you anything!"

"Don't get me wrong, I respect your integrity," Profik believed the two agents who said they would never confess. He had no intention of threatening the agents in this way. A scary smile appeared on his face, "However, I want to know where the Lesotho short-headed giant salamander in the sea will take you when it sees you scarred and hanging by a thread."

The agent immediately understood Profik's intention. He wanted to let the giant salamander play the role of "guide". And his plan has a high probability of success. This Lesotho short-headed giant salamander has indeed been to the island where Caesar is located. In this case, he probably took his seriously injured self to that island for treatment.

Thinking of this, the agent's expression finally changed: "You devil!"

At this moment, in the eyes of the agent leader, the gentle and kind-faced Profik was simply more terrifying than the ferocious Morana.

"It's a great honor for me to be praised by you!" Profik showed a relaxed smile and replied in a teasing tone.

In fact, he was not sure whether the Lesotho short-headed giant salamander knew the location of Caesar Courang's island. After all, if the transfer of personnel between the two parties had been carried out at sea like today, then it was entirely possible that it was the same as Caesar's island. The island has nothing to do with it.

On the contrary, the reaction shown by the agent confirmed his suspicion. It seems that this move does have a high probability of success.

Profik looked at the angry-looking agent, then his face changed slightly, and he immediately took action and grabbed the agent's jaw, interrupting his attempt to bite his tongue to commit suicide. He did not expect that under such circumstances, the agent leader actually planned to commit suicide to cut off the last bit of use value.

Fortunately, the agent leader was seriously injured, and even biting his tongue to commit suicide was difficult. His movements were slightly slow, and he was captured by Profic's domineering aura.

Profik breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It would be troublesome if we let you die. Now it seems that there are still some things that need to be dealt with before throwing you down. Gao, break his limbs , put something in your mouth that you can’t bite, so you don’t die.”

"If you were to give instructions or commit suicide, that would be troublesome..."

Originally, he just wanted to throw the agent leader down, and then let the Lesotho short-headed giant salamander take them to the next island. But the suicide of the agent leader reminded him that if this guy died or used some method to directly communicate with the Lesotho brachycephalic giant salamander, it might not go to Caesar's island.

However, now, a foolproof plan has been prepared. Don't say you want to commit suicide or talk. Later, you, the agent leader, will not even be able to roll over into the sea!

……

The Lesotho short-headed giant salamander has been swimming around the Bifur ever since agents from three world governments jumped aboard. It's not that it doesn't want to help, but the Bifur's hull is very large, and even a creature as huge as it is just a tiny speck in front of the Bifur.

Therefore, it can only wait anxiously.

After a while, the sound of fighting (actually the sound of Morana holding the agent down and slamming against the deck) stopped.

After a while, angry questions and shrill screams rang out on the boat.

Finally, the screaming stopped.

After a while, a figure fell down from the bow of the boat.

It was the secret agent leader whose mask had been taken off, his limbs were severed, he was dying, his body was seriously injured, his white clothes were covered in blood, and he had passed out.

"Baby, baby!" Lesotho's short-headed giant salamander screamed twice, with a bit of fear in its big human eyes. Those guys on the boat were simply too scary!

It quickly swam over and used its broad back to catch the agent leader who was about to fall into the sea. After a slight hesitation, it then swam forward.