Chapter 410
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"Bloodline factor!" Yarlin licked his lips. A ready-made example was placed in front of him. Even if it was a corpse, it was the best demonstration of results. Yarlin's interest and strong covetousness had already risen in his heart.
"There is one more thing. After I extracted the blood from Dalaran's body for testing, I found that its blood still has residual activity!" Adams handed a jar of thick plasma to Yarlin. "He absorbed the blood of the Vincent Moke Family before he died, so a considerable part of the bloodline factor was secretly involved in fusing with his own blood through the blood. In addition, a part of the blood of the flame manipulator was also extracted by him and integrated into his own blood. After his death, the blood composition of these three components still maintained the fusion, resulting in irreversible changes."
Yarlin looked down at the strange color of the blood jar in his hand and glanced at Adams.
"The activity is decreasing rapidly, so there is no time for research. I think there may be a surprise in recycling." Adams was now determined to act as Yarlin's confidant. He suggested, "You can inject this jar of blood into the body of an apostle within two hours!"
In less than two hours, a target had emerged in Yarlin's mind. He took the blood jar in his hand and pushed the door out. He suddenly stopped and turned to Adams and said, "I still have use for the body of the guy who discharged electricity. Don't damage it too much. As for the other guy in the straw hat group, destroy the body after the research. It will be troublesome if Dr. Culleha sees it!"
"Okay, you can rest assured!" Adams appreciated Yarlin's viciousness and shamelessness. He looked at Yarlin's back and smiled knowingly. He buried his head in the scalpel and quickly operated on Sanji's body.
He wanted to dissect the valuable components in Sanji's body as quickly as possible. It was rare for Judge's finished product to fall into his hands. How could he not study it well?
This is also the strongest respect for Judge!
Ya Erlin turned out of the laboratory and walked along the sand corridor for a long distance before arriving in front of a cage made of countless tentacles. Inside, Ace was tightly bound by the tentacles and couldn't move at all.
The rust worms in his body had been cleaned up by Adams, but Van Oka had also pierced a seastone needle bullet into the gap of his spine, leaving only a faint needle hole under the skin.
"Who are you?" Ace was so weak that he didn't have any strength left. In fact, he had just woken up from a severe coma and found himself in a dark and strange dungeon. His whole body was tied up, and the surroundings were dark and cold. The 'chains' that wrapped around him were like wet living things, making him feel a little creeped out in his heart.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Yarlin!" As Arlen approached, the black tentacles obediently opened up a path for him. He stood in front of Ace with a faint smile on his face. "As you can see, I'm a captain of the navy!"
He was wearing a brand-new white military uniform, without a military cap and "Justice" cloak, and habitually wearing white gloves with a can of scarlet blood in the glove. The overall style was indescribably strange.
Ace saw the hypocritical smile on Yarlin's face and felt uncomfortable all over. He felt like he was being stared at by a cold python. He snorted and said: "Marine? Why am I here? Where is Blackbeard Teach? "
The last scene before Ace's coma was the appearance of Blackbeard Teach. He was a little puzzled as to why he woke up and the person standing opposite him was a Marine.
"Blackbeard?!" Yarlin's mind came to Teach's sloppy and dirty beard, and he grinned and said: "It's a very vivid nickname, well, he gave you to me!"
"What do you mean?" Ace was shocked and confused.
"It's the literal meaning. Because of your special identity value, he proposed a plan to me that I couldn't refuse. I want you to listen to his plan to see if there are any flaws." Arlen paused for a moment. His eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared into Ace's eyes. In a deep voice, he revealed the other party's identity. "Fire Fist Ace, the son of One Piece King Gol D. Roger!"
Ace's expression changed. His breathing quickened, and he corrected with a gloomy face, "Roger is not my father. My name is Portkas D. Ace. My father is Edward Newgate!"
Arlen took in Ace's expression. He rubbed his eyelids out of habit and said quietly, "I wasn't sure at first, but your reaction tells me that Teach wasn't lying. I can confirm that your identity is real!"
"Interesting!" Yarlin ignored Ace's red and angry face. He quietly stared at Ace, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Don't get excited. In the plan, it's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you are the son of Whitebeard. Your performance tells me that your relationship with Whitebeard is extraordinary. That's good!"
Being the son of the Pirate King Roger is a plus, but being the son of Whitebeard Edward Newgate is the decisive factor.
"Plan? What do you want to do? " Ace's heart was filled with a strong uneasiness. He felt that every word that came out of the mouth of the Marine in front of him seemed to be stained with deadly venom.
"Just like when the Pirate King was executed, you will be publicly executed in front of the whole world!" Yarlin gently took off his gloves and faintly said: "The difference is that Whitebeard, one of the Yonkō (Four Emperors), may come to rescue you, and then die of exhaustion in a bloody battle, putting an end to his legend."
Ace's heart skipped a beat. Ya Erlin's words were too vicious. They were like the fangs of a snake biting into his heart. His eyelids twitched wildly. If looks could kill, Ya Erlin would've been torn to shreds by now.
"You're dreaming. It's true that I'm Dad's son, but …" Ace suppressed the anxiety in his heart and sneered. "Every member of the ship is treated as his son. He clearly knows that this is a trap. Why would Dad be so stupid to sacrifice the lives of the other family members just to save a son?"
"You are the son of Roger, so you must be extremely special in the eyes of Whitebeard. Whitebeard has never won against Roger in his life. After his death, he won the other party's son. He must be very proud." "That's why you must be special in Whitebeard's eyes. There's at least a fifty percent chance that he'll come. However, I've never liked to gamble on probability. I always pursue absolute results when I do things …" Arlen sneered.
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