At the same time, a certain room of this base, which is the main monitoring room of this base, is where all the scenes captured by the large number of surveillance phone bugs installed in the base are summarized.

Although the time has come to the middle of the night, there are still several navies on duty in the monitoring room, and they are yawning while watching the monitoring to prevent accidents from happening.

Then, the unexpected happened.

"What's going on? What happened to that fishman? ”

An exclamation broke the silence.

The originally sleepy navy instantly regained consciousness and gathered around the back of the navy that made the sound.

The navy pointed to the monitoring screen and said, "It seemed to be a little uncomfortable before, but I suddenly fell to the ground while exercising just now." ”

"Are you sick?"

There is speculation.

"Could it be pretended?" A certain navy said suspiciously.

"Not really, he glanced at the phone bug, but he didn't seem to mean to ask us for help."

"This guy has been very peaceful for the past few months, he should know what it means to want to make trouble, fishman, it sounds very powerful, but in fact, it is just an inferior race, how dare he go against the government?" A navy tone of light-hearted words.

"That's right, let someone take a look, the doctor won't allow him to have problems."

"I'll call someone right away."

Bright on the screen seemed to be unconscious, no longer moving, and if it weren't for the heaving of his chest, it would have looked like a corpse.

Brett lay quietly on the cold ground, but his body was as hot as flames.

His heart was beating at a rapid pace, sending blood to every corner of his body with great force.

It was obviously the most exciting moment, but his mood was very calm.

Of course, he wasn't sick, and Vegapunk didn't do any terrible experiments on him, which was to draw blood, collect some skin tissue or hair, just study the bloodline, and that was enough.

The appearance at this time, of course, is only a disguise.

I endured it for three months just for this moment.

It's old-fashioned and not clever, but it should come in handy.

It was impossible to get the navy to be so unguarded against him that it was enough to keep them on guard not as much as they had been at the beginning.

Even if you can only reduce the difficulty from 100 to 99, it will be worth it.

Chirping.

Bright heard the sound of a heavy metal door opening.

It came quickly, so it shouldn't be too late to go to the medical department to find a doctor.

Very good, very good news.

The moment I've been waiting for is now.

The extreme nervousness and excitement further boosted the secretion of adrenaline, but at this time, Bright felt calmer than ever.

Footsteps rang out.

One, two, three –

Seven people came in?

Four people stopped at the door, and only three approached.

Bang.

Bright felt his arm kick hard.

It hurts a little.

Then the hair was grabbed roughly, the head was pulled up, and the right eye was propped open.

Brett worked hard to relax his pupils, so that his eyes did not flutter in the slightest.

Since he didn't have a doctor, he wasn't worried.

"What are the fish-people's pupils like? Is this normal? ”

There was a voice, a little impatient.

"I don't know, but the captain, who is motionless, does seem to have passed out." A voice replied.

Is it just a captain?

It seems that the camouflage of these three months has borne fruit.

"It's really a nuisance, and you sleep soundly! Damn the fish-man, don't you leave him alone and let him die? I won't smell fishy anymore. Another voice said.

"Don't say stupid things, he's an important experimental material for the doctor, he can't die if you die, in short, quickly carry him to the stretcher and send him to the medical department quickly." The voice known as the captain reprimanded.

"Damn, the fish-man stinks, you won't get any disease if you touch him."

"So you weren't told to wear gloves?"

Bright overhears a couple of Navy conversations, and then he is lifted up and thrown very rudely onto a stretcher.

"This guy is so heavy! Two more people to help. ”

Two of the four navies guarding the doorway came, and then the four of them worked together, and Bright felt like he was being lifted into the air.

Then, finally, he began to move outside of this cell.

Bright silently calculated in his heart.

The navy began to turn, then it was already out of the cell door, and there seemed to be several navy officers in the doorway, and they were leading the way.

Well, four?

So, the total number is eleven?

Is it a patrol squad?

The sound of metal clashing can be faintly heard, they are carrying weapons, and they have not let go of their vigilance?

But it was enough, it was enough that the real high-ranking officers of the scientific troops did not come over.

The navies were chatting, and Bright tensed his nerves.

Left.

Then, turn right.

Go straight.

Turn right again.

Well, this should be it.

The bathhouse at the base is one of the few places on the base that does not have surveillance cameras installed for privacy reasons.

The memories of being taken to the medical department for a physical examination are now finally coming in handy.

Finally, to make sure, there were eleven enemies in total, and the four leading the way in front and the two following behind must be armed with weapons.

The four people carrying the stretcher should not be able to free their hands.

So the most important thing is the captain who walks beside him.

According to previous observations, the commander of each patrol team should carry a telephone bug for communication and alarm, and only need to press it to make the entire base navy move.

So—

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Bright opened his eyes suddenly, his body trembling and began to cough violently, and his head began to twitch as if he were wiggling.

Because of his movements, the four navies carrying the stretcher shook for a while.

"What's going on?"

The captain with a bushy beard leaned over with a frown, "Hey, Fishman, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Huh?"

The captain was slightly stunned, and he saw Bright's hideous expression suddenly become calm.

Worst!

The captain's face began to change.

But he didn't make a sound, and Bright's wide left hand was already grabbing his neck.

"Fish-man karate - rough shark!"

The muscles of Bright's left hand swelled, and his fingers seemed to be made of steel, and they actually sank into the captain's neck.

In the more than ten years in Fish-Man Street and the three years in the Sun Pirates, in addition to exercising, the fighting skills have never been left behind.

The captain couldn't even scream because he was choked by the neck, his muscles and bones were twisted and he made a permeating creaking sound.

"Captain!!"

One of the Navy men carrying a stretcher was already screaming.

After a brief period of astonishment, the six heavily armed navies in front and behind finally remembered their duties and raised their guns.

Bright was so strong that he didn't even need to aim at such a distance, and he couldn't stop the captain from blocking his gun.

And he will not be domineering, although he has great strength, but he is only a mortal fetus, and he can't block bullets.

So he jumped up from the stretcher, raised his left arm, raised the captain, and smashed into the four sailors in front.

Just like bowling, the four navies were directly smashed out and rolled into a ball like a gourd.

Originally, under the restraint of handcuffs and shackles, Bright could not do such drastic movements.

But at the same time as he leaped to his feet, the chains of the handcuffs and shackles broke at the same time.

A Navy officer, who was carrying a stretcher but had fallen directly to the ground because of Bright's movements, watched in disbelief.

That's a chain made of a special alloy! Even giants can't break free!

A hearty smile crossed Bright's lips.

So not yesterday, not the day before yesterday, not the day before yesterday, not the day before yesterday, but today!

Don't underestimate shark teeth!

Whenever the lights went out at night, he curled up silently, quietly, without alarming anyone, and it took three full three months to grind with his teeth little by little, grinding one hundred and seven pairs of teeth, before finally breaking free from the shackles of his body.

Bright had droplets of water oozing from his hands, and then just a casual flick.

"Hit the water."

In the next moment, the two naval bodies in the rear were directly beaten and flew backwards.

A small hole had been punched through their chests, as if they had been pierced by a large-caliber gun.

Bright landed, his thick legs exerting force and his body ejected.

The navy who had just been smashed by the captain didn't have time to get up, and the huge fists were already coming at them.

Bang bang.

After moving his body slightly, Bright turned his head, and the four navies who had been carrying the stretcher just took out their weapons.

Their movements were a little trembling, and they even made mistakes in the action of loading the guns.

I'm scared.

It's not like the condescending it used to be.

"Hit the water."