Pirate’s Brood Order

The fiery red missiles that grazed the air seemed to be burning, Da Siqi's eyes widened, and a horrified voice came out of his heart and shouted: "Everyone stay away!"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a pop on the ground of the playground. The gravel and gravel surged from the center to the surroundings like a huge wave and then fell suddenly. Holes, broken rocks and rotten meat buried all over the ground.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a sneaky figure came close to the base of the wall, touched the neck of a moaning navy with his palm on the ground, and immediately broke the other's neck, and at the same time, his own cheek changed into the other's face strangely, At the same time, the navy suit on his body was stained with tears and blood from the explosion, and he staggered towards the administration building. The figure quickly turned around the corridor and walked towards the escalator on the second floor.

"Which room will it be in?"

Feng Kelei walked quickly against the wall of the corridor, unscrewed the locked door handles and pushed them open to look inside.

He fumbled very fast, and quickly searched a floor and continued upstairs. After about 10 minutes, he stood at a doorway and stopped suddenly, then turned his head and looked back.

The corridor behind is empty, and the wattage of the bowl lamp above the head is dim, illuminating the dry and cracked spots on the walls that have been in disrepair, and there are some traces of freshly repaired and painted, but there is no one.

"I always feel that someone is staring at me from behind? Is it an illusion?" Feng Kelei shook his head and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, a series of muffled coughing sounds came from a door in the corridor.

"There's a lot of noise outside, and the only ones staying in the building are..." Feng Kelei approached on tiptoe, then held the doorknob with his palm, and turned it gently. The sound of "click" was crisp, and the door was locked from inside locked.

The voices speaking inside the door suddenly disappeared, and there was a dead silence. Feng Kelei pressed his head against the door, and could vaguely hear a muffled breathing sound and the sound of some kind of metal chain being pulled, the sound was slightly sharp.

"Who's outside?" A cold female voice came through the door.

"The base was under attack, and Colonel Smoker asked me to come over and move the prisoner to a safer location!" Feng Klei replied tentatively.

"Wait a minute!" said the voice inside, followed by the sound of turning the lock.

Feng Kelei's pupils shrank slightly, he let go of the palm that was about to break the door lock, stood upright, his eyes were fixed on the slowly opening door, and then, a dark 50 cm long dagger came from the door Stabbing fiercely through the gap, Feng Klei turned his head aside abruptly, then raised his soles like lightning, and kicked accurately on the blade. At the same time, his figure returned to its original appearance the moment he launched the attack.

Exaggerated swan ballet costumes, dancing shoes, and a face of a ladyboy covered in foundation, the corners of the mouth are raised in a seductive arc, and the voice is neither yin nor yang, which makes people get goosebumps: "Oh, I was discovered, so troublesome."

Keng, the spinning dagger was kicked away and nailed to the ceiling, the chains and jagged teeth like peacock feathers were reflected in Feng Klei's eyes, and then a beautiful cheek was covered with frost-like coldness, Weiwei stepped on the ground under her feet. With a spinning pace, the motorized knife line manipulated by the little finger cut the door panel into two without a sound, and then spun around and wound towards Feng Kelei's neck.

"Such a pretty face, why is it so murderous?" Feng Kelei was taken aback, patted his beating heart with one hand, and danced with extremely strange steps under his feet, suddenly disappeared before Weiwei's eyes, and appeared in the next moment In the shadow of her sight, at the same time, her calf pulled out a sharp whip to break the air.

"He is good at disguising and imitating. He is Mr. 2, a senior agent of the Baroque Studio!" Weiwei's heart shuddered. There was no time to dodge, so he gritted his teeth and tilted his head at the last moment.

"what?"

Feng Kelei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whip that he volleyed was suddenly pulled uncontrollably. The instep that should have kicked the opponent's head was deflected an inch strangely. It hit the wall beside it, breaking a piece of the wall.

The still violent blow made Weiwei's head go black, and her body fell straight to the ground without moving.

Inside the room, Dazbonis's face was pale and fleshy, and the Hailoushi handcuffs on his hands made him lose his strength. He looked at Feng Kelei before he had time to show an expression on his face, and the next moment, his pupils shrank fiercely into a pinprick. , looking out of the corridor with sharp eyes.

"There are still people!"

Feng Kelei looked down at the trouser leg. The trouser leg was cut off at some point, and there was a wounded strangle mark on the calf. A few drops of scarlet blood seeped out through the cut muscle skin. He reached out and touched the calf. A broken black thread was pulled out from the fingertips, only the one as thick as a hair was extremely inconspicuous under the dim light.

A black thread should have been torn off by the force of his kick, but it was still trembling and twitching at his fingertips like a living thing. Inexplicably, Feng Kelei felt a creepy feeling on his back: "It wasn't me just now!" The illusion that there is indeed someone staring at me from behind, it is this guy!"

A dark figure came out from the corner of the escalator at the other end of the corridor. Because it was too dark, it seemed to swallow up and distort the dim light around, so it seemed to merge with the shadow at the bottom of the wall. One is a body torn out of the shadows, which is incomparably horrifying.

"Who are you?" Feng Klei subconsciously took a step back and asked vigilantly.

"It's you, aren't you dead?" On the contrary, Dazbonis, who was locked up, said to Feng Klei with a ghostly expression on his face: "This guy is Yarlin, but he should have been killed by the president! "

"The news is a bit late!" Yarlin put one hand in his trouser pocket, and held the other hand flat on his chest. There were cold black lines surging at the tips of his five fingers, like a flower blooming silently. Hei Lian, he said faintly: "I am indeed dead, and now I have returned from hell!"

"This is a trap you set?!" Feng Klein realized something at once, and something was wrong in his heart. He originally planned to save Dazbonis alive and return to the studio, but now that this plan is going to fail, then just It can be changed to smashing the opponent's head with one kick.

"No, this is a trap designed by Smoker for the sand crocodile. To be honest, I'm not interested in you little shrimps. All I want to do is add a firewood to Smoker's design to make him burn more vigorously. " Yarlin tapped lightly on his feet, and suddenly appeared next to Dazbonis in the next moment, his palm clasped the ankle that Feng Klei kicked like a steel clamp, and the toe, which was as tight as a knife, was far away from Dazbonis's. The eyes are only 1 cm apart.