Chapter 440 God-making!

"I have encountered a little accident here, and I will call you after I finish handling it."

The clown man slowly hung up the phone bug. He smiled at the man behind him.

"My task does not include dealing with traitors, don't force me to do it, Barrerus."

"That's why I left the navy. One thing on the outside, one thing on the inside."

Barrerus said with a gloomy expression.

"Your task should be to steal this fruit before the transaction, after all,"

"The navy is glorious and a symbol of justice." Barrerus said sarcastically.

"A righteous navy will never trade with us dirty pirates."

"Whatever you say."

The clown snapped his fingers, and the whole alley became extremely silent.

This is his ability, Fruit of Silence, after using the ability, no sound will be produced within a certain range.

The reason why they are ambushing them is because the Navy internally reasoned based on the habits of Barrerus and Modo, these two greedy pirates are very likely to blackmail the Navy after the transaction is completed.

So simply do nothing and keep going, and get this fruit through cheating and eating cheats.

However, sending the clown over was also a helpless move. Most of the navy's energy was restrained by the two incidents that happened in the new world before, and it was impossible to spare.

Otherwise, sending a lieutenant general over directly would be sure.

Barreiros obviously wasn't used to the suddenly quiet environment, but the clown didn't plan to fight Barrerus either. He threw a smoke bomb, and then disappeared without a trace in the smoke bomb. without a trace.

Dies Barreiros, a fallen navy officer, used to be a brigadier-level officer in the navy. A pirate.

However, despite being reduced to a pirate, there is no doubt about Barrerus' strength, and the clown has no certainty of winning.

The smoke dissipated, and the clown disappeared without a trace. Barrerus punched the wall of the alley angrily. The wall was cracked and the house collapsed.

Going around like this, he couldn't calm down his heart. After wreaking havoc around here, he chose to leave.

"Ahem."

On the other side of a wall, the clown leaned against the wall, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

He didn't run very far, and stood here watching Barrerus' performance.

But just halfway through the cigarette burn, he suddenly heard the sound of someone applauding.

"Papa papa."

"You are endless, and you know you can't catch it..." The clown turned his head and said impatiently. But after seeing the appearance of the visitor, he suddenly froze.

"I didn't expect that the younger brother of Qi Wuhai, the majestic king, would be a spy planted by the navy."

Jody clapped her hands, and slowly walked in front of the clown. Said with a sarcasm.

"I'm curious, what kind of expression Doflamingo will have on his face when he finds out about this."

"What do you say, Monsieur Corazon?"

"People from the Vinhill family!" Corazon stubbed out his cigarette, his face uncertain.

He is different from Modo and the others. As the core cadre of the Don Quixote family, he certainly knows Jody from the Vinhill family, who is a solid ally of Don Quixote.

Modo, Barrerus and the others don't know themselves, so they can stay alive, but this Jody can't let him go no matter what!

His identity as a naval spy must never be revealed!

"Are you ready to kill?" Jody said playfully. After finding out where the fruit of the operation was, he no longer had to pretend to be that foolish.

"Just right, I'm also interested in this thing in your hand."

Jody said with a playful face.

...

Ten minutes later. Jody came out of the rubble with a suitcase in hand. Under the absolute strength gap, any ability tricks are meaningless.

Whether it's physical strength, speed, or mastery of domineering, Jody has completely suppressed Corazon. If it wasn't for Lorne's order, he wouldn't even be prepared to keep alive.

And because of his status, Corazon would never bring this matter up to Doflamingo, so he could only swallow the pain himself.

Jody came to the port of Mini Island, ready to board the boat he had prepared to leave here. But was stopped by a person.

The old man who asked Jody to clean up the paper dust looked at Jody carefully, as if he wanted to see if he had done anything bad.

But just when he was about to say something, he was stopped by someone, and a young man ran over in a panic, and there were still some hot, dead words in his words.

Hearing this, the old man didn't have time to entangle with Jody, and left in a hurry.

Lying comfortably in the cabin, Jody took out a phone bug and said to the opposite side.

"Boss, I got the things."

"Understood." A man's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone bug, and the other side was pattering, as if he was writing something.

He took out the heart fruit in the box, looked at it carefully, and then asked suspiciously.

"But I don't know what's so good about this thing. It's just that it can perform surgery on people. In terms of therapeutic effect, isn't Little Anxi's ability better? There are no side effects yet."

"Because the biggest use of the fruit of surgery is not to treat people." Lorne said lightly.

"You must not use this fruit, help me get it back safely."

The biggest use of the fruit of surgery is that it can perform immortality surgery for a person, but once this surgery is performed, the capable person will die on the spot.

Lorne didn't want to risk the lives of his men.

"Understood, boss, I don't want to be a capable person like you. As a pirate, I can't even swim."

Jody said dismissively.

"That's good." Lorne said lightly, and then hung up the phone.

Inside the laboratory of Sky City.

Lorne put down the quill in his hand, and handed a bunch of data to Gage who was sitting opposite him.

"Make this one for me, can you?"

Gage took the data, looked at it, and said with a frown.

"Isn't this just adjusting your physical fitness to the level of an ordinary person and then creating a clone?"

"Yes, yes, you just need to provide some blood, and then cultivate it in the cultivation room for three days."

"How much do you want?" Lorne said lightly.

"Minimum 100cc, maximum 1000cc, then at least three weeks."

"The more blood you provide, the faster you can grow it."

"Okay, then I will accompany you to the laboratory to get some blood later."

"But I have a question. What's the point of cultivating a clone?" Gage asked suspiciously. The physical fitness required by Lorne was similar to that of a naval recruit. For a scientist like him who has spent most of his life in the genetic industry, it was nothing more than a piece of cake.

"What are you doing?" Lorne took a deep breath and said playfully.

"God-making."