Chapter 433
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Inside the cabin, sacks that were stuck to the wooden planks were violently torn apart. Navy soldiers with bloodshot eyes carried the sacks off the ship.
The smell of mold drifted from the open cabin to the sea. The smell of plants was pungent in the dry desert. Smoker listened to Bell's report and then walked into the cabin.
As far as the eye could see, the bottom of the cabin was covered with new green moss. Some of the ores that fell from the sacks were stuck to the moss. The whole scene was somewhat creepy.
The eyes of the soldiers unloading the cargo on the ship were bloodshot. Their breaths were scorching hot. Even from a distance, Smoker could smell the restlessness and inexplicable excitement from these soldiers.
"Can this mossy plant affect the emotions of creatures?" Smoker asked a soldier. After a brief question, he did not find any more problems.
It seemed that except for some emotional restlessness and strange excitement, there were no more serious problems. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Vivian squatted down and pulled away the colorful stone ore that was entangled in the moss. The moss on the colorful ore seemed to have penetrated into the ore. A layer of slippery hair appeared on the surface. She handed it to Smoker and said worriedly, "It feels bad. Can it still be made into dancing powder?"
Smoker took it and gently scraped off a layer of wet green moss with his nails. The broken hair had grown into the ore. He was secretly shocked by the vitality of this plant.
"There should be no big problem!" Bell said, "When I came back, I observed carefully. The water vapor around the cabin is obviously thicker than the surrounding areas. This ore absorbs the water vapor around it. It has the same nature as dancing powder."
The production of dancing powder was illegal, but with Smoker's many years of connections, it was not difficult to get the method of making dancing powder.
This colored ore was the most important main material for the production of dancing powder. Other things were not difficult to obtain. They could be purchased locally in Alabasta. Now, they had piled up in the warehouse of the Naval Branch.
Everything was ready. Now, they were waiting for Bell to return to the colored stone mine. During this time, Smoker continued to attack the stronghold of the Baroque Studio while ordering the branch to prepare and familiarize themselves with the manufacturing process.
Four days later.
The first batch of dancing powder produced in the simple factory was presented on Smoker's desk. The sandy-yellow powder particles were similar to the sand drifting in the wind. The surface of the particles was also covered with a light green color, which was the moss that had been mixed together with the powder.
Compared to the original material ratio, there was an extra set of plant material. Fiddling with it in his hand, he could smell a faint fragrance.
It was very faint. If one didn't open their nostrils and sniff hard, it was almost impossible to smell it.
"Have you tested it?" Smoker asked.
"Experiments have been carried out on the sand dunes not far from the branch. The various indicators fed back by the equipment that detects the humidity show that the humidity above is rapidly increasing. It is estimated that there will be a rainstorm in three days. At the same time, the air outside the area has obviously become dry." Vivian, who was in charge of the experiment, had bloodshot eyes. She had been watching over the factory for the past few days. She was exhausted, but she was very excited.
"There's no problem with the production of the dancing powder!" Vivian rubbed her sore eyes. She clenched the dancing powder tightly in her hand. Her eyes were full of hatred, as if she could already see the bloody scene of the sand crocodile being pulled down from the altar and torn into pieces.
"How are the returning soldiers?" Smoker looked at his adjutant.
"They are a bit agitated. Some of the soldiers have insomnia, but there are no other problems." The adjutant thought for a moment and replied, "In the factory, the soldiers who have been exposed to the colored ore covered with moss for a long time also showed varying degrees of irritation. But there are no other problems."
"Being irritable is not necessarily a bad thing. What we need to do is to incite the anger of the people!" The more Vivian rubbed her eyes, the more bloodshot they became. "Let the flames of anger burn all of Alba. Only then can King Cobra's soul in heaven rest in peace."
Bale stood in the corner of the office. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
"Speed up the production. Secretly release the dancing powder to Alba." Smoker made the final decision. The adjutant obeyed the order and carried it out.
In the almost abandoned port of the branch, on the anchored warship, a few figures used the cover of the night to quietly climb up to the bottom of the warship. They scraped off the moss stuck on the wooden planks and collected them. They put them into bottles and jars, then retreated silently and sank into the ground in a desert whirlpool.
Staring at the image on the monitor, Yarlin knew that Smoker's plan had begun. He retracted his gaze and looked at Adams. He opened the bottles and jars that were sent in and began to examine them one by one.
Dr. Culeja and his assistant, Choba, were also wearing protective suits. They were conducting various experiments and tests on these moss-like plants, and quickly sorting out the data obtained.
Choba shrunk back to its normal reindeer form, and its broken antennae had already grown back. The pyramid-like strange nest and the various scientific equipment and instruments inside, as well as the various unimaginable experiments that had been set up made it feel horrified.
He lowered his head and recorded the experiment data. His pair of eyes rolled around and looked at another huge petri dish. Inside were the cell tissues that Adams collected from him. They were being replicated and cultivated.
The Everyone Fruit was a very special devil fruit. Its rare characteristics made it very valuable for scientific research. Adams was very regretful that he couldn't dissect Choba, so he could only go for the next best thing, which was to collect Choba's cells for replication and analysis.
Dr. Culeja didn't stop him, so Choba naturally couldn't resist. Apparently, Dr. Culeja finally learned to know his place.
"Choba, focus. Don't think too much!" Dr. Culeja said softly. "We don't have the power to resist. Why don't we calm down and think about gaining knowledge and horizons from this?"
"This plant has a high concentration of activity, and the data it displays are surprisingly similar to that of rust worms." Choba nodded. After calculating and analyzing the experiment data, he reported the results to Adams.
"It's a neurotoxic toxin that spreads through the air. It can promote the splitting of muscles and bones. In layman's terms, it can make the body of living things bigger and more violent and aggressive!" Adams compared the various results and simulated the results in his mind like a computer.
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