One Piece: I have a Devil Fruit Tree

"Is everything done?" Wang Xiaojian asked without looking back.

"Well, most people are unconscious now, and the medicine is very effective." Zero said, "He is indeed the warrior appointed by the second prince. Not only is he conscious, but he can also activate his devil fruit abilities."

"How was my performance?" The second boy came over.

"Well, that's right. If you were born in my time and space, you would definitely be an actor." Wang Xiaojian stood up, took out the bronze ring and handed it over.

"Thank you, thank you, boss, please remember to contact me if this happens again in the future. I should run away, this matter is quite big, I need to hide for a while." The second boy said and left. When he went out, the night buried his back.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xiaojian saw Ling staring at the boy's back.

"Nothing, a bit like the second version of you." Zero turned his head and took off a bunch of keys from General Brown Bear's waist.

Wang Xiaojian was taken aback, bared his teeth and smiled silently, "Let's go, the second prince will be here soon. Soon he will know this matter from beginning to end, and he will definitely be furious when he finds out, right? Think about his They all look happy.”

"Remember not to talk or do anything unnecessary when you arrive in the slums." Zero instructed.

"Do you think I can live in peace?"

"Do you know that story? A wolf entered a flock of sheep and wanted to be friends with the sheep. Can you guess what happened to the wolf in the end?" Zero asked.

"The wolf's abdomen was penetrated by sheep's horns and was nailed to a tree. Like a sinner being nailed to a cross, time was used to wash away his sins." Wang Xiaojian said.

At this point, the real world.

Luoyi City, a certain commercial street.

Two o'clock in the morning.Late night enveloped the entire sleeping city, with a few doors and windows glowing with faint light.The street tonight is quite different. At one end of the street, there is a greasy middle-aged man with unshaven beard lying in a pile of discarded cardboard boxes.At the other end, a girl in her twenties was sitting on a stool at the bus stop. She seemed to be sobbing. Her slender legs were wrapped in white stockings. Most people would be moved by this sight.In addition, there are several people of different costumes and ages walking or standing in various corners of the street.

In a high-rise building under construction 1000 meters away, next to a window that no one noticed, a dark figure opened the box he carried with him, took out the receiver, gun stock, barrel and other components inside, and began to install them.The aluminum alloy receiver and stainless steel barrel emit a crisp and tiny echo during installation, like a mouse coming out to forage for food at night.

The strange thing is that the positions of these people are woven into a net, and the center of the net is a plastic surgery hospital.This is a tertiary hospital, one of the best in the country.

The door of the plastic surgery hospital was pushed open, and a man in prison uniform stepped in, humming a self-composed song and immersed in his own world, swaying to himself, giving people the impression that he was standing on a stage that attracted much attention. Feel.From the climax to the end, he finally bowed to the people in the hall, stood up and bared his teeth, looked at the shivering people in the corner, and then looked at the mature and enchanting woman next to him. The woman was holding a plate with a few tissues and a bag on it. A dagger.

"Is everything done?" the man continued to ask with a smile.

Mandala walked to the man's side in small steps and lowered his head slightly, "The dragonfly and floating corpses are being processed."

"Rebellious people will be punished." The man's smile turned indifferent.

"Your new identity, passport and other documents to go to the beautiful country have been processed. According to your instructions, I arranged the whole process by myself." Mandala took out the documents. "Everyone involved in handling these documents has now been transferred from here." Gone from the world.”

The man took the ID card, looked at the photo on it, and shrugged, "Please take good care of me in the future."

Mandala raised the plate to his chest again and leaned forward slightly.The man picked up the knife on the plate and looked at the people huddled in the corner.There were more than twenty people in the room. Except for the two Mandalas, everyone else was tied up. There were the chief physician and other most skilled people, as well as their family members. They all listened in horror to the two people who were chatting and laughing in front of them. , the content was as explosive as a nuclear bomb exploding in their center, and they knew they had heard something they shouldn’t have heard.The tall-faced chief physician thought: Shouldn't this kind of thing happen in a dark, windy and moonlit night, with two people armed and wearing night clothes, looking for a dark place with no one to whisper? Not only the chief physician, but also other people were thinking about it. They were trembling. Although they didn't want to admit it, their reason told them that they might not be able to see the brightest sun tomorrow.

The man strolled towards them, looking like a desperate gangster who came to your house to beg for food. But the man in front of him was holding a knife. He was not a scoundrel, but was hiding a huge conspiracy.

The man is like a hungry wolf picking his prey. He has experienced this feeling of holding the life and death of others in the palm of his hand countless times. He has lost the initial excitement and has become a little numb.He passed by the family members of the plastic surgeon one by one and suddenly stopped. He had found the prey that made him slightly interested. It was a boy, about ten years old. His face was pale and his whole body was shaking with fear. .The man looked at the boy in pajamas and could think of the fearful scene when the boy was gagged and tied up while sleeping. The man laughed and suddenly grabbed the boy's collar and raised it above his head. The boy was so frightened that he lost his mind. He lost consciousness, his hands and feet fluttering back and forth as if he were drowning.Some people wanted to shout, but their mouths were sealed with tape and they could only make whining sounds. Others wanted to lick the man's head and pray for the boy to be released. Those should be the boy's parents.

The man closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, these cries, whimpers, and their fear and resentment.

The man's other hand moved, and the dagger reflected a faint cold light, which looked like the sickle of death in everyone's eyes. As the man's waving arm drew an arc in the air, it pierced directly into the boy's heart, and then killed the boy again. Still looking to one side, everyone looked at the boy who was thrown to the ground and twitching continuously. Blood flowed out one after another with the beating of his heart, and the strong smell of blood filled the whole house.

The man looked impatiently at the few people in the crowd who were frantically trying to get close to the boy, "It was just an appetizer. To commemorate the day I was released from prison, I have to see some blood. Also, a warm reminder, I am easily irritable. , there was more than one kid lying in a pool of blood."

Mandala stood quietly, looking at the man who said the cruel words in an understatement.She warned herself fiercely: "I will not be abandoned or become prey. I still have value. I will always be valuable."

She recalled her first encounter with a man, which was eight years ago. Her clothes were messy, like cheap items thrown in the alley. The sun had exposed her delicate skin, and the tears on her cheeks had not yet evaporated.

"Hey, woman, you're blocking my way." An arrogant voice sounded.

She raised her head and saw a tall, arrogant man through her moist eyes.The sun was dazzling, and she couldn't see the face of the man in front of her clearly. She only saw a slightly long knife hidden in his clothes, and several fierce-looking people following behind him.

She understood that there were always bloody things happening every day in this peaceful city.

"Are you going to kill someone?" she asked.

He looked at her in surprise and began to look at the slender woman in front of him.

"I want to kill someone, and I need your help." She looked directly at him coldly, "What is the exchange condition?"

He grinned: "It depends on what you have."

"This girl is of the highest quality", "Yes, yes, boss, if you don't want it, you can give it to us"...

Later she learned that the two people were Dragonfly and Fuyou, and once Dragonfly got drunk, she learned that the three of them were originally from childhood, and they were also the first group of people to follow him.

Several people laughed, laughed unbridled, and uttered filthy words in front of her and in front of others.

He continued to look at her with a smile, and she looked at him with a pale face.

"I had nothing an hour ago. I became a redundant person in this world. If I really have anything, it is this life. You can take it." She paused. "Help me." This life is yours."

The man's voice brought Mandala back to reality, "I recognize you. You are very famous in this area. It will take a long time to make me look like the one above." A new ID card was sent to the chief doctor, who tore it violently. Opened the tape that sealed his mouth.

The chief physician was trembling and did not dare to look directly into the man's eyes: "Three or four hours."

The man took out his watch and it read [-]:[-] in the morning, "Two hours, I only give you two hours."

"This... you want to have a different face. This requires retouching everywhere from the eyes, nose to face. It's a lot of work. Besides, compressing the plastic surgery time a lot will increase the risk a lot."

The man frowned slightly and snapped his fingers in the air.The chief physician's pores suddenly shrank, and he felt as if he had stepped into the gate of hell.Before the chief physician noticed it, a chill from the window a thousand meters away passed over his neck.At the same time, the sniper rifle was installed, and the crisp sound of loading ammunition bounced and echoed in the empty building room. The man in the shadow was immersed in it for a second to listen. He liked this sound.Suddenly his whole body tensed up, like a cheetah about to prey, and the corners of his eyes formed sharp blades.He pulled the trigger, and the bullet was inserted into the wings of death and roared out, slicing the night sky. In an instant, he jumped a kilometer to the outside of the plastic surgery hospital, and the entire floor-to-ceiling window was shattered by the bullet.The chief physician ran away like a frightened little white rabbit, but the next moment he felt something very fast piercing the main artery of the neck. The chief physician was covered in cold sweat. He felt that he was only one centimeter away from death. He asked Looking back, there are profiles and portraits of the most famous doctors in this hospital. The top and most dazzling one with a golden frame is the portrait of the chief physician. At this time, a bullet was fiercely inserted into his head. Confident avatar between eyebrows.The overflowing cold sweat soaked through his clothes. He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart. He was afraid that he would collapse, but he could not collapse. There were also his wife and children involved.