Pirate's Nest Order

Will it be poisoned?

nbr.3's skin had dark spots. Sure enough, through the black spots, he felt an extremely cold and twisted force passing through his fingertips. With a slight hook of his nails, the other person's skin was easily torn open. , revealing dark and turbid blood.

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

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

.3 His eyes were bulging in fear, and they were about to turn into dead fish eyes, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. The rotten flesh that seemed to be melting wax was not that he was melting his own body, it was really as if he was melting his own body. melted.

"If you don't detoxify, you will really die. Keep me, I will definitely be useful to you." 3 His teeth were trembling.

"Detoxification?!" Yaerlin glanced at .3 with strange eyes, then shook his fingertips slightly, and the black threads that poured out bound .3 again and dropped it 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 his expression on the surface was as usual. He said calmly to .3: "You are a smart person, and smart people are used to it. You can lie, especially lies that are mixed with truth and falsehood, making it difficult to tell the truth from the lie. Therefore, if you want to live, use this time to think about what other information you need to give in exchange for your life."

"I….."

"People must have value when they are alive, and you need time to think carefully." Yaerlin put his index finger to his lips and made a "shush" sound: "I will tell my adjutant when I think about it."

Bang.

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 words Yaerlin spoke made .5 feel a bone-chilling chill and extremely vicious malice: "I struck too hard, and I'm afraid his injuries There is no need for rescue and treatment. Compared to him, my behavior towards you at that time was full of kindness and tenderness."

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

.5 swallowed 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 black spots are regarded as a toxin, this guy should have been infected with toxins when he got a wound with my finger, but compared to .5, the dose of the same toxin is very small. This is Why?"

Arlin was a little confused and couldn't figure out the reason for the time being. He took out a short dagger from his arms and dug into the scarred wound.

nbr.5 stared at Yaerlin in horror, thinking that the other party was going to kill him, and struggled desperately with a puff of gunpowder smoke coming from his mouth and nose.

"Noisy!"

Ya'erlin snorted coldly, pinched .5's chin with his palm, and pushed it up to tightly seal his gums. A stream of black smoke and dust spurted out from the other person's ear canal. Ya'erlin held the knife. His hands roughly dug out a ring of rotten flesh on his neck, and then threw it on the ground.

"Not dead!" .5 felt the stinging pain from the wound on his neck. The black silk wrapped around him penetrated the flesh like a needle and thread to sew the wound shut. He had a look of astonishment on his face and then looked at the piece of rotten meat 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.

The IQ of .5 seems not enough. He seemed not to notice any abnormalities in his wounds. On the one hand, it was because the black spots were inconspicuous and covered by black cocoons. On the other hand, it might be because he had even mixed them into his brain. Dynamite, the brain capacity is not that sufficient.

"It turned into a puddle of sour water."

Arlin stared at the black water on the ground. The smell he inhaled in his nostrils was like the sour smell of burned garbage bags. He shook off the blood stains on the dagger. There was no abnormality on the dagger, so he looked at The frightened .5 said: "After interrogating you and your companions, my lieutenant analyzed and pointed out that .3 has a relatively high status in Baroque Studio. It is likely that he has squeezed into the core layer and can know and have access to more information. There is a lot of confidential information; and you, .5, are ranked behind your companions in terms of code names, and it does not seem to be able to touch the core layer of information. Therefore, he thinks that your value to us is far less than .3. In other words, he suggested that I If I kill you, do you have any different opinions?"

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

"How can I trust you when you betray so easily?" Yaerlin fiddled with the dagger with his fingers flexibly and threatened: "Tell me the identity of .0."

"I don't know .0's identity. The president is very mysterious and rarely shows his true face to others." .5's face suddenly turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "Baroque Studio is a criminal company with very few members. If there are diehards out there, believe me, I am really willing to betray Baroque Studio."

Ya'erlin has already determined in his heart that .5 is a person with an IQ that is insufficient. "Don't be nervous. I think your ability still has some development value, so I decided to keep your life as a research and development personnel for the time being."

nbr.5 I don’t know what the hell it is, but all he can do is 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 cannonball is considerable, it is still far from the power that Yaerin believes a real cannonball should have.

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

"I do, I very much do." .5's head shook like a rattle. What a joke. How dare he say no in this situation.

"Very good!" Yaerlin felt that .5 was still very knowledgeable and interesting, so he turned around and left the cell, leaving .5 feeling as if his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.