Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 3 003 Unlocking and the Swamp

After the jailer left...

He didn't know how long he had been lying on the cold floor, and Wilder didn't open his eyes until the coldness invaded his brain.

pain!
His whole body seemed to be torn apart abruptly, and Wilder felt that his body was no longer his own, and even raising his hands felt extremely heavy.

His face was already swollen beyond human appearance, and the dried blood was stuck to his face like a piece of black-red thin paper. Wilder sat up with his hands on his face, his shoulders shaking slightly.

The excitement in his heart could hardly be suppressed, he wanted to laugh wantonly, but Wilder held back, he didn't want people to see the smile on his mouth, so he supported it with his hands, even though there was no one around, Although in such a dark environment, almost no one can see such subtle things clearly, but he did so habitually.

Wilder slowly moved towards the wall behind him. Even if someone was monitoring him at this time, he would not doubt it. Leaning against the wall can better support his body and prevent himself from falling down. This is a normal behavior of an injured person.

But at the same time, leaning against the wall also means that he can hide himself better. The closer the position is, the darker it is, and some of his small movements will not be noticed.

Yes, from the very beginning, Wilder knew that his plan to unlock the lock with a key would not succeed. Even if it succeeded, the jailer would still rush over. This is what he did not want to see. Solve the problem of handcuffs in the case of

So will you be beaten up after being caught?Wilder is more inclined to be.

Facts have proved that he is right, although part of this is because someone is adding food, but this is more in line with his plan, he needs to be injured, and then like now, even if he hides in the corner of the cage and makes some small moves. There will be doubts.

Although he felt that the chance of being monitored was very small, there was a chance of being inside after all, such as... the old guy opposite.

After staring at the opposite prison for a while, Wilder could only see the position of the aisle, and it started to turn black when he reached the opponent's cage.

"If the other party doesn't have a night vision goggle, then he should be able to see the aisle clearly just like me, and want to see the situation in the cage, especially the depths... Then consider me unlucky."

"No matter what, the old guy on the opposite side will always hinder me, so I have to solve it as soon as possible..." In the darkness, Wilde lowered his head, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The right hand on the back slowly moved to the position from the heel to the sole of the right foot. There was a thick layer of flesh there. After a little touch, there was a sharp touch in the hand. Wilder's hand grasped the sharp point, and then slowly out.

Wisps of blood flowed down from the soles of the feet, and Wilder pulled out the sharp object expressionlessly.

It was a metal toothpick with blood on it.

The toothpick held in the jailer's mouth, Wilder didn't put his hope on the bunch of keys at the beginning, all he did was to cover up, this toothpick came when he kicked the first jailer , Then the jailer took it into his hands when he hit the railing, and then inserted the toothpick into the flesh of the sole of his foot while taking the key.

"Crack!"

An inaudible sound sounded in the darkness, and Wilder gently put down the handcuffs, moving his sore wrists.

As soon as the Hailou Stone was out of his hands, Wilder immediately felt his body's strength recovering, maybe he should recover immediately, but it might be that he had carried it for too long, and his body itself was not used to the original strength.

Silence is because he is suppressing the excitement in his heart, and Wilder is not uncommon in stories of ecstasy and joy and sadness.

He never puts success on a moment of madness.Only when he is truly free can he be allowed to laugh wantonly.

His ambition will never carry these useless things, he must be stable, this is what his mother told him when he was young.

After his mother died, his mind became more stable than ever.

After moving his wrist and hiding the toothpick, Wilde put the handcuffs back on with a blank expression. It is not time to experience the strength in his body, at least until the injury heals, and even if there is any danger of being noticed by then, There is also the strength to escape.

Just hope something like this never happens, at least not for these four years.

Taking a last look at the dark corridor, Wilde lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

For the next few days, Wilder was in a state of recuperating from his injuries, and he didn't start his daily training until his injuries recovered to [-]% or [-]%.

It's just that in order to deceive people, Wilder still tried his best to show a serious injury these days, and the training was also carried out inside against the wall.

It was the end of another day of training, and Wilder smiled friendlyly under the vigilant eyes of the jailer, picked up the lunch box on the ground, and silently retreated to the wall to eat.

He didn't want to increase the surveillance at this time because he made fun of the chief and became a criminal who was seriously late in the rebellion period in their eyes.

After eating, Wilder quietly waited for the time to come. He was waiting for the patrolling guards to change shifts.

The reason for this is because after his observation for a period of time, the next shift of jailers in charge of his area is lazy.

From the standpoint of a criminal, the lazy jailer is more popular than the responsible one.

At least, with these languid but obviously lovable jailers, some things are less obvious.

……

When the time came, the Hailoushi handcuffs on Wilder's hand were silently released. Today he has a plan that has been planned for several days to act. Before that, he needs to familiarize himself with his abilities.

Although these have long been known from memory, after all, it is not reliable without personal experience.

In the past few days, Wilder would open the handcuffs once a day to allow his body to adapt to his own strength. After this period of running-in, he has completely adapted, and this is the first time he has used the devil fruit ability.

As if he was born with it, Wilder felt that the power from the devil in his body was everywhere, and whether to release it was a matter of his mind, just like whether he should choose to raise his hand or put it down.

And during this period, there will be a feeling of being in motion, and the energy consumed depends on whether you move fast or slow, lightly or strongly.

In fact, even without the devil fruit ability, fighting with others will not consume physical strength. Compared with the terrible physical consumption caused by the hand speed fruit that Wilder knows, Wilder feels that when he casts this natural swamp fruit In fact, just like fighting with people, it also consumes physical strength, but just like people who are fighting also consume physical strength, there is actually not much difference between the two. If there is, when non-devil fruit capable users fight If the stamina consumed is 10, then his is probably 10+3 or +2.

Wilder didn't think much about it. Brown mud started to secrete from the surface of his body, and gradually, his whole body completely turned into a puddle of mud.

Wilder could feel that he could reshape his body into a whole in this swamp, or he could turn it into a half-body or other more detailed single parts in this swamp, and he could also produce more things that did not belong to his body. The other swamps turned into mud, both are one, like an extension of the body, but the attacks received by these parts will not affect him.

He can release these swamps without taking them back, and he will not be affected in any way.

"What a terrifying ability." A pair of eyes appeared in the mud, and Wilde looked at the opposite prison.

"Then...it's time."

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