NCCnovel Chapter 316: Human Bomb!
Chapter 316: Human Bomb!
The lowest level of the Redford.
It is the prison of the Red-Haired Pirates.
Click.
A sharp crack broke the deathly silence of the prison.
Laki sat on a rickety wooden chair.
He was clutching a huge piece of meat with bones.
He ate meat with a blank expression.
His usually smiling eyes were wide open.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Three figures were suspended by thick sea stone chains.
Their toes were a few inches off the ground.
With weak, swaying breaths.
CP0's white suits turned dark red.
The mask representing authority has shattered into pieces.
"Is this 'CP0'?"
Lakiru mumbled incoherently as he chewed on his meat.
He grabbed the bucket of salt water next to him.
Without any warning.
It was suddenly splashed onto the man in the middle.
"Ahhhhh"
A scream ripped through the silence.
Guernica's body convulsed violently.
Salt water seeped into the wound.
This kind of pain is enough to break any tough guy.
But he couldn't faint.
Seastone chains sealed his abilities.
It's more like a shackle.
Pin him to the edge of sanity and madness.
"Don't call me that so rudely."
A lazy voice came from the stairwell.
Lakilu immediately stopped what he was doing.
He turned his head to look.
The fierce look on his face faded.
He put on a simple and honest expression.
"Mr. Tatsuba."
Chen Ye walked to the rack.
He didn't look at the unconscious Stusi and Maha.
He stood directly in front of Guernica.
He held up one finger.
He lifted Guernica's chin.
Guernica's left eye was so swollen she couldn't open it.
His right eye was completely bloodshot.
The pupils are dilated.
Yet, the stubbornness and hatred of being a "Celestial Dragon, Human, and Dog" still remain.
"Good eyesight."
Chen Ye smiled.
His smile looked particularly eerie under the lights.
"What a pity. Physical torture is too simplistic. For brainwashed assassins like you, physical pain is a badge of honor, isn't it?"
Guernica opened her mouth.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sound was like sandpaper rubbing.
"Kill...kill me...Lord Garin...will not let you go..."
"Shhh."
Chen Ye raised his index finger and placed it on his lips.
"Don't rush to mention that old man. You'll see him soon."
Chen Ye released his grip.
His palm suddenly emitted a strange, eerie blue light.
That's not Armament Haki.
It is not Observation Color either.
It is a more obscure and unsettling energy fluctuation.
The authority that belongs to the soul and memory.
"Humanity's strongest defense is not the body, but faith."
Chenye's voice penetrated Guernica's eardrums.
"You believe the Celestial Dragons are gods. You believe that Saint Garin is an inviolable ruler. This blind loyalty is like a lock, locking away your fear of death."
Chen Ye raised his hand.
It hangs above Guernica's skull.
"What if I... smash this lock?"
next second.
Chen Ye's palm pressed down sharply!
hum!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh"
Deep in Guernica's mind.
Chenye's power was like a brutal bulldozer.
They forcibly entered the forbidden zone of his memory.
The oath of "absolute justice" has been shattered.
The image of worshipping the Celestial Dragons was painted black.
The sense of glory associated with CP0 has been stripped away.
Instead.
It is the ultimate fear of death for living beings.
Chenye is like a cruel artist.
He painted on Guernica's cerebral cortex.
He used the name "Garin Saint".
It forcibly links itself with "death", "despair" and "pain".
He destroyed loyalty.
All that remained was an empty shell filled with fear.
Laki Road, standing nearby, was stunned.
They forgot to chew the meat in their mouths.
He killed without hesitation.
But this kind of manipulation of the soul.
It sent chills down his spine.
A full five minutes passed.
Chen Ye then withdrew his hand.
Guernica had stopped screaming.
He was hanging from the chain.
His eyes had completely changed.
They are no longer suicide bombers.
It was a stray dog whose teeth had been pulled and whose spine had been broken.
All they could do was tremble with fear.
He mumbled meaningless syllables.
Tears, snot, and blood streamed down his face.
"Done."
Chen Ye shook his hand.
Just now, I only crushed a single insect.
He turned to look at the darkness behind him.
"Come out, Shanks. I'm here."
in the dark.
A figure stepped out.
Shanks wasn't wearing his signature black cape.
He was only wearing an open white shirt.
His muscular chest was exposed.
Hair is messy.
I just left my mother's side.
But the aura emanating from him had changed.
The previous Shanks was a famous sword that was sheathed.
This is him now.
It is a demonic sword that has just drunk blood.
The air was bitterly cold.
Shanks walked up to the rack.
His gaze swept over the three of them.
There was no pity in his eyes.
There was no disturbance.
It looks like looking at three pieces of rotten wood.
"Is this the gift you're giving to that old man?"
Shanks' voice was deep and hoarse.
"This is just the raw material."
Chen Ye snapped his fingers.
CP0 swords scattered in a corner of the dungeon.
A shattered mask.
Abandoned iron chains.
Suddenly it floated up.
Space-Space Fruit ability activated.
A piercing, metallic, distorting sound.
The steel was being kneaded by an invisible hand in mid-air.
extrusion.
Melting and casting.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Just a few seconds.
A rectangular metal box appeared.
A coffin.
An iron coffin forged from CP0's own weapons and masks.
It is full of irony.
The surface of the coffin is uneven.
You can also see the distorted eye holes on the mask.
Like countless wronged souls crying out.
"Put them in."
Chenye pointed at the iron coffin and gave the order to Lakiru.
Without saying a word, Lakiru stepped forward and unlocked the chains.
The Guernica Trio: Three puddles of mud.
He was stuffed into a narrow iron coffin.
The space is cramped.
The three could only twist their limbs and overlap.
"To ensure they arrive at the holy site 'fresh,' I also prepared this."
Chen Ye took out three syringes from his pocket.
Inside was a strange, bright red liquid.
"Caesar, that mad scientist's failed experiment. It can keep vital signs alive for at least a week. The side effect is... it amplifies the sensitivity of pain receptors tenfold."
Chen Ye squatted down.
He gently injected the medicine into the carotid arteries of the three people.
Push the medicine in.
Stussy and Mahal, who were in a coma, suddenly widened their eyes.
The body convulsed violently.
A gurgling, choking sound came from his throat.
That's the feeling of being in extreme pain but unable to scream.
"Perfect."
Chen Ye clapped his hands.
Take out a video Den Den Mushi.
It was placed on a wooden box directly in front of the iron coffin.
The background of the shot.
They were three CP0 elites, crammed into an iron coffin, their faces contorted in agony.
"Come on, Your Majesty."
Chen Ye stepped aside.
He made a "please" gesture.
"This is the climax of the whole show. This gift can shatter Garin's arrogance more than any cannonball. I want him to watch his 'hunting hound' become a stray dog."
Shanks silently stepped forward.
He wasn't looking at the camera.
They didn't even look at the iron coffin on the ground.
He had his back to the Den Den Mushi.
He left the camera with only a broad, indifferent silhouette.
The silhouette of the new world's overlord.
"Let's begin."
Shanks said calmly.
Chenye pressed the record button.
on the screen.
Shanks's silhouette was like an insurmountable mountain.
He turned his head to the side.
He revealed half of his stubble-covered profile.
And eyes that gleamed coldly in the shadows.
There was no lengthy declaration of war.
There was no hysterical roaring.
Shanks remained calm.
Like describing tomorrow's weather.
He said something to the camera.
"Saint Garin, this is the interest."
Pause for one second.
The overwhelming aura of Conqueror's Haki seems to overflow the screen.
"As for the rest of the accounts, I will personally go to Mary Geoise and settle them with you, one by one."
"Click."
Chen Ye pressed the stop button.
"Concise. Powerful. Textbook-quality threat video."
Chen Ye whistled.
Throw the Den Den Mushi into the crack of the iron coffin.
Then.
He waved his hand.
The heavy iron coffin lid slammed shut.
sizzle.
High-temperature flames erupted from Chen Ye's fingertips.
Slide along the seam of the coffin lid.
The entire iron coffin was welded shut.
Only a few tiny pores remain.
To prevent them from suffocating.
dead.
Fear cannot be conveyed.
At last.
Chenye drew the short sword from his waist.
On the front of the iron coffin.
A huge, ferocious pattern was carved.
Skull.
Three scars on his left eye.
Two crossed Western swords.
The flag of the Red-Haired Pirates.
"Let's go."
Chen Ye sheathed his sword.
He patted the cold surface of the iron coffin.
"It's almost dawn. Time to deliver the packages."
……
Dawn breaks.
The eastern horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds.
It was spilled on the deck of the Redford.
The sea breeze carried the coolness of the morning.
The smell of last night's alcohol was blown away.
on the deck.
The Red-Haired Pirates' officers have already woken up.
Hangovers gave them headaches.
But everyone sensed the heavy atmosphere in the air.
Chen Ye stood at the bow of the ship.
The heavy iron coffin lay at my feet.
Shanks stood beside him.
Holding the famous sword "Griffin".
Looking towards the direction of the red earth continent.
"Are you ready?"
Chen Ye asked.
Shanks nodded.
He didn't say anything.
Chen Ye's eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils.
An aura of ancient creatures emanated from him.
He didn't use teleportation.
That's too mild.
This kind of gift.
It must be delivered in the most arrogant way possible.
"Come out, old buddy!"
Chen Ye snapped his fingers toward the sky.
"唳"
A cry that could pierce through gold and split rocks resounded through the sky.
A huge dark shadow blocked out the sun.
A sudden gust of wind arose.
The wind made everyone's clothes flutter loudly.
A giant bird, comparable in size to a small sea king, swooped down from the clouds.
It has golden feathers.
Its wingspan exceeds twenty meters.
He wore a postman's hat-like decoration on his head.
Golden rings were attached to its claws.
The King of News Birds.
"Da Hong Pao" (Big Red Robe).
The fastest, most enduring, and most greedy creature to fly over this vast ocean.
He usually only serves Morgans.
But Chenye has a bargaining chip that it cannot refuse.
The giant bird crashed onto the deck.
The ship timbers groaned under the strain.
It proudly raised its head.
His sharp eyes were fixed on Chen Ye.
Chen Ye tossed out a pure gold coin.
It was taken from some ancient ruins.
The giant bird accurately snatched the gold coin.
Swallow it into your stomach.
It let out a satisfied chirp.
"This job is a bit heavy. And a bit dangerous too."
Chen Ye patted the giant bird's thick claws.
He pointed to the iron coffin on the ground.
"Send it to the Red Line. Mary Geoise. To Garin Saint. Just throw it down there. Don't worry about breaking anything."
The giant bird tilted its head.
It extends sharp claws capable of crushing rocks.
He easily picked up the heavy iron coffin.
"Go."
Chen Ye gave the order softly.
His eyes gleamed with a mad light.
"Deliver this 'surprise' to Garin Sei's dining table."
"Hey!"
The giant bird flapped its wings.
A strong wind arose.
It shot into the sky in an instant.
It was clutching an iron coffin engraved with a red-haired skull symbol.
It transformed into a golden stream of light.
They sped towards the Red Earth.
Everyone looked up.
Watching the giant bird disappear into the horizon at dawn.
Ben Beckman lit a cigarette.
The smoke they exhaled dissipated in the sea breeze.
"Now, there's really no turning back."
He wiped the sniper rifle with a yasha cloth.
A belligerent smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Turning back? From the moment we boarded this ship, we had no intention of turning back."
Shanks looked away.
Turn around.
Looking at this group of comrades who had shared life and death with me.
His eyes were clearer than ever before.