Redfield, who was dozing nearby, snorted. He truly did want to kill. But he no longer cared about it. His body was aging, weakening, and he would soon die if he stayed here. Was he really waiting for someone to break into the prison?
"Director Magellan, why do we still keep them if they are all extremely evil?"
Magellan was taken aback, scratched his head, and answered:
"Well... Devil Fruit users cannot be killed at will."
"Are all of them Devil Fruit users?"
"Not quite. By imprisoning them, we sentence them to eternal darkness so they can never escape until they die of old age and spend the rest of their lives repenting for their sins."
Karl chuckled:
"I don't see any repentance in them! Director Magellan, to be frank, if they escape, wouldn't it be a waste of the efforts of the marine admirals who went through so much trouble to catch them?"
As the director, Magellan has the authority and ability to execute any prisoner at Impel Down on the spot, and it wouldn't be difficult for him to cleanse the Infinite Hell.
In the end, he still believes there is no need to kill them. As long as he's here, who would dare break into Impel Down?
With a serious face, Magellan replied:
"That's impossible, Major General Karl. As long as I'm alive, I will never allow this filth to escape the city"
"Don't worry so much!"
"It doesn't mean I don't trust your abilities, Director Magellan."
"I just heard Domino mention that you only work four hours a day (excluding meal and sleep times), have diarrhea for nearly ten hours, and you sleep for eight hours."
Karl's tone grew increasingly serious, and eventually, he looked Magellan directly in the eyes:
"How will you manage a planned and organized invasion when you're dealing with diarrhea?"
"I..." Magellan hesitated for a moment. He was well aware of his condition. As long as he continued to eat every day, the diarrhea wouldn't stop.
And because of diarrhea every day, he had no time for physical exercise. His strength relied almost entirely on his Devil Fruit abilities. If an opponent found a way to limit him, his role would be significantly weakened.
"The Golden Lion escaped from Impel Down, right? Director Magellan, how did the security in the Infinite Hell back then differ from now?"
"Alas, almost no changes, but the Golden Lion managed to escape thanks to his abilities."
Karl said expressionlessly:
"He escaped, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"Since there was already a previous prison break, you don't strengthen the defenses, and you're limited by diarrhea, how can you guarantee an accident won't happen someday?"
Magellan found himself at a loss for words He wasn't a short-sighted person. On the contrary, he was very responsible. The problem Karl mentioned did indeed exist, and he couldn't deny it.
"Director Magellan, I'm not telling you to kill people and deal with criminals at your discretion, but I don't want the Navy to have to deal with dangerous criminals again."
"Those with Devil Fruit abilities can be imprisoned for life, no problem, but I think it's better to execute criminals without Devil Fruit abilities and eliminate them forever!"
Smoker, standing nearby, also nodded:
"Yes, I think this suggestion is very relevant. After all, their deaths don't affect anything, right?"
The criminals without abilities were very displeased upon hearing Karl's words, and immediately shouted:
"Damn Navy! We've already been punished, what more do you want?"
"Come on, come on, kill me if you dare!"
Magellan remained silent. His heart was in chaos. He kept thinking about what he would do if the situation Major General Karl described really happened.
I'm afraid that at that time, I would die without hesitation to apologize!
Seeing Magellan's confused face, Karl feared he might take offense, so he quickly said:
"Director Magellan, forgive me, I just expressed a few opinions from the perspective of the Navy. After all, you're the director of Impel Down, and how to handle these prisoners is up to you, I won't say anything more."
Karl was telling the truth, even if Magellan didn't listen to him at all, it wouldn't have any impact because with his arrival, the wheels of fate had already quietly begun to turn. Who can say what the future holds?
Magellan sighed, still unable to make a decision:
"Thank you for the suggestion, Major General Karl. I promise to carefully consider your opinion."
"Well, it's time, let's go!"
Magellan turned and, with a heavy heart, headed towards the elevator. As he passed by Shiryu's cell, Shiryu was still shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Magellan, if you dare to give the Thunderstorm to someone else! I swear, I'll kill you!"
"Hmph!" A cold gleam flashed in Magellan's eyes. He extended his left hand, creating a thin, dragon-like liquid poison, and whispered: "Sorry, you have no chance!"
Shiryu's eyes widened in disbelief:
"You want to kill me? Have you forgotten that we were once called the iron wall of the Impel down?"
"Shiryu, you were sent to the Infinite Hell by me for indiscriminately killing prisoners and colleagues. You should have been sentenced to death, but considering our past friendship, I changed the sentence to a suspended death sentence."
"But now it turns out that you have not only failed to repent but have become even worse."
"Today, as the director of Impel down, I will execute you on the spot! Poisonous Dragon!!!"
Shiryu screamed loudly:
"I only killed a few scum, why are you..."
The dragon-like beast roared towards Shiryu and exploded on him. The violet-red poison continued to corrode his body, and he couldn't make any sound.
Finally, Shiryu turned into a sticky and indescribable mass and died in the cell.
Magellan sighed and looked at Karl, who stood nearby. He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had conveyed everything.
At sea.
Magellan personally handed Karl Shiryu's sword, Thunderstorm, and said:
"I hope it provides you with some assistance."
Karl smiled as he took Thunderstorm, created a massive sphere of sacred light, and absorbed it into Magellan's body.
"For at least three days, Director Magellan will not be troubled by diarrhea. Consider it my farewell gift!"
Magellan smiled this time:
"Major General Karl takes care of me!"
"500 prisoners have been loaded onto the escort ship. I wish Major General Karl a safe journey!"
Domino watched Karl's departing figure with a hint of regret and sighed to herself. When would she see such a handsome man again?
Watching the escort ship gradually fade away, Magellan's face became calm once more. He turned to Hannibal and said:
"In two hours, put all the information about the LEVEL 6 criminals on my desk!"
Hannibal blinked in confusion. Was this the same Magellan he knew?
On the escort ship, Karl held Thunderstorm and slowly drew it from its sheath. A strange red light flickered on the blade.
"Tsk-tsk-tsk, a cursed sword..."