Marine’s Thunder God of One Piece

The two people present did not know why Ron said "again", but this did not affect them reading something called ambition from Ron's expression.

"This is a group of magical little guys that can replicate themselves in water. If people drink it, they will be parasitic after a varying period of time depending on the dose and concentration, turning into a black monster that loses itself."

"Only enough killing and blood pouring can restore them to consciousness, but at this point they will be completely reduced to walking dead, and it is difficult to escape."

Under Tezolo's gaze, Ron summoned a gold-rimmed transparent crystal bottle from the hanger three meters behind him. His control of gold is not as unreasonable as Tezolo's, but simple movement is still easy.

"You could call it..."

The corner of Ron's mouth curled up: "Heavenly King!"

Swish!

The two pairs of eyeballs stared at the gorgeous golden water bottle in Ron's hand in horror, as if they saw some scourge.

The corner of Tezolo's mouth twitched and he stepped back half a step, coming to the edge of the bath.

"Heavenly King? Isn't it under the firm control of the government?"

For the wealthy Tezolo, the only secrets are those that are unknown to government officials.

The presence of Uranus happens to be out of it.

But after the words fell, Tezolo figured it out by himself.

Frame it!

It doesn't matter whether what Ron took out is the real king of heaven, as long as someone thinks it is, it is.

"Lieutenant General Canglong is good at it!"

"I am over-flattered."

Ron put the bottle in the water and let it sink bit by bit. This time, even Dongte was terrified. He left the bath amidst the sound of running water, and coughed lightly: "It's almost finished, I'm going to take a shower first."

In this regard, Ron rolled his eyes and continued.

"You can find someone to test the relationship between the specific concentration and the mutation time, but you have to act fast. The public execution in a month's time is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us."

"Also remember, the strong who have mastered the return of life can easily find extra foreign parasites in the body,

Unless they lose consciousness, parasitism is basically impossible to complete, no matter how high the concentration is. "

It was the same as when Ron took a sip of water and drank it in the underground river Styx.

A mere parasite is useless in the face of a life-returning expert who can perfectly control even the hair.

In other words, it is best to send these little guys only into the mouths of fat Tianlong people.

"Marie Gioia's daily drinking water almost comes from the huge underground reservoir below the city. With all due respect, Lieutenant General Canglong, since I want to do it...why not make a big one?"

There was a fierce light in Tezolo's eyes, and he asked eagerly.

Ron glanced at him in surprise, he was really rich!

Even the investigation of these things is very clear, Tezuolo's hatred for the Tianlong people can be seen.

Even in his heart, he had already planned to poison him.

But it's a good idea, unfortunately...

"No, the number is not enough, and their self-replication speed is not fast."

"If it is put into a reservoir that supplies a city, after the concentration is diluted, one mouthful per person, it will not be effective for three to five years."

"That would be such a pity!"

Tezolo said regretfully.

"I also thought about poisoning in the past, but the concentration was also insufficient due to insufficient quantity. It was of no use except to make people have diarrhea."

Did you really do it? !

!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Ron was ashamed.

When did it start that Tezolo's hatred was transferred from the group of Tianlong people to the city of Holy Land?

Could it be that you have held back for too long?

Instead of breaking out in silence, just perverting in silence?

"Public execution is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The eyes of the world are all focused on the execution platform. There must be many Tianlong people who join in the fun."

After regretting, Tezolo quickly sorted out his thoughts and began to prepare the poisoning plan. He has a lot of dead soldiers in his hands, but if he wants to get himself out of them, he needs a detailed and perfect excuse.

"Those you look at the arrangement, if you miss this time, maybe there will be no next time..."

maybe!

Ron smiled slightly, and then asked pointedly: "By the way, that Mr. Tanaka next to you..."

"Can Lieutenant General Canglong give me the whereabouts of Saint Orpheus Charros?"

Tezolo did not answer directly, but asked a question.

Ron nodded.

It is not easy to investigate his whereabouts for a fool who is afraid that others will not know where he is.

Walking out of the building, looking at the golden city full of lights, feasting and green cars, Ron suddenly said with emotion.

"That's the difference between Tezolo and me!"

Dongte: "???"

As a hero who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, Tezolo has undoubtedly gone to an extreme. Revenge limited his ideological realm, so that he never believed in such a thing as "loyalty".

...

As the day of public execution draws closer, the atmosphere in the sea has become unprecedentedly dignified.

At the entrance of the "Holy Land" Mariejoya Bubble Elevator, led by a serious Sengoku, a group of naval generals walked out of the bubble and stood on this piece of land that symbolizes the center of the world.

"Marshal of the Warring States Period!"

"Mr Vic?"

Zhan Guo pushed the toad glasses in surprise, and went up to meet him again and again: "So you are here to receive us?"

"How can this be!"

As a veteran of the navy, Sengoku is obviously very aware of Vic's true identity.

The latter is still in the energetic black tuxedo, but at this time he is holding a cane in his hand. The biggest difference from what Ron saw last time is that Vic reveals a powerful aura faintly, which is different from what he saw before. The bad old man with half of his foot in the ground looked exactly like two people.

Wanting to publicly execute Jason in the Holy Land, those forces from various countries and even pirates gathered at the invitation made Vic dare not be careless.

"Everyone in the navy has worked hard, there is nothing wrong with it."

Vic smiled faintly like a good man, signaling to Zhan Guo not to worry about it, then glanced at the crowd, and asked: "Also, the lord wants to see the legendary posthumous son of Roger, so let me come and take him there. "

The current situation in the Holy Land is inexplicable. If other people say this, Warring States will definitely hesitate or even refuse to make sure nothing goes wrong.

But it was Vic who came, representing the Lord!

Zhan Guo nodded decisively: "No problem, the middle troops are in charge of escorting, and they must be here soon."

The scheming Warring States was worried that there would be lunatics who would come to snatch people as soon as they arrived, so they divided the large army into three groups.

Now the former army found no abnormalities, and immediately ordered the Chinese army to come up.

Slap!

Not long after, a group of strong soldiers full of evil spirits escorted a stone prison to the elevator port. The leader was the general Akainu, followed by Canglong and Huangyuan.

With this lineup of guards, even if the Three Sovereigns make a move, it is absolutely impossible to lead people away in a short time.

"Let me out, you made a mistake, let me out..."

In the stone prison, Anthony Jason, or Gore D. Jason was hanged feebly in the middle by several chains of Hailou stone that were as thick as a baby's arm, and whispered in his mouth.

I have to say that it is not surprising that he will end up today.

After all, except for the beard and wrinkles... The Jason in front of him has the same black hair and black pupils as Roger, and his face is at least five or six points similar.

The first time he saw him in Advance City, Ron even suspected that Ace was the adopted child.

Combined with the special location of Batherilla Island, and the testimony of the bear later... If you don't die, who will die?