The oppressive baseball roared with terrifying power and the explosion of his savings. Hodgton raised his hand and the red light surged, his eyes staring at the strange dachshund, and the black threads at the bottom of his pupils were surging strangely. It moved, as if the gaze of another eye was peeping from it.

The violent air waves rolled and rolled, and Sen Bai's palm covered with knuckles tightly held the blasted baseball. The mouth, the blood that came out made him look even more ferocious. Only the pupil that suddenly sank into a black body showed a strange feeling of indifference. His eyes were not on the palm of his hand at all, but focused on the sausage. On the body of the dog that does not know whether to call it dead or living.

The crack on the palm of the hand gradually extinguished, the cracked bone quickly re-healed, and more refined and solid bone calcium emerged.

"Is that some kind of dead thing that has acquired the ability of a devil fruit?"

Hodgdon opened his mouth, but the voice that came out of his throat was not his own. It was thicker and his tone was more emotional.

Yaerlin's consciousness came directly to Houghton's body across the distance of space, and immediately took over the control of this body.

And with the arrival of this voice, the black lines in the pupils of all the navy transformants in the field flickered, their breathing seemed to be a little quicker in an instant, and the few subtle expressions on the cheeks revealed a disturbing feeling. weird.

The air in the room seemed to be filled with the smell of heart palpitations. Mr4 looked at the line of sight on the other side, and a pair of thick and long eyebrows were twisted into a pimple. He always felt that the breath of the person on the opposite side had suddenly changed, as if it had suddenly become Another more dangerous existence.

"It's really uncomfortable!"

mr4 raised the heavy stick and swung it down, the dachshund opened its mouth like a smoke ring, and a solid white baseball condensed and spit out in its mouth.

"Oh? Is it like this?"

Houghton didn't stop the whole process, but watched the dachshund's movements with half-squinted eyes. It was obviously a pile of metal parts, but it gave people a strange feeling of a living thing, but Yaerlin's In perception, it is clearly a dead object, with no body temperature, no heartbeat, only the movement of the parts, and the breath of a living creature.

"Living? Dead? Devil Fruit?"

He extracted more than one devil fruit, and even devoured and transformed the ability. Yaerlin is very sensitive to the breath of devil fruit, he will not feel wrong, that dachshund is some inanimate dead thing but "eaten "With the devil fruit, he has become the bizarre ability person he is now.

A dachshund with a ticking time bomb!

pong!

The gravel under Hodgton's feet suddenly condensed into a sand wall, which instantly blocked the heat wave of the explosion. The sand wall was scorched into a pitch-black liquid and corroded to the ground. A military boot stepped on it, and the gravel wall suddenly burst from the inside out. , the splashed liquid seemed to be pulled by a bone shadow and grew into intermittent debris.

Along the way, the bodies of the two agents were suddenly smashed into pieces by the bone chains. Hodgton kept walking, dashing forward and appearing in front of mr4. The whole person was like an afterimage of continuously changing positions, and suddenly smashed into the front of mr4.

next moment!

The huge iron bar that was dull and waving stopped halfway, and Hodgton's one-eyed gaze was on the dachshund, but he held the iron bar in his hand. The iron rod suddenly became light and brittle, and Hockedon pinched it with his five fingers, and the rusted iron pieces shattered and splashed.

The sinister bulge of the middle knuckle of the fist he punched out, like a poisonous dragon's drill slammed into mr4's chest. Immediately, the bloated fat spread out like a rippling wave, and the needle and thread on his body were stretched and broken. The cobweb-like opening cracked, and he flew out straight upside down, tumbling on the sand and slipping out of the deep ditch.

Hockedon squeezed the dachshund's neck, held it up in front of him with a little force, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then stepped on mr4's head, and his body that had just climbed up was heavy again. Stepping back to the ground, he asked unquestionably, "Is this a dead thing?"

The one-eyed that was extremely ferocious, with a strange black light surging inside, mr4's head was firmly pressed to the ground, his cheeks rubbed against the rough gravel, and the severe pain spreading in his chest reminded him of the broken ribs, he opened his mouth Like eating dirt, some sand flowed into his mouth, and he answered vaguely: "It's a dead thing, it's my big gun!"

"Big gun?!" Hodgdon glanced at the dachshund, and then asked, "Tell me, how did you do it? I'll let you go."

"I don't know, I got it from the studio." The cheeks seemed to be smashed, and half of the cheeks were in pain, and mr4's teeth shook and said: "I just heard that it seems to be a certain scientist. The results of the research can extend the ability and characteristics of the Devil Fruit to the body, and I don't know the rest, I'm telling the truth."

Hodgdon lowered his head with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then the black lines in his pupils faded like a tide, and the scarlet color reappeared from the darkness to occupy the entire eyeball.

"I'm done talking, you promised to let me go!" mr4 struggled to turn his head, moving his eyes to look at the sole of the shoe above his head, a red light slowly covering his head.

Hockedon took over his body again. He stared at the head under his feet, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't promise you!"

In the muffled cracking sound, mr4's expression was frozen in a moment of horror, half of his head was smashed into stubble, and the remaining half of the skull showed white calcification, like a smashed plaster statue.

The battle next to it is also nearing the end of the work~lightnovelpub.net~ The hidden high-rise building is filled with the smell of blood, high-pitched, shrill screams echoed in the building, and the naval transformation body waved the sharp blade in his hand indifferently, like a It is an assassin who runs and runs, taking away the last echo of life.

When night fell, the darkened building fell into a dead silence.

Hodgton counted the loot and the bodies of his own people, and then divided into two teams. One team returned to the base with the ability of the two fruits, and the rest continued to find the next Baroque studio. stronghold.

The speed of the journey couldn't even catch up with the speed of Hodgdon's killing and suppression. Vivi and Ikalem smelled the residual blood in the air, and looked at each other in shock.

"How many times is this?"

"It's already the seventh place!"

"..."

It's crazy to wipe out seven Baroque studios in a week. Wei Wei exhaled, "I think we need to pass this matter back to let the father know what happened here."