Chapter 317 Sharingan

There were also some strange devices connected by pipes, which looked like a huge maze. The pipes were crisscrossed, and some places were still trembling slightly, as if something was flowing through them.

Some small valves and switches were distributed at the joints of the pipes, like the control points of this maze. The container seemed to contain some steaming liquid, and the steam rose up, forming a hazy mist on the top of the container.

The hot air emitted a pungent smell, like the smell of some kind of chemical mixture, which made Ling Tian couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose slightly.

"These equipment should be the place where the prisoners entering the Push City are sterilized with 100-degree water." Ling Tian guessed secretly in his heart, his eyes slightly narrowed.

His eyes darted back and forth over the steaming containers and intricate plumbing installations, his mind quickly analyzing everything he saw.

All the layout and equipment here seem to be somehow related to the function of sterilization and disinfection. The steaming liquid in those huge containers is probably high-temperature water used to kill germs or harmful substances that the prisoners may carry.

And judging from the overall scale of the equipment, it is obviously set up to cope with a large number of prisoners, which matches the huge number of prisoners held in Advance City.

Sure enough, not long after, a heavy and orderly sound of footsteps came from afar, and two Marines strode in.

The two Marines were like two moving hills, tall and burly, with muscles bulging under their uniforms, showing their powerful strength.

Their faces showed a numb expression of performing a mission, an indifference formed by long-term mechanical execution of orders. There was no emotional fluctuation in their eyes, like two soulless war machines.

As soon as they came in, they didn't even look at Ling Tian. They were like robots that had been programmed long ago. Without saying a word, they walked towards Ling Tian.

One of the Marines took big steps, and each step carried an unquestionable majesty.

He stretched out his sturdy arms, with veins bulging on them like thick tree roots, and his palms were like cattail leaf fans, reaching out to Ling Tian without any hesitation, intending to strip Ling Tian of his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Ling Tian pretended to be terrified and struggled. His body dodged backwards like a frightened deer, his eyes wide open with a look of fear.

At the same time, he struggled violently and shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed in this slightly empty room, carrying a feeling of despair and anger, as if an innocent prisoner had really suffered a sudden violation.

"Stop talking nonsense! This is a routine procedure to prevent you pirates from carrying any germs or dangerous items into the depths of the prison." A marine replied in a gruff voice, his voice as rough and harsh as sandpaper.

As he spoke, he continued his movements with his hands, which tightly grasped Ling Tian's clothes like a pair of pliers, with no intention of stopping at all.

His expression was still numb, without any mercy or hesitation in his eyes. In his eyes, Ling Tian in front of him was just a pirate who was about to be imprisoned deep in Impel Down. He had no dignity at all, and the procedure carried out on him was a matter of course.

Looking at the two navy officers coming in, Ling Tian's heart moved. He knew the seriousness of the matter.

He knew that once he was stripped naked, any features on his body that might be different from the person he was disguising himself as would be exposed, and his carefully planned disguise would most likely be exposed in an instant.

Moreover, deep down, he didn't want to be stripped naked so roughly by two grown men. This was not only a matter of disguise, but also an infringement on personal dignity.

Ling Tian's eyes slowly changed, like mysterious ripples on a calm lake. In the depths of his eyes, three magatama slowly emerged, like three mysterious stars rising from the dark abyss.

The magatama exuded a mysterious and cold light, as cold as an icy soul from an extremely cold land, and as mysterious as if it concealed the deepest secrets of the universe.

As the light flickered, there seemed to be an invisible force flowing through it. This force seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, bewitch their hearts, and make people fall into it involuntarily and unable to extricate themselves.

Ling Tian concentrated his mind, and his whole body and mind seemed to have entered a highly concentrated state. Everything around him seemed to fade away, and only the two marines in front of him remained in his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the two marines in front of him, and his gaze was like materialized arrows, shooting straight into the depths of their eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with a mysterious and powerful power, as if hiding an endless whirlpool that could draw people's souls into it.

He uttered a few words softly: "Look into my eyes." His voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible majesty. Each word was like an invisible spell, slowly spreading in the air.

The voice was like an invisible thread, gently entangling the consciousness of the two marines.

The two marines subconsciously looked towards Ling Tian's eyes. The moment their gazes met Ling Tian's, their eyes suddenly became dull as if they had fallen into a quagmire.

Their originally numb expressions became even more rigid, and the light in their eyes seemed to be swallowed up by a sudden darkness, leaving only a void.

Like puppets with their souls taken away, although their bodies were still standing there, they had lost their independent consciousness, as if they had become puppets that Ling Tian could control at will.

Under the control of the Sharingan's illusion, their consciousness has been manipulated by Ling Tian.

The Sharingan's illusion was like an invisible cage, locking the minds of the two marines tightly, severing their connection with their original consciousness, and making them completely submit to Ling Tian's orders.

"Take me to the underground prison." Ling Tian ordered in a low voice. His voice was low and cold, like a whisper from the Netherworld, with an unquestionable tone.

Every word was like a nail, driving deeply into the two marines' minds that were controlled by illusion, becoming the only command they had to follow at the moment.

The two Marines nodded mechanically. The movement was like the response of a rusty gear turning with difficulty, slow and stiff.

Afterwards, they slowly turned around, their bodies moving as if being pulled by some invisible force, looking extremely unnatural. Then, they led Ling Tian towards the underground prison.