Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 39 039 See Shileu of the Rain

After extracting the confession from the last prisoner, Wilder got two locations. Of course, he could ask for more if he wanted, but that was unnecessary, and Wilder didn't want to be exposed because of this.

"Half a year..." Wilder's eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped out of the cell in the dark.

Claire always followed behind respectfully, without saying a word.

"Notify Iger that they are ready to get as much information as possible."

"Yes."

As the plan advanced layer by layer, Wilder's thoughts began to turn.

Once that day comes, it means that he will be involved in that war, so his strength must not stop at the present.

At the very least... there needs to be a means of avoiding danger.

"Lord Felster!"

"Lord Felster!"

On the way to the elevator, the jailers saluted after seeing Wilder, raised their heads, and kept their eyes straight.

Nodding in silence, Wilder's tall back gradually faded away in the eyes of the jailers, until it completely disappeared from sight, and the jailers heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other, somewhat helplessly.

"Hum..." The sound of the elevator running, paused, and the doors on both sides opened slowly.

Wilder stepped out of the elevator, lv6, this is not the first time he has come.As the most ferocious gathering place in the entire advancing city, lv6 is known as the infinite hell!

The prisoners held inside are a group of truly vicious desperadoes, criminals who cannot be known to the world, and each of them is a terrifying existence capable of destroying a country.

Even so, Wilder's heart didn't fluctuate at all. It's one thing to be vicious, but it's another thing not to keep viciousness in your heart. Wilder's heart has never been filled with other people's things.

"Da da da..." The footsteps gradually deepened into the darkness, and the eyes of the cages on both sides opened, bloodthirsty, excited, murderous, irritable, and staring at Wilder.

With all kinds of strange looks or shapes, the same thing is that they are all a group of unforgivable sinners.

Wilder has always been expressionless, his steps are regular and rhythmic, and he seems indifferent to the gazes from both sides, even... ignoring the attitude.

"Evil... that little bug, come here and let me kill you! Evil hahaha!"

In the darkness, a manic and bloodthirsty sound suddenly came from a huge cage on the right.

"Pfft!" Without answering, Wilder, who was walking, suddenly raised his hand and took out a beautiful gun, and pulled the trigger towards the side where the sound was made, without looking over from the beginning to the end.

"Evil... It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Damn it! You little bug!" In the dark cage, a huge figure rolled on the ground clutching his forehead.

"Puff puff puff...!" Wilder walked forward, the hand holding the gun gradually moved back, and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Ah! You bastard! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Uh heh heh... you can't die anyway, can you?"

In the distance, Wilder's deep laughter came over.

"Blood! So much blood! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"I'm lying to you! Evil hahaha!" The weak voice instantly became Hong Zhong's!
There was a moment of silence in the aisle. The huge figure in the cage originally jumped up, held on to the railing for a while, and then... scratched his head.

"Eh...!? Are you leaving?"

"Evil... so boring..."

……

Naturally, Wilder wouldn't waste too much time on this kind of guy, he just took the opportunity to relax.

"Hmm... so, do you want to think about it?"

In the deepest part, Wilder sat cross-legged in the aisle facing the cage, smiling lowly and looking at the eyes inside the iron bars.

"Is it First? You know how to seize opportunities... Now, get out of my sight."

"That means you don't have any thought at all, right?" Wilder stood up, the gun in his hand passed through the cage, and pressed against the opponent's forehead, his eyes were as plain as water: "Shileu of the Rain."

"Ha... just rely on you?" The person in the cage finally couldn't help raising his head, with a wide mouth and sharp inverted triangular eyes, Shilieu of the Rain stared at Wilder with a grin and a sneer. The gun on the forehead didn't care at all.

"Hmm... It's really nerve-wracking." Wilder smiled and retracted the gun. "In this case, goodbye, Shileu of the Rain."

"puff!"

"Hmm...you bastard..." Shiryu of the Rain looked up at Wilder who retracted his gun with an ugly face.

The muzzle of the gun was smoking. Obviously, closing the gun did not mean not to shoot.

Covering the blasted wound on his shoulder, Shiryu of the Rain stared at Wilder's leaving back, his mouth drooping slightly, lost in thought.

The purpose of Wilder's arrival is very simple, that is to invite Shileu of the Rain to be his subordinate. Of course, this is a dispensable thing. Wilder actually knows that the possibility that the other party will agree is almost zero. So... if it doesn't work, let's take revenge for the injury to both hands that day, at least... you have to charge interest, otherwise it will be difficult to collect it later.

After returning from lv6, Wilder did not return to the office, but went to lv5.

"Wow!" Wilder threw his shirt on the ground casually. His upper body was bare, and his body was covered with animal blood at some point. Wilder sat cross-legged on the ice and snow, closed his eyes, and quietly Realize, feel, and… what awaits.

The feeling in his heart has become stronger and stronger in the past six months, and Wilder knows that this is an innate thing brought about by his powerful soul talent.

"Or...something that differentiates it from most people."

As early as three years ago, Wilder had already guessed, and it was only in the past six months that this guess became affirmative. Now, that feeling is becoming more and more clear, and Wilder knows that it is time for him to calm down and complete it. This thing is up.

What's more... at the moment, continuing to cultivate the body will not be of much use, and actual combat can bring people one step closer, so the remaining half a year is just enough for training.

……

The cold wind is bleak...

Claire delivered the red wine from Wilder's collection on time every day, and after drinking it, she had to send the bottle back for refills next time.

Surroundings... the corpse of the army wolf fell on the ground, and the blood on Wilder's body had already dried up and shattered, blowing away with the cold wind to nowhere.

Every day, blowing blood to attract wolves, setting fire to eat meat, drinking wine to warm snow, other than that, he has always maintained a posture of tranquility, letting the cold snow fall on his body.

Soon... a month will pass.

In the ice and snow, Wilder opened his eyes: "The next step is to strengthen the proficient use."

After one month, that feeling finally turned into a real existence, and a brand new thing appeared in the body, called——

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