After the jailer left...

I don't know how long I lay on the cold floor, until the cold invaded his brain, and Wild opened his eyes.

Pain!

As if his whole body had been torn apart, Wild felt that his body was no longer his own, and he felt heavy even when he raised his hand.

His face was already swollen to the point of not being human, and the dried blood was like a piece of black-red tissue paper sticking to his face, and Wild sat up with his hands on his face, his shoulders shaking slightly.

The excitement in his heart was almost irrepressible, he wanted to laugh out loud, but Wild held back, he didn't want people to see the smile on his lips, so he supported it with his hands, and although there was no one around, although almost no one in such a dark environment could see such a subtle thing, he did it so habitually.

Wilde slowly moved towards the wall behind him, even if someone was monitoring him at this time, he would not have doubts, leaning against the wall could better support his body and prevent himself from falling, which was a normal behavior of the injured.

But at the same time, leaning against the wall also means being able to hide himself better, and the more he is inside, the darker it is, and some of his small movements will not be noticed.

Yes, from the beginning Wild knew that his plan to open the lock with a key would not succeed, and even if it did, the jailer would still rush over, which he did not want to see, and his plan was always to solve the problem of handcuffs without anyone noticing.

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

It turned out that he was right, although it was partly due to someone adding fuel to the side, but it was more in line with his plan, he needed to get hurt, and then as he is now, no one will suspect even if he hides in the corner of the cage and does some small movements.

Although he felt that the chance of being monitored was very small, there was a chance that it was in it, such as... The old guy on the other side.

Staring at the cell opposite, Wilder could only see the location of the aisle, and when he reached the other party's cage, it began to darken.

"If they don't have night vision devices, they should only be able to see the aisle as I do, and want to see what's going on in the cage, especially in the depths...... That's when I'm unlucky. ”

"No matter what, the old guy on the other side will always get in my way, and it must be solved as soon as possible..."In the darkness, Wilder lowered his head, and there was a fierce glint in his eyes.

The right hand behind his back slowly moved to the heel of the right foot to the soles of the feet, where there was a thick layer of skin and flesh, a little touch, a sharp touch came from the hand, Wild's hand grasped the sharpness, and then slowly pulled out.

Traces of blood flowed down from the soles of his feet, and Wild pulled the sharp object out with a blank expression.

It is a metal toothpick with blood on it.

The toothpick in the jailer's mouth, Wilder had not pinned his hopes on the keys in the first place, he had done all this to cover up, the toothpick had been taken into his hand when he kicked the first jailer, and then the jailer hit the railing, and then stuck the toothpick into the flesh of his feet while he was taking the key.

"Click!"

An inaudible voice sounded in the darkness, and Wilder gently lowered his handcuffs, moving his aching wrists.

As soon as Hailou Shi was out of his hand, Wilde immediately felt that the strength of his body was recovering, maybe he should have recovered immediately, but it may be that he had been carrying it for too long, and his body itself was a little unsuitable for the original strength.

Silent because he is suppressing the excitement in his heart, and the story of getting carried away and happy and sad is not uncommon.

He never puts success on the spur of the moment. Only when he is truly free can he be allowed to laugh wildly.

His ambition never carries these useless things, and his heart must be steady, which is what his mother told him when he was young.

Later, his mother died, and his heart became more stable than ever.

After moving his wrist and hiding his toothpick, Wild put the handcuffs back on with an expressionless face, now is not the time to feel the power in his body, at least until the injury is healed, and then even if there is any perceived danger, there is the strength to escape.

I just hope that this never happens, at least for the next four years.

One last glance into the dimly lit aisle, Wilde lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

For the next few days, Wild was in a state of recuperation, and did not start his daily training until his injuries recovered to eight or nine.

It's just that in order to hide people's eyes, Wild still tries to show that he has a serious injury these days, and the training is also carried out inside the wall.

At the end of another day's training, Wilder smiled kindly at the wary gaze of the jailer, picked up the lunch box on the floor, and silently retreated to the wall to eat.

He didn't want to increase the surveillance at this time by ridiculing the chief to become a criminal who was seriously late to the rebellious period in their eyes.

After eating, Wilde waited quietly for the time to come, and he was waiting for the patrol jailer to change shifts.

The reason for this is that after his observation for a while, the next jailer in charge of his area is lazy.

From the standpoint of a criminal, the lazy jailer and the responsible jailer are clearly more popular.

At least, with these lazy but obviously cute jailers, some things are not so easy to spot.

……

When the time came, the Hailou stone handcuffs in Wilder's hand were silently opened, and today he had a plan to act that he had been planning for several days, and before that, he had to familiarize himself with his abilities.

Although this has been known from memory for a long time, it is not reliable to experience it firsthand.

In the past few days, Wild has opened the handcuffs once a day to let his body adapt to his own strength, and after this moment of running-in, he has completely adapted to this time, and the Devil Fruit ability is the first time he has used it.

As if innate, Wilde felt the demonic power in his body everywhere, and it was a matter of his thoughts whether to release or not to release, just as he should choose to raise or lower his hand.

During this time, there will be a feeling of being in motion, and the amount of physical energy consumed depends on how fast, gentle, or intense you are moving.

In fact, even if you don't have the ability of the Devil Fruit, how can fighting with others not consume physical strength, compared to the terrible physical consumption brought by the Hand Speed Fruit that Wilder knows, Wilder feels that when he casts this natural swamp fruit, it is actually like fighting with people, it will also consume physical strength, but just like people who are fighting will also consume physical strength, there is not much difference between the two, if there is, if the physical strength consumed by a person who is not a Devil Fruit ability when fighting is 10, then his is probably 10+3 or +2。

Wilder didn't think much about it, and the surface of his body began to secrete a brown mud swamp, and gradually, the whole person completely turned into a mud swamp.

Wilder could feel that he could reshape his body into a whole in this mire, or into a semi-whole or some other more detailed single part in the mire, or he could produce more other quagmire that did not belong to his body, both of which were one, like an extension of the body, but the attacks on those parts did not work on him.

He is able to release these mires without recovering them, and he will not be affected in any way.

"What a terrible ability." A pair of eyes peeked out of the mire, and Wild's gaze looked at the prison opposite.

"So... It's time. ”