People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Great Route, Marin van Dou.

In a certain medical room.

"Garp, how are you feeling now?"

Sengoku, He and Cyborg Kong all gathered here, looking at Garp with concern.

"Very good, no different from before."

Garp, who was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, clenched his fists and waved a few times in the air. No matter the strength or speed, there was no difference from the previous comparison.

He even became much stronger due to the ability of the God of the Labyrinth, Aihot.

As for when he became Aihot's apostle, Garp himself was not sure about it.

"How is the situation over at the West China Sea?"

"Alas, it has been completely lost. The World Government does not intend to take back the West Sea from Sakaski. As long as the other party does not leave the West Sea, we do not need to take the initiative to attack the other party."

The world government actually compromised?

Karp was stunned.

Seeing Garp's expression, he knew what his old comrade in the Warring States Period was thinking.

"Xihai's compromise is only temporary. Bega Punk's research has made breakthrough progress. According to him, the 'Warrior of God' will soon enter the first phase of experiments."

"As long as this plan goes smoothly, we will soon have the ability to fight against Sakaski. The current task of the navy is to suppress countries in other sea areas that are disloyal to the world government."

"So it is."

"Okay, Garp, your body has just recovered. The Navy doesn't have many things to deal with at the moment, so just take a good rest."

After visiting Garp, the three returned to the marshal's office. There was no communication between the three of them along the way, and the atmosphere was extremely low, far from as relaxed as they appeared in the medical room.

Marshal's Office.

The three of them frowned and took their positions.

"Crane, don't pursue the matter about Bega Punk anymore. There is a lot of pressure from the World Government right now. Even if there is a problem with Bega Punk, we can only wait until the 'Soldier of God' project is over before launching an investigation." program."

"But what if he is another Sakaski?"

"I can only take a gamble. At least the reply from Wulaoxing is that they completely trust Bega Punk."

"What's the reason?"

"There is no reason."

Sengoku's expression was very serious, and he glanced at He with a warning look.

"Huh, I always feel like the world government is hiding something from us."

He rubbed the lost crystal in his hand, feeling an uneasy feeling lingering in his heart.

Bega Punk.

This man is full of mystery.

He was obviously separated from him at the beginning, but when he came back from the West Sea with Garp who had turned into a meat ball, he saw him standing in front of him in Malinfando intact.

What's even more outrageous is that he actually has a crystal in his hand.

And his own crystal should have been shattered into powder when attacked by the tentacle with eyes.

So where did the crystal in his hand come from?

"Crane, please pay attention to your words now. The World Government will not hide anything from the Navy. After all, we are the sword in the hands of the government. In this situation, the World Government will give us greater authority."

"Just like Bega Punk now."

As an old superior, Cyborg Kong was not as reserved as Warring States, so he reprimanded He on the spot.

Crane had nothing to say and could only nodded silently.

Just when the office fell into silence, there was a knock on the door by soldiers outside.

"Come in."

"Reporting to the marshal, Bega Punk asked me to inform you that he will start the first batch of experiments soon."

"Oh, so fast!"

The experiments on the War of Gods touched the hearts of everyone in this office, so the stiff atmosphere broke instantly. All three of them followed the soldiers to Bega Punk's research room with happy faces.

Through the explosion-proof glass, the three of them saw Bega Punk raising the three medicines in his hand towards them in the laboratory.

"What I'm holding now are three types of potions developed by the 'Warrior of God' project.

The red one is type A, which is a by-product of research. It can greatly enhance the strength and vitality of the injector.

It is basically equivalent to a ten times stronger animal devil fruit.

The green ones are Category B, which can greatly enhance the speed and reaction ability of the injector, and have a certain probability of obtaining special abilities. As for the type of abilities and the probability of obtaining them, they are not yet under control. This is a problem that needs to be solved in the next phase of the experiment.

The blue one is type C, which is specially researched for the dream world. People injected with type C medicine have a certain probability of becoming dream world creatures and can retain human consciousness.

The current success probability of this medicine is about 5%. "

After explaining the functions of the potions in his hands, Bega Punk's assistant tied the three unconscious death row inmates to chairs and stamped "A", "B" and "C" on their bodies with a branding iron. " mark.

The potions are injected in order.

Bega Punk and his assistants also immediately evacuated the research room.

The reaction speed of the "A" type drug is the fastest. The death row prisoner who injected it had his eyes bulging and his jaw opened wide as if it was about to fall off, completely breaking through the limitation of the jaw.

His body was also growing crazily under the influence of the medicine, but the muscles under the skin were shrinking continuously, and eventually the whole person became like a mummy.

The whole person looked extremely terrifying.

Behind the blast-proof glass, the three Warring States people looked at this man in horror. He easily broke free from the restraints of the chair and let out continuous painful wails from his mouth.

He was running around the room like crazy, but with just a slight touch, the whole room began to tremble, and his fist and footprints were left everywhere on the extra thick walls. .

However, a display screen in front of Warring States and others showed in real time the force with which the condemned prisoner's fist hit the wall.

Kilogram!

Nearly [-] kilograms! !

Do not!

This is just the maximum value that this screen can display.

If estimated based on the degree of deformation of the room, each punch of this person exerted at least 50 kilograms of force.

As a marshal, even if Sengoku summons the incarnation of Buddha, he can only punch 20 kilograms of force at most when he is fully charged.

In other words, Bega Punk can easily create a unit with a combat power that exceeds Sengoku's by [-] times.

Warring States licked his dry lips blankly, his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't say a word for a long time, but his heart was already filled with earth-shaking horror.