The indescribable stimulation of his taste buds caused Klaur's brows to knit together tightly. He resisted the urge to vomit and swallowed the fruit that was stuck in his throat. A strange energy immediately engulfed his entire body. A cold, eerie feeling emanated from his bones and muscles.
"How do you feel?" Yarlin asked Klaur. At the same time, he lifted Mikel's hair with his left hand, while his right hand brushed past Mikel's neck with unusual gentleness. His fingers were as sharp as blades.
As though his life force had been sucked out, his skin wrinkled. His face withered as though he had aged ten years, but it was still recognizable as Mikel's face. The headless corpse beside him collapsed on the ground, blood gushing out from its bowl-sized neck. It was slowly being pulled in by the creeping creep carpet, disintegrating into juice that was sent into the biochemical pool.
"A very strange feeling." Klaus licked his moist lips and sucked the pulp stuck to his lips into his mouth. He took a deep breath and said, "I feel like my senses have become ten times sharper. I can even capture the frequency and breathing of the objects around me. It's very strange. It's as though my body is instinctively receiving and giving feedback to the outside world. Life and death, breathing, temperature, humidity, everything is being sensed by me. Furthermore, I can …"
I can also … "Klaur stared at his palm that had turned pitch-black. The dense veins on his palm were exactly the same as the creeping carpet. Even the eerie smell was the same. He looked at Yarlin and said," I can disguise and imitate! "
"It's similar to the ability of a chameleon." Yarlin squinted his eyes and smiled. "It should also have the ability to regenerate limbs, and a … tail!"
Klaur was stunned. Then, he felt a strange feeling coming from his tailbone. It was as if his bones had softened and were growing again. Then, a slender and strange tail stretched out from the back of his waist, contracting and swaying in the air.
As though it differed from person to person, this tail was clearly much thinner than Mikel's. Rather than calling it a tail, it was more like an extended tailbone, appearing more sinister and hidden.
"So it's perception, disguise, imitate, regeneration, and an additional tail!" Klaus used his strange palm to support the lens, and his smile seemed to become even colder. "It's like a Devil Fruit tailor-made for me. I like it very much!"
"The abilities and characteristics of the Devil Fruit need to be explored and developed by yourself!" Yarlin grinned and then threw the head in his hand to Kro and said, "Marinate this head and keep it fresh. A good head of a revolutionary army cadre may still have some value."
His palm returned to its original form, and Crowe felt the touch from the dead man's head. The gradually cooling warmth and stiffness revealed a deathly aura. His extremely sensitive perception seemed to make the whole world suddenly change into a fresh color. He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his excitement, and said, "What should we do with the Marine Headquarters intelligence investigator?"
"Based on the two letters, we can basically confirm that the other party wants to make some kind of deal with us and is using hints and threats to control the dominant power." Yarlin took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them on the ground. "In that case, remove the blockade and meaningless search on the island. This guest should be appearing soon."
Klaus nodded and glanced at the swallowed corpse on the ground. His gaze swept across Dai Ou's stupefied expression before he quickly walked out with the head in hand. In order to ensure that the head was fresh, he had to dispose of it as soon as possible before the water ran dry.
"So, guest of the Marine Intelligence Investigator, what do you want from me?" Yarlin faintly looked at the bare branches of the Devil Fruit Tree, and his palm pinched the only remaining shriveled fruit.
… … ….
"I've been rejected!"
As expected, Smoker's application to join the Marine Club was rejected. Although the wording of the reply was very euphemistic, a rejection is still a rejection. Even if there are ten million reasonable reasons, it still can't change the fact that they don't welcome Smoker to join.
"I'm sorry, Captain Smoker, because you are a Captain of the headquarters, and secondly, the Marine Club has now implemented a system of recommending members, so, I'm very sorry to inform you …"
Smoker sneered and lit the black and white reply letter like some tobacco on a cigarette roll. He put it in his mouth and spat fiercely: "They are afraid of me. There must be a major problem with this Marine Club. I'm afraid that it has even become a tool in the hands of some ambitious people."
"Don't you need to report to the headquarters immediately?" Tashigi frowned. She was wearing a brown trench coat, and her hair was gently tied behind her head, looking very heroic.
"So far, we don't have any evidence. It's just some groundless speculation, and there is no provision in the Marine's regulations that prohibits Marines from communicating privately. It's just smuggling, and it involves so many Marine Captains …" Smoker gritted his teeth fiercely. "Those idiots in the headquarters can't even wipe their own butts clean. How can they deal with this kind of thing that doesn't matter to them?"
Tashigi was silent. She knew that Smoker's popularity in the headquarters was very poor. Otherwise, as a Logia Devil Fruit user, he would not have been sent to the barren and weak East China Sea.
Smoker looked coldly at the calm sea. The ripples of the warship's voyage slowly disappeared from the stern. A few broken sampans were floating on the sea, monotonous and boring!
"How can I stay on this East China Sea all the time!" Smoker spat out a smoke ring, and his whole face seemed to be covered by the haze. He turned to Tashigi and said in a deep voice: "All the clues point to Colonel Yarlin of 153 Branch. Since we can't join the Marine Club, then we will directly lock our eyes on 153 Branch."
"Find Lieutenant Colonel Lippa who killed Colonel Monca and defected." Smoker spat out the cigarette butt and squeezed the side of the ship with his five fingers, making a creaking sound: "My intuition tells me that this Lieutenant Colonel Lippa will be our breakthrough."
"But we don't have enough information." Tashigi was troubled.
"Keep an eye on 153 Branch's movements, if Colonel Yarlin has a guilty conscience." Smoker's eyes showed a glimmer of light: "Then Lieutenant Colonel Lippa's defection, he must be the most nervous … We don't have news about Lippa, but it doesn't mean that 153 Branch doesn't."
"I understand!"
"Keep an eye on the movements of 153 Branch and save Lippa before they silence him." Smoker said fiercely. Obviously, he had determined from the bottom of his heart that Yarlin had a huge problem.
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