Pirate’s Brood Order

The sand falling down the trouser legs fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust brought up by the sudden acceleration of the feet flew the sand. On the yellow sand ground, a figure ran forward, revealing Sendu's indifferent face, with strange black lines in his eyebrows and eyes. Flickering, a icy light flashed out from the knife on his waist.

"Get out of the way!"

Chi!

A hole was opened on the wall, and the sand on the top of the camouflaged surface fell to reveal the "tree roots" entrenched behind, like withered black climbing vines, but suddenly came to life, and one of the black tentacles pierced the spy's throat suddenly. Before the splashing blood fell from the air, it was swung by the withdrawn black touch, and the blood was wiped clean, and a piece of human skin and messy clothes fell on the ground.

"What the hell is this?"

Another spy opened and closed his mouth, and the cold sweat that suddenly appeared on his back seemed to be frozen. He glanced at Sendu who was holding a knife from the corner of his eye, and the strange man-eating vine on the wall one meter away was silent.

"The naval branch in the yellow sand is a strange den of cannibals!" The agent bit his lower lip, the whistling wind and the surging sand and dust seemed to be full of people lying in the gravel and black bodies everywhere. Murderous, the cold blade touched his throat.

"Colonel Arlin wants to see you!"

The navy branch in the dark seemed to be hiding silent monsters everywhere. The secret agent followed behind Sendu, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he always felt peeping eyes coming from all directions, but he couldn't see the living people hiding at all.

"Baroque Studio?" Yarlin wrung out a clean towel and wiped his cheeks. He looked at the man who was brought in by Sendu, and put the towel aside casually.

Originally wanted to deny it, but the secret agent's eyes trembled in his heart, as if he had been seen through, strangled any fluke thoughts at the moment he blurted out, he swallowed: "Yes! "

"The person who intercepted me halfway at sea was also from Baroque Studio, and now he broke in in the middle of the night. It seems that Baroque Studio's attitude towards me coming here to work here is very unfriendly!" Yaerlin glanced at it with a half-smile Glancing at the other party: "Tell me, what should I do with you?"

"Gulu!" The agent swallowed, his tongue seemed to be stiff, he didn't know how to answer such a heavyweight question, he was just a pony on a mission.

"Pass back my words intact, just say, Alabasta's card table cannot be without our Navy branch, I don't care what the background behind your baroque studio is, and I don't care how you got rid of Ko That idiot Rum, in short, with Yarlin, the profit that should have been distributed to our navy branch should be five times that of Krum's time, otherwise..."

"Send him away!" Ya'erlin waved his hand, and the secret agent followed Sendu out as if he had been pardoned.

"The signal has been sent. Next, it's time to show the cards. Whether you're holding a pair of kings or a straight, you have to let the other party spend their time guessing to understand. How many chips are suitable for our navy branch." Yarlin took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and shook it twice: "Although, the chips given by others are usually not what I want, and I have to get them myself in the end , However, for the first time, politeness and foreplay are also essential."

Hodgton stood by the door, with a faint red light flickering in one of his opened eyes. He only needed to stare at the change in Yarlin's expression to capture Yarlin's intentions, the difference between the transforming body and the mother body. There is an unspeakable tacit understanding or spiritual connection between them.

"If you are beaten, you have to fight back!" Yarlin flicked a map of Alabasta, which was caught by Hodgdon. He spread it out and scanned it. Some places on it were marked with red cursive handwriting, which should belong to a woman. The handwriting, the places marked on it are some hiding places distributed by Baroque studios in Alabasta, not all of them, but not a small part.

Hochton hid the map close to his body, turned around and opened the door, and left.

Yarlin unscrewed the cork from the mouth of the wine bottle and poured it down his throat. The hot burning sensation made his eyes brighter and brighter. He overlooked the black desert, and the hidden navy in the gravel looked indifferently. Stand up, push the iron gate of the branch, and gradually disappear into the distance behind Hoggidon. They will bring a little red and moist to this dry land.

"It's also proving to the royal family of Alabasta the just position of our navy branch in fighting crime!" The transparent wine reflected Yarlin's face, and the dark cross pattern became deeper and deeper.

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"Weiwei, we can't go back to the studio anymore, it's very easy to be exposed." Icarem dissuaded, this time to intercept and kill Colonel Yarlin, the two of them escaped alive, no matter how they find excuses To cover up, the risk factor is much higher than before.

"It hasn't been exposed yet, has it? We have to go back!" Weiwei changed into Miss. Wednesday's clothes, but she was worried about another thing: "You said that Colonel Yarlin really believed what I said Why? Why has it been so long, but there is no movement at all?"

"Although the navy has a branch stationed in Alabasta, in principle, the navy branch is not allowed to interfere in our country's internal affairs without direct orders from the world government. Even though Alabasta is now in chaos and turmoil, this should not It is something that the navy can handle, Princess Weiwei, you hope that the navy will help you, I am afraid there is no hope, and the behavior of Colonel Yarlin..." There is deep fear in Ikalem's eyes, such a cruel and merciless person Will the navy really be a righteous person, and will it sincerely help Princess Weiwei without other plans?

"Let's go, Mr. 8, let's go back!" Weiwei rewrapped the silk scarf around her face, and said in a firm tone.

Facing Weiwei's bright eyes, Icarem sighed, played the tragic and heroic music on the saxophone, "Then let's go, Miss. Wednesday."

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Under the burial of the whistling wind and sand, the rust on the thick iron plate solidified and quietly broke into broken mottles. A tall man squatted beside him. The moonlight fell from the sky and fell on the man's ugly face. There is a faint bone white color.

Behind him, surrounded by men in all-standard military uniforms, their eyes and pupils were fixed on the exposed underground passage, palms clasped to hold the handle of the knife straddling their waists, and each other silently filed into the passage. enter.

"who?"

Chi!

The blade was nailed into the throat, directly piercing the nailed wall behind, and amidst the sound of the blade pulling the bone throat muscles, Hodgton walked in from behind, "The hiding place of the first Baroque studio!"

"Kill them all!"