Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 281 Yarlin’s Purpose

The rustling sand fell on the ground along the trouser legs, and the dust from the feet suddenly accelerated and lifted the sand. On the yellow sand ground, a figure leaped forward, revealing the indifferent face of Sendu, and the black lines in the eyebrows and eyes were weird. Flickering, a cold light flicked out of the knife from his waist.

“Get out of the way!”

Huh!

A hole was opened on the wall, and the sand surface camouflaged on it fell to reveal the “roots” entrenched in the back, like a black climbing vine but suddenly came alive. One of the black touches slammed into the agent’s throat. Before the splash of blood fell from the air, the black that was withdrawn was touched, and the blood was wiped clean, and a piece of human skin and messy clothing was dropped from the ground.

“What the hell is this?”

The other agent opened his mouth, and the cold sweat that suddenly appeared on his back seemed to be frozen. He glanced at the forest holding the knife, and the strange man-eating vine on the wall one meter away was silent.

“The navy branch in the yellow sand is a man-eating cave!” The agent bit his lower lip, and the sound of the wind and the surging sand seemed to be full of people and black people lying in the gravel. Murderous, the cold blade reached the neck of his throat.

“Colon Arlin wants to see you!”

The navy branch in the dark seemed to hide silent monsters everywhere. The spies followed behind Mori, and the hairs all over his body were standing upright. He always felt peeping gazes coming from all directions, but he couldn’t see the hidden living people at all.

“Baroque studio?” Yarlin wringed out a clean towel and wiped his cheek. He looked at the man who had been brought in by Mori, and put the towel beside him.

Originally wanted to deny, but the other party’s obscure eyes made the secret agent’s heart trembled, and he felt as if the whole person was being seen through. He choked any fluke thoughts to death at the moment when he blurted out, he swallowed and spit: “Yes! ”

“The person who intercepted and killed me halfway at sea was also from the Baroque studio, and now they break in again in the middle of the night. It seems that the Baroque studio has a very unfriendly attitude towards me when I came here!” Yarlin glanced at me with a smile. Glancing at the other person: “You said, what should I do with you?”

“Guru!” The agent swallowed, his tongue seemed to be stiff, and he didn’t know how to answer such a heavyweight question. He was just a pony who performed the task.

“Passing my words back intact, just say, the Alabastan’s poker table must not be without our naval branch. I don’t care what the background behind your Baroque studio is, and no matter how you sent Ke. That idiot Rum, in any case, here in Yallin, the profit that should have been allocated to our naval branch should be five times that of Crum’s time, otherwise…”

“Send him away!” Yallin waved his hand, and the spy followed Sendu out like an amnesty.

“The signal has passed. Next, it’s time to show the cards. Whether it’s holding a pair of kings or just holding a straight. It’s always up to the opponent to bother to guess. The number of chips to match for our navy branch is appropriate.” 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 in the end I have to pick it up by myself. However, for newcomers, politeness and foreplay are also essential.”

Horchidon was standing by the door, with a faint red light shining in one of his opened eyes. He only needed to stare at the change of Yallin’s expression, and he could capture Yallin’s intention, the transformation body and the mother body. There is an unspeakable tacit understanding or heart-to-heart communication between them.

“You have to fight back!” Yarlin shook his hand, and a map of Alabastan was caught by Hochedon. He spread it out and scanned it. Some areas on it were marked by the red graceful handwriting. It should be a woman. The handwriting, the places marked here are some of the hiding places of the Baroque studios in Alabastan, not all, but not a small part.

Houghton hid the map close to his body, turned and pushed the door and left.

Yallin unscrew the stopper of the wine bottle, and poured “Guru Guru” into his throat. The hot burning sensation made his eyes brighter and brighter. He looked down at the black-shrouded desert, and the navy was hidden in the gravel. Standing up, pushing the iron gate of the Ministry of Finance, and gradually disappearing into the distance behind Horchidon, they will bring a bit of crimson moisture to this dry land.

“It’s also proving to the royal family of Alabastan that our naval branch’s justice stand against crime!” The transparent drink 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 expose.” Icarlem persuaded, this time the interception of Colonel Arlin, the two of them escaped alive, no matter what excuses they made. After covering up, the overall risk factor is much higher than before.

“It hasn’t been exposed yet, isn’t it? We must go back!” Weiwei changed into Miss. Wednesday’s dress, but she was worried about another thing: “You said that Colonel Arlin really believed what I said. Huh? Why is it that so long has passed, but there is no movement at all?”

“Although the navy has a stationed branch in Alabastan, in principle, the navy branch must not interfere in our country’s internal affairs before receiving a direct order from the world government. Even if Alabastan is now in chaos and turmoil, this should not be the case. It is something that the Navy can handle. Princess Vivi, you hope that the Navy will help. I am afraid that there is no hope, and the behavior of Colonel Arlin…” Icarim has deep jealousy in his eyes, such a cruel and cruel one. Will the navy really be a righteous person, and will it sincerely help Princess Vivi without any other plans?

“Let’s go, Mr. 8, let’s go back!” Weiwei re-wrapped her face with a silk scarf, and said firmly.

To the bright eyes of Weiwei, Icarim sighed and preached the saxophone to play a tragic and heroic music, “Then let’s go, Miss. Wednesday.”

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Buried by the whirring wind and sand, the rusty rust on the thick iron plate was solidified and quietly shattered into broken mottles. A tall man squatted aside, moonlight falling from the sky and falling on the man’s ugly face. A faint bony white glow.

Behind him, the men standing in uniform uniforms were scattered around, eyes and pupils all staring at the exposed underground passage, palms supporting the handle of the knife straddling the waist, and each other silently filed towards the passage. enter.

“who?”

Huh!

The sword blade was nailed into the throat, directly hitting the nail and dying on the wall behind. In the sound of the blade pulling the bone marrow muscles, Horqidon walked in from behind, “The first hiding place of the Baroque studio!”

“All killed!”