"Again."

Wild and Wild began to crine swamps in the body again.

Soon, a large number of swamps sprung up in the body, and since the capacity of the body is so large, there are only so many swamps that can be accommodated without changing the shape of the body, and if the secretion continues, it will be unstable and cause the swamp to flow out of the body, which is not what Wild wants.

Immediately controlled the swamp in the body began to separate, until nearly thirty bullet embryos were formed, and everything went smoothly at this point, but when Wilder was about to compress these bullet swamps, there was a grunt, and the swamp flowed out of the body again.

"Gollum!" The green tendons were beating at the corners of his forehead, Wild's face was dark, he didn't expect that it would be so difficult just to do this step, how did those guys in the original book do what they wanted? Especially the tyrant Bartholomy Bear, no matter how big the brain hole is, it has to be developed, right?

It's like the big bear standing one day and suddenly saying, "I have a brain hole now." Then the next second came a sentence: "I will." ”

Those abilities that are so weird that they can't be connected to the meat ball at all, I really don't know how he developed them.

"Come again!"

After repeated attempts and failures, Wild and Wild looked ugly at first, but gradually calmed down.

That's how I came to be when I learned to control the swamp, and now... It will be the same result!

Time passed quietly, and after many failures, Wild finally found a pattern.

The detached swamp managed to compress into smaller particles within the body, albeit somewhat unstable.

"Next is jetting, speed and hardness."

Time passes quietly in practice...

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye...

"Da... Da... Click..."

In the dark aisle, the firelight reflected a faint flush, and the tall figure walked down the aisle, flanked by high and low cages.

Wild's eyes swept over the cages on either side of the aisle, and there was an inexplicable glint in his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, he continued to walk forward.

Until they stop in front of a dark cage.

There was no longer a videophone bug nearby, and Wilder glanced around, his body softened, and he flowed towards the cage.

"Gollum...!" In the deep black cage, the swamp gradually twisted into a human form, and Wilde grinned silently as he watched the sleeping man in front of him with his eyes closed.

"Who are you?" A dull and hoarse voice sounded, and the man opened his eyes, as if he had already noticed someone entering.

"Uh-huh, hehe..."

Wilde grinned and looked down at the man sitting against the wall on the ground: "Former Rear Admiral Tolpod, how about we make a deal?" ”

"Deal?" Tolbold finally looked up at Wild.

"Deal." Wilde nodded, smiling exaggeratedly.

There was a pause, "So... Introduce yourself, Advance City's Deputy Jailer Fairst. As he spoke, Wilde held out his hand.

"The Laster who defeated the giant boar?" Tolpod gave Wilde a faint look, and said nothing.

"Uh-huh, hehe... Yes. Wild's smile remained unchanged and he withdrew his hand.

"I'm not interested in making a deal with a jailer."

"Uh-huh, hehe... Don't you want to hear me finish first? Maybe you're really interested, for example, if trading gives you the benefit of leaving Advance City? ”

Wilde smiled and looked at Tolpod, and the two looked at each other, as if time had frozen.

Long...

Tolbod's expression changed slightly, his mouth slightly hooked, the arc became larger and larger, a touch of fangs was exposed, and a cold, crazy smile bloomed in his eyes.

"I said you'd be interested." Wild's smile intensified, and a voice of suppressed excitement rang out.

"Yes, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Uh-huh, hehe... That's right, we're friends. ”

Then, a low, hoarse conversation rang out in the dark cage.

……

After coming out of the cage, Wild restrained the smile on his face, his eyes flickering.

The things you want have already arrived, and if nothing else, it won't be long before another good show will be staged in the city, a month or two at the earliest, half a year at the latest, and Wild can feel that someone's patience is about to reach its limit.

Although I don't know when it will erupt, it must not be now, after all, the impact of the prison break turmoil still exists.

"Don't let me down, Magellan." There was a moment of silence, and a maniacal smile spread across Wild's face.

In the days that followed, Wild and Wild devoted all his energy to the development of the swamp machine gun in addition to his work, and the progress was also increasing rapidly, and the initial mastery was not far away.

Some plans for the next direction are also gradually being perfected in mind.

The passage to lv5 has not been assimilated for a day, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

"One thousand three hundred and six... One thousand three hundred and eight..."

The sound of dull breathing rang out in the training room, and Wild was doing push-ups with his hands on the ground.

The muscles were beating vigorously and sweating, and Wild was expressionless, just doing the exercise mechanically.

After 3,000 push-ups, there is a frog jump, and every step on the ground leaves a faint water stain, which is sweat.

In the corner of the training room was a mountain of food piled up, but Wild didn't touch it, and after another three thousand frog jumps, he moved on to the next exercise.

Sit-ups, pull-ups, long jumps, high jumps, all the exercises that work the muscles Wild and Wild have not let go.

It wasn't until at last that the whole person was almost out of strength and he was walking in a flutter that Wild ran to the food piled up in the corner.

It's not enough to say it's gobbling it up.

The mountain-like food shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it wasn't until the last bite was swallowed that Wild sat down and rested.

Scientific exercise methods do not exist in this world, and it is normal to eat and drink after extreme exercise, if there is really a strict exercise method, it may be the Navy Six Style.

He pulled something out of his body wrapped in a folder and opened it, and Wilde looked at the contents, which was his own handwriting.

It records the training methods of two of the six naval styles, which are the gun and the moon step.

It was a deal that had been made from Tolpod by dictation, which was then written down by Wild Wild.

"Moonwalk... Finger guns..."

Thoughts were rolling in his mind, and Wilde looked at the training methods above for a while, then put away the papers, got dressed and walked out of the training room with a blank face.

The next day, Wild Wild stepped into the training room again and training began again.

But soon, Wild's pupils contracted to the extreme, and his body lay limply on the ground, breathing rapidly.