Under Rowen’s gaze which resembled looking at the dead, Pizarro couldn’t help but feel tense. This was a guy who didn’t see prisoners as human beings, and his methods were cruel, even in the eyes of Pizarro, known as the “Corrupt King.”
But Pizarro believed that Rowen wouldn’t dare to do anything to him. He held a big secret, and until that secret was leveraged, the World Government wouldn’t allow any accidents to happen to him. It was his lifeline.
“Haha! Don’t try to scare me!,” Pizarro, undeterred, pressed his face against the cold railing. He smirked wickedly, “Come on! Let’s see who dies first!”
“Well done, Corrupt King!”
“Go, Little Warden! You’re quite arrogant, teach him a lesson!”
The prisoners became even more restless, but some watched from the sidelines, not joining in. Instead, they retreated into the shadows.
“Heh, Marine Soryu (Azure Dragon)!”
Seated on the elongated stool inside his cell, Shiryu listened to the prisoners venting and cursing outside. He looked up at the pitch-black ceiling.
“Such fools.”
In all of LV.6, no one understood the methods of Impel Down better than him. These prisoners thought what they had seen was everything. They dared to provoke Rowen because they thought he couldn’t afford any accidents without revealing a secret.
If it weren’t for the lifeline of the pardon, some methods couldn’t be completely ensured to avoid accidents. Magellan would have taught them how to behave long ago.
Shiryu understood what Rowen wanted.
It was obedience!
Whether turning the prisoners into idiots or torturing them brutally, it was all to make them obedient, to strip away the spirit of rebellion. Under this premise, troublemakers like Pizarro were naturally undesirable.
Pizarro was about to have a bad time.
Smart people shook their heads and closed their eyes to rest.
Facing Pizarro’s provocative gaze, Rowen’s expression remained unchanged.
Having troublemakers was a good thing, wasn’t it?
Rowen couldn’t possibly give every LV.6 prisoner electrotherapy. If every prisoner was as discreet as Teach, the results of Impel Down wouldn’t change, regardless of his presence.
Troublemakers were indeed a good thing. By getting rid of the troublemakers, deeper changes could be made.
With a calm smile, amid Pizarro’s ominous premonitions, Rowen took out the Den Den Mushi from his pocket and made a call.
“Warden, what are your orders?!”
Hannyabal’s voice quickly sounded, fearing that Rowen might fixate on him even a second later.
“I remember there’s a set of riot control water guns in the warehouse, right?”
“Uh…”
Hannyabal thought for a moment and nodded, “Yes, those are the automated water guns designed by Vegapunk. Later, due to frequent fires in the storage room of Blazing Hell, they were placed in the warehouse of Blazing Hell.”
“Bring all of them to LV.6.”
“Huh?”
“Haha! Kid, have you run out of ideas? Going to use water guns against me?!” Pizarro laughed loudly as he spoke.
He had seen those water guns before. When someone tried to escape, the Jailers used them to suppress prisoner riots. Their power was almost negligible, creating a massive flow of water to disperse the prisoners, making it convenient for the guards to maintain order.
“Oh? Is that so? Have confidence, that’s good!” Rowen chuckled without anger before he patted Pizarro’s face through the railing, and then fell silent.
Would the Soryu (Azure Dragon) waste his efforts?
Certainly not!
Those prisoners who were cheering and waving flags smelled something ominous but still didn’t understand why Rowen needed those water guns.
To teach Pizarro a lesson?
Come on, even if the prisoners who entered LV.6 were Ability users, none of them feared water-based interrogation. Did Rowen dare to drown them?
Hannyabal moved quickly. In less than five minutes, he arrived, carrying 7-8 backpack-style water guns that resembled pesticide sprayers. Behind him, a group of Jailers carried and dragged, moving a large number of water guns into the area.
“Warden! All the water guns are here. I’ve informed the control room to connect the seawater pipelines. We can start anytime!”
Although Hannyabal didn’t know why Rowen suddenly needed water guns, he had carefully arranged everything. Like the prisoners, he believed that these water guns were suitable for suppressing ordinary inmates on the first two levels.
If used against the Monsters in LV.3, it would be futile, not to mention LV.6. Even if Rowen acted too harshly, he wasn’t afraid.
Looking at the seawater conduits brought in by the Jailers, Rowen nodded in satisfaction, “If I remember correctly, these things can be set for automatic spraying, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Vegapunk considered the issue of manpower shortage at times, so he designed this feature,” Hannyabal quickly replied, then blinked, “Warden, what do you have in mind?”
“For each person in the cells of these guys, install a few water guns. I want them to be hit by water guns, no matter where they shrink in their cells, even if it’s on the ceiling. Can you do that?” Rowen asked.
“Naturally, it can be done!”
This was just a small matter. With so many water guns, not to mention installing them in the cells of just over twenty prisoners, even if they had to install all of them, it was just a matter of a dozen more.
With the command received, Hannyabal immediately ordered the Jailers to start working, setting up the water guns in the cells of those who had just caused a commotion, including Pizarro. They created a water gun array that covered every corner.
Shiryu, leaning against the railing, watched curiously. He couldn’t understand Rowen’s actions.
Impel Down had plenty of better torture tools, so why choose these toy-like water guns?
It couldn’t be that he intended to drown them, right? It wasn’t that Shiryu disagreed with Rowen’s cruelty and boldness; it was just that Impel Down had fully perfected drainage systems for both fire prevention and preventing flooding. This minimized the damage caused by natural disasters.
Drowning LV.6 was an impossible task.
So, since drowning them was unattainable, what did Rowen want to achieve?
While Hannyabal was busy with the arrangements, Rowen lit a cigar, took a puff, and then took it out, stuffing it into Pizarro’s mouth.
“If you kneel down right now and lick my shoes, I’ll spare you. I always keep my promises.”
“Hiss… Hoo…”
Greedily taking a puff of the cigar, Pizarro scornfully raised his mustache and sneered, “Pah!”
“Very well, I appreciate your spirit! Let’s go with that…”
Rowen clapped his hands, and Hannyabal immediately brought the switch.
Setting the delay time to the shortest three seconds, the water pumping machine started running immediately, emitting a depressed buzzing sound. In the next moment, water cannonballs hit Pizarro’s face one after another, extinguishing the cigar.
“No stopping the water pumping during this time. Whenever he’s ready to lick my shoes, let me know.”
Is that it???
Not only Pizarro and the prisoners but even Hannyabal was left bewildered. However, he didn’t dare to disobey orders, nodded, and turned to shout at the others, “Have you all heard Warden’s orders? If I find out any of you dares to stop the water, don’t blame me for being impolite!”
“Yes!!”
The Jailers trembled as they answered, determined to eat, sleep, and stay by the water pump to ensure there was no interruption.
Afterward, under the puzzled and incomprehensible gazes of a group of prisoners, Rowen, carrying his new “materials,” left LV.6.
Was his anger really just about getting wet?
Shiryu silently furrowed his brow, not understanding what Rowen intended to do.
However…
A week later, as Rowen was sorting through documents, Hannyabal appeared at the door looking as if he had seen a ghost.
“Warden, the prisoners below want to see you!”
“Oh? Is Pizarro ready to lick my shoes?”
Rowen was slightly surprised. Ordinary people could endure three days of torture, but these Monsters actually submitted within a week?
“Not yet, it’s a few other prisoners…”
Hannyabal recalled with lingering fear. That look, were they really human? Even someone afraid of death wouldn’t have that kind of gaze.
“Tch, what are you bothering me for then?”
Rowen regretfully frowned.
“Ignore them even if they say anything, don’t bother with them! Tell them, whenever Pizarro is ready to lick my shoes, that’s when I’ll see them.”
Shrimp and pig’s heart!
Even with the system of collective punishment that easily generated resentment, even if another Great Escape occurred in the original story of Impel Down, Rowen had to make sure that these untouchable and scoldable guys wouldn’t leave so easily.
He believed Pizarro wouldn’t be an easy person to yield. That was perfect. Let him become enemies with almost the entire LV.6.
Hannyabal shivered, saluted, and nodded, “Understood!”
(End of this chapter)
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