I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Hundreds of millions of Baileys are thrown on such a stupid dog with a flat belly. Your scientific troops are really full and too full to bite their hands, right?

This is the veteran's first impression of this idiot.

Because the dog's limbs are short and short, it is easy to get dirty when walking, so the researchers who were rescued by them gently wiped off the dirt on the dachshund's body with a towel to keep its coat shiny.

From time to time, he took out his notes and recorded something.

A veteran finally couldn't help being curious and leaned over to the researcher, looking at the data of the first draft of the thesis in the other party's hand:

At 10:20 in the morning, Lasu defecated once, and the unburned explosives remained in the excrement.

At 12 noon, Lasu has lunch, special dog food, some fruits and vegetables.

...

"Are you sure it's not an observation diary? It's like the kind of small animal feeding manual given to the Boy Scout training camp." The veteran who peeked at the record looked awkwardly at the stupid dog that was regarded as an important research material by the researchers.

He really couldn't figure out how the brain circuits of these scientists were built, and in the end it could only be attributed to the wide thinking of neurological patients.

"Emmmm, in a sense, you're really right." The researcher smiled lightly and scratched the hairy chin of the research product in front of him.

This stupid dog named Rasu is actually a giant revolver that ate the fruit of the sausage dog.

Seeming to be quite refreshed by being scratched, this dog-born winner who turned his belly to bask in the sun opened his mouth and spit out a precision iron ball that rotated the second hand.

Raising his wrist to check the time, the researcher picked up the iron ball from the deck and made a baseball throwing motion.

The spherical bomb that was thrown into the distant sea exploded a monstrous water column with a diameter of tens of meters in the next moment.

"Eh!!!"

The veterans stared wide-eyed, their jaws almost dropped from the shock of the harmless stupid dog in front of them.

What Lasu kept spitting out was a powerful time bomb.

While everyone is still studying this dachshund that can only spit cannonballs as a way to observe the actual effect of infusing devil fruits on items, another more taboo experiment in the Navy Headquarters is quietly being carried out.

"What went wrong in the end!!" Caesar compared the survival data of the three groups of experimental subjects, and hit his head directly on the solid console.

Frustration ensues.

After Vegapunk handed over the secret research cell blueprint and the Vinsmoke family's mature DNA experiment data to M. Caesar Courant, the experiment can be described as progressing rapidly.

The three top experts in genetics are constantly researching the latest DNA structure chains through remote communication.

It stands to reason that with so many mature data systems added to Caesar's original data, gas fruit users even had the confidence to complete this experiment that was only one step away before the new barrel of beer was opened.

However, with the accumulation of data and the continuous dialectics and denials of the three scientists, as well as the proof of a large number of experimental subjects, the research has fallen into a bottleneck.

"So, which step was not done well?" Caesar muttered again, constantly reviewing every step of the experiment in his mind.

Dozens of living pirates turned into indistinguishable deformed monsters in the infinite cell division regeneration experiment.

The only semi-finished product is the black mist trapped in the isolation cover.

At this moment, it can no longer be judged as a humanoid creature, it can only float in midair unconsciously like a plant.

It lost all its expressive ability and ideology, and only the cell particles absorbed the nutrients provided in the isolation hood.

This is already the failed product they have developed that is closest to the dawn of success.

"We have to change our thinking. Elementizing the human body is essentially a process of completely dismantling the stable cell structure and finally achieving a complete self-reorganization." Despite the difficulties in the research, Vegapunk did not show any emotion on his face.

To deal with such research setbacks, he often likes to start from another angle.

It is well known that after the ability user loses consciousness, the devil fruit will be interrupted and return to its original form.

"Consciousness, could it be consciousness!?" Vegapunk seemed to have found another breakthrough.

The most important thing for a natural-type devil fruit ability user is to control. No matter how you play tricks with your ability, it is absolutely impossible to control the elements without a precise and proficient hand.

Self-awareness controls everything, and many previous experimental subjects have no insurance measures since the injection of modified cells, and there is no terminal mechanism to interrupt and stop this transformation.

Cells divide on their own without control.

This caused new DNA cells to grow redundant organs on their bodies, and frantically plundered the huge nutrients needed to maintain body functions.

If you compare a pure Devil Fruit to a game that is well-made and runs smoothly, with terminal locks and various optimizations, bugs are inherently eliminated.

The experiments of Vegapunk, Caesar and others are likened to imitating the official, and a mod specially developed for it.

However, the mods made by beginners are full of mistakes. If this kind of mod is added to the human body, a large game without save files, it is very likely to cause the entire game to freeze, and then directly GG.

Perhaps, until the later stage, these beginners have explored certain rules and insurance mechanisms before they can add one or more innocuous small scenes and gadgets to the game.

But overall it is still not comparable to the orthodox devil fruit.

So it is with the dachshund revolver, and so with the elephant sword.

They didn't know at this time that this conjecture had a similar relationship with the idea of ​​making artificial animal devil fruits in the original book.

Vinsmoke Gage, who was assisting them remotely, was thoughtful: "That is to say, we have roughly figured out the law. In addition to installing an insurance mechanism, we have to find an experimental subject that can best return life." ?”

"No," Caesar stared straight at the escort officer who just sent in a new batch of experimental pirates outside the laboratory. That man had been transplanted with a set of mechanical arms by himself not long ago: "I think, the experiment The body has been found..."

Vegapunk just glanced indifferently at this guy who didn't listen to greetings: "Mr. Akainu's only condition is that he doesn't force his own people?"

"No need to force it! Major General Salazar will do it voluntarily." The gas fruit capable person who likes to ponder people's hearts laughed sinisterly. What experimental experience is stronger than the single consciousness of a guy who only wants revenge: "Hey, hey, a vengeance. The undead can do anything, as long as you can let him see the hope of revenge."