It's a ...... Nice quiet island.

This is the most intuitive feeling after Dalton landed on the island.

Even in the country of Magnetic Drums, where snow flies all year round, the forest should not be so quiet at night. Not to mention predators that are supposed to appear at night, you can't even hear much of insects and birds.

What Dalton didn't know was that it was an order from the boss of Turtle Island in every sense, Jones.

Subduing the Island Turtle not only allowed Jones to complete Loya's mission and find a pirate ship that did not get seasick. It also made Jones, a beast language fruit ability, become the real king of Turtle Island.

He told all creatures to shut up and be quiet, so that few guys would dare to disobey his orders.

As for the living people on the island, Jones had already moved to the hinterland of Turtle Island. With "people" guarded, no one can escape Jones's eyes.

Crossing the reef beach off the coast, Dalton soon found traces that only human activity would have left behind. It was a winding path paved with stone slabs, and from the direction of the island, it was a simple little port.

"The legendary Cannibal Island, was it inhabited before?"

Looking up at the silent buildings in the distance, Dalton took out the strangely shaped door panel sword on his back, held it tightly, and felt it along the path to the front.

Soon, a small, dilapidated fishing village appeared in front of his eyes.

The houses here are strange, each one demolished in half. Looking from the wall less than a meter high, you can also see the tables and beds in the room.

The reason why it was judged to be demolished, not destroyed. That's because around the house, the bricks and stones that had been removed were still neatly stacked there. Several burdens were placed haphazardly next to the masonry, and in the moonlight, the ropes were bent like poisonous snakes hidden in the dark.

"Is this a collective move? Looks like it's been a while. Dalton walked to the door of a roofless house and glanced at the dusty floor. When he came inside, he reached out and picked up the bread that was placed on the table.

A pinch.

"This ...... It's not been too long! Looking at the bread that was still soft in his hand, Dalton fell into deep fear.

Judging by the dust that has accumulated on the ground, the people here must have left a few months ago.

But!

Why is the bread still soft?!

You must know that this kind of standing food in the homes of civilians, if placed in a ventilated place, only takes a day, and it will become as hard as a stone!

The kind that can't be swallowed at all without soaking it in water!

"Here, there are still people!"

Dalton wasn't a character who was afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and although he didn't know why there were no footprints around, his instincts told him that someone had deliberately placed this piece of bread here.

With his broadsword in hand, Dalton looked warily at the walls of the house, then took a small step back.

It has to be said that Ratchet lives up to his self-styled name as a genius.

As one of the former giants of the dark world and a well-known master of traps, Jones said that he had never seen any winds and waves, but he couldn't help but be convinced by Ratchett's design.

For example, the trap that Dalton stepped on now could not even detect any danger until it was activated.

It's not that it's really dangerous, it's a fake trap. Rather, it's because no matter which angle you stand in, this trap won't be triggered, it's absolutely safe.

But!

If you want to leave......

In particular, when turning and reversing, the sensor installed under the floor is immediately activated.

Like now.

Boom!

Bang dang!

Almost as soon as Dalton stepped back, sharp spears suddenly rose from under the floor of the room, and surrounded him in the middle of the room.

The purpose of these spears is not to kill the enemy, but to drive the enemy back to the center of the trap.

Generally speaking, there are not many people who continue to retreat when a spear appears behind them.

Dalton was not among them, and the moment the spear appeared, he lunged forward, avoiding the possibility of being pierced by the spear.

Then, before he could look around, Dalton fell straight down from his feet.

Ratchett's design is perfect, not only are the edges of the traps smoothed and curved, but the spears also have a three-part folding structure, and if you want to lie on the edge or grab the spear at the moment the trap is launched, the outcome is self-evident.

"Ahh

Dalton accidentally rubbed hard against the wall of the passage during the fall, and was cut off a large piece of flesh by those sharp barbs, and immediately screamed.

His screams didn't last long, though, and soon, with a pop, he fell into the bottom of the water.

......

"What?! Got it done so quickly?! Jones held up the owl in his hand, shocked by the news he had brought back.

From the time that guy landed on the island to the time he fell into the trap and was caught, it was only five minutes?!! That also includes the time he's spent struggling on the fringe trails.

I thought that the king of this country would send some kind of master to dare to let him come here alone, but I didn't expect it to be such a rookie! Jones was frustrated.

Gangying was sent out by him, and now he is still guarding the only passage deep into the island! Outcome...... It's kind of embarrassing, isn't it.

However, remembering the unfathomable old woman he saw in the evening, Jones's eyes suddenly became strange.

"This island seems to be more interesting than I thought."

However, since everyone has been caught, let's go and interrogate.

Thinking of this, Jones's skin rippled like the surface of the water, and circles of lines the size of fingernails quickly surfaced, and then solidified and blackened.

Enveloping himself in the scales of the Black King Serpent, Jones stared at his cold-blooded pupils, spitting out snake letters.

"That way, no one will recognize me, right?"

Looking down at the sharp feline-like nails on his hands, Jones smiled confidently, "Well, I almost don't recognize what I am." ”

In the past six months, Jones has not honestly hid on Turtle Island, except for managing the residents of the original Machinery Island and the pirates and navy he captured, he has been working hard to improve his strength all the time.

This kind of transformation of the fusion of various animal forms is the result of his six months.

Except for Zefa, no one has ever seen Jones's true face, and the White Angel called his subordinates, and Jones met in the form of a black king snake, and at night......

All the animals on this island belong to him.

Led by a one-meter-eight tall gorilla, Jones soon arrives at the prison beneath the mechanical castle and meets Dalton who is submerged in the sea.

This is the prison that was transformed from the garbage concentration that once pit Luffy and them, except that the head can still pour sea water down, and the walls of the cell can be flipped, the structure inside has been strengthened and transformed.

Because of the soaking seawater, Jones, who was weak, raised his head and looked in the direction from which the footsteps came, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Is it really an uninhabited island?"