The scene is too cruel, please make up for it yourself.

The screams are enduring, echoing in the quiet of the infinite hell.

When he walked out of the gate of Infinite Hell, Hannibal resisted the urge to vomit and asked with a shudder, "Director, what are you going to do next?" ”

"There's nothing for you to do next, go write an application, and raise materials as soon as possible to fix the Extreme Cold Hell...... I seem to have found some tricks, I need time to sort it out, don't bother me if it's okay, understand? ”

If possible, I don't want to bother you!

Hannibal nodded in horror, not daring to look at Ron head-on.

It was the first time he knew that there were so many ways to torture people.

Advancing the city?

The Six Hells?

It's all bullshit!!

Give Ron a knife, he can play with the prisoner!

Literally that kind of flower!

Ron looked at Hannibal's fear and didn't speak.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

At least it ensured that Hannibal would not dare to disobey him in front of him.

Regardless of whether he is a loyal minister and a traitor, the heart of defense is indispensable.

Back in the office of the Director of Scorching Hell in LV.4, Hannibal apologized and ran out as if there was some Flood beast behind him.

Ron used lightning to vaporize the blood and bodily fluids on his hands, reminisced about the previous feeling, took out a piece of paper, and wrote slowly.

"The mental and physical pain can be easily overcome, and there are many people who want to use it to manage the prisoners, so the experiment is suspended."

"The main plan, using electrical currents to destroy brain cells and make prisoners lose their minds, is feasible, but getting them to obey management needs to be further studied and not considered for the time being."

"The problem with the former point is that everyone has a different constitution and a different ability to withstand current, so if you want to succeed in turning them into fools and ensuring that they don't die, you need to continue experimenting."

"In the case of Dees Drake (fauna-ancient animal species-tyrannosaurus form), destroying some cells in the cerebral cortex can indeed make him slow to respond to external stimuli or even disappear, but the resilience of the fauna system allowed him to regain consciousness in half an hour, and he needs to continue the experiment if he wants to keep it forever. Note: [The possibility that the animal line will not succeed cannot be ruled out.] 】”

"In addition......"

Ron wrote tens of thousands of words in a fluttering manner, and was relieved to be sure that he had written everything that came to mind.

Experiments or something are not easy for a reckless man whose 90% knowledge in his head is about survival, exercise, and fighting in the wild, but in order to achieve his own goals, this hardship must be endured.

"Tomorrow you can give it a try with the guy who is not capable, so much food has been wasted, and it is not okay not to make some contributions."

Ron didn't have much affection for the prisoners pushing into the city.

A bunch of losers.

And being alive is still a hidden danger.

However, he can understand the government's idea of only closing and not killing, after all, Devil Fruits.

If killing the powerful could prevent the Devil Fruit from escaping and fleeing, as is the case in many miles, the government would have killed them a long time ago.

But alas, that can't be.

At the same time, humans are social animals.

Social animals have an empathetic horror at the persecution of their own kind, which is more effective than simple killing to deter other criminals with ulterior motives in the sea.

Killing is not an end, it is just a necessity.

Maintaining rule is a major premise that cannot be avoided.

The government, fearing both the death of those with dangerous abilities and the rebellion of its prisoners, has resorted to fear and cruelty to maintain the status quo.

Does Advance City really need to be as brutal as it is now?

Of course not, it's just that there is no way, under the premise of maintaining the rule, there must be a place that can be feared by the criminals, and the six hells of the city will come into being.

If he can complete his experiment, it will be a great thing for Ron personally and for the world government!

"If Titch can survive until the original time to pull people into the gang in infinitely hell, seeing a group of fools sitting on the ground and urinating mud, the expression must be wonderful!"

Thinking of possible images in the future, Ron shook his swollen head, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

……

The night in the city was very restless, and everywhere the wailing and weeping of the prisoners could be heard, and the weeping and sadness of the hearers could be heard, and any one of the Virgins would come in and give a three-thousand-word treatise on human rights.

But it's a pity that none of the errands who can be on an errand in the city are soft-hearted.

For hundreds of years, there must have been saints who came to Advance City to make some efforts, but under the unshakable premise of "maintaining rule", their fate can be imagined.

The next morning, Ron heard from the guards that the chief jailer, Satie, had done something big last night, and that a group of prisoners who knew Ron had seen him come to Advance City during the day and were ready to take revenge.

The tragedy of the result is that they are small characters who are locked up in the Red Lotus Hell and the Beast Hell, and if they want to deal with Ron, they have to take the initiative to go down to the fourth level of the Scorching Hell.

This sad state of affairs has caused many people to retreat, and in the end, only a few people have rushed down to the dead.

However, as soon as they rushed to the starving hell, they met little Satie, who was still torturing prisoners in the middle of the night, coming out of the interrogation room.

It's so much scarier than meeting the Jailer Beast!

Thereupon...... Today, the Red Lotus Hell and the Beast Hell had a few more corpses that were hung up and dried, so as to deter the rest of the prisoners.

Ron not only didn't care about these people's desire to kill him, but took it for granted.

The strong make the rules, and the weak adapt to the rules.

If you can't adapt, then resistance is the only way to go.

Murderers are always killed, and Ron never takes a chance on this.

After finding out about the conspiracy they had with last night and baking it to ashes in front of everyone, Ron returned to Infinite Hell to begin the next day's experiments.

"Gould Gunk, a well-known cannibal leader, was captured and imprisoned by the Navy for keeping humans in captivity for consumption, and possessed a demonic and strong physique...... Very good material. ”

Looking at the thin black telephone pole tied to the bench with metal bars, Ron sneered, put down the information, and picked up a craniotomy drill bit.

“%*%%… （*&&+—&#@#@！ ”

Seeing the demon in front of him pick up a murder weapon that he hadn't seen yesterday, the leader of the cannibal tribe, who was said to have grown up eating human flesh since he was a child, finally let out an excited insult.

But it's a pity that he speaks the native language of the cannibal tribe, and after the tribe was cleared by the navy, no one could understand what he was saying.

At this point, as if finding that it was useless, Gunk struggled and roared, "No! You don't have the right to do that, I'm a prisoner of Advance City! You can't kill me! ”

The tone was rather weird, but I could understand it.

"When will the prisoners of the city also have human rights?"

Ron had a funny shot of anesthetic into his neck, a concentrated potion that could turn a sea king's head numb, something that the advancing city garrison used to deal with an unintentional sea king.

Then he pressed the drill against his skull, grinning at Gould Gunker's horrified eyes.

"Welcome to Hell, scum!"

……

Naval Headquarters, Marine Fodo.

"That's why I've been saying before that it's better to let the Peach Rabbit Tea Dolphin go than to let Ron pass!"

Sengoku looked at the information in his hand with a constipated face, and complained with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Peach Rabbit can't do it, let the tea dolphin go over to change shifts!"

The crane decisively protected the short, making the tea dolphin biting the cigarette not far away roll his eyes vigorously.

"Actually, I don't think it's a bad thing for Ron to do this, if he can succeed, he won't have to worry about prisoner riots in the future."

There weren't many people in attendance today, and the purpose of their meeting was just a routine report, and Ron's actions in Advance City were treated as a trivial matter that was discussed after the meeting.

Yellow Ape was very optimistic about Ron's plan, but he still smacked his lips: "It's just that the means are a bit cruel!" ”

"You know what? Hannibal, the deputy director of the city, had vaguely asked for his resignation in his last report on the application for the second phase of funding, because he felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown! ”

I don't know what I remembered, the yellow ape pursed his lips obscenely and said funny.

"It's a genius idea to let Ron manage Advance City!"

"You also voted yes, Yellow Ape!"

Warring States heard the teasing in the yellow ape's tone, and rolled his eyes angrily when he heard the words.

"Forget it, just don't kill the powerhouse...... A few days ago, the South China Sea Anti-Corruption Office, where the ghost spider is located, was attacked by the revolutionary army, and almost the whole army of the ghost spider was dispatched to take revenge! Akainu, you go and inform him, and don't forget the main mission we sent him to the South China Sea! ”

"It is our job to uphold justice!"

Akainu frowned dissatisfiedly, but finally nodded under the forced gaze of Sengoku.

"I see."

The sea was not calm anywhere, and the World Conference decided on a plan to suppress the revolutionary army, and as expected, the same plan against the pirates as before, attracted even greater resistance.

"What an eventful season!"

Sengoku sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyebrows.

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