Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 287

“What do you want?” Sha Krokdal’s mouth curled down: “Don’t talk about these deceptive things.”

“5 times the profit during the period of Crum, I have already said.” Yarlin said seriously: “There are still some things that are not convenient for me to come forward. I need the Baroque Studio to do it for me.”

“It’s just these?” Sha Krokdahl didn’t believe in Yarlin from the bottom of his heart. Judging from the information and intelligence he received, as well as this contact, Yarlin’s appetite and ambition did not seem to be so easy. People who are filled.

“Otherwise?” Yallin raised his brows and said helplessly: “After all, I am wearing a navy coat. Neither the world government nor the navy headquarters will allow me to interfere too much in the changing times of Alabastan. I am not so much an officer of the naval branch stationed in Alabastan as a spectator sent over as an observer.”

Yarlin lowered his head, his army boots rubbed lightly on the sand and made a “ziga” sound. He paused: “The government of Alabastan, or the rebel armed forces, or the Baroque studio, or other more hidden ones. Power and organization have nothing to do with me. I am just an outsider watching a show.”

Krokdal took out a cigar and lit it to his lips, staring at Yarlin with dark crocodile eyes, without saying a word.

Huh!

The sharp slash will tear open the sand layer between Yallin and Krokdal. The bones of Horchidon’s body broke and the stubble was mixed with blood and shot, and the rooted and broken arms were in the air. Rotating inserted in the desert.

Bang!

Horchiton fell heavily to the ground, and the blood sprayed out along the broken roots of the bowl, half of his body and trouser legs were stained blood.

Daz Bowness cut off a piece of stiff flesh that overflowed with black blood on his forearm, revealing the steel-blade-like bone underneath. He glanced at the position of Yallin warily, and saw that the latter’s expression was indifferent and no rescue action. , Only smiled coldly and raised his hand knife to prepare to kill Horchiton.

“I’ve broken one arm, don’t you plan to save your subordinates?” Klockdal spit out the smoke ring for a long while, and he saw only ruthless indifference on Yarlin’s face.

“If one subordinate is dead, just change another one. The burden is not worth living!” Yarlin didn’t blink, and sneered: “Where is the truth about rescuing subordinates again and again, are you right? ?”

Klockdall observed Yarlin’s expression and tone. He realized that the other party seemed to be really not caring about the life and death of his subordinates. He turned to laughter on his face: “It’s a cruel character.”

Huh!

The blade wind that cut the air swept across, and a sand wall was blocked in the air and split in half, and a hoarse voice came out, “This time, let’s stop here for the time being!”

Daz Bowness heard Krokdahl’s order and immediately curbed his killing intent, tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around his bleeding forearm, and stood behind Krokdahl.

Horqiton got up from the ground, his pupils did not have the slightest horror of walking away from the ghost door, his face was indifferent and cold, and he stepped on his arms on the ground, as if it were a body that was randomly discarded instead of his own, and he did the same. Walking back to Yallin, the shoulders glowed with a scarlet luster as he walked around, as if the edges of the muscles and bones were covered with a thick red slurry.

The smooth bone layer began to twist strangely, and the white calcium slurry was solidifying and shaping, but it was not the shape of a human arm at all, but a hideous layer of joints extending outward, looking like a terrifying white The centipede came out inch by inch from the arm, and stretched to the ground for a length of two meters.

The dark blood in the turbidity flows slowly along the joints and stains it, and then condenses into a layer of weird fleshy buds, which makes people feel like a layer of goose bumps all over the body.

“Interesting ability!” Klockdal’s eyes shone coldly. “I believe that if Colonel Arlin takes off his navy coat, he will definitely be a big pirate who will make the government a headache!”

“Just kidding, I can’t bear to throw away the military uniform I’m wearing now.” Yallin grinned, showing his white teeth, and said meaningfully: “The navy is justice!”

“Justice!” Klockdall’s lips fluttered, and his face also showed an intriguing smile. “A good start. I begin to believe that in the land of Alabastan, we will all get what we want.”

“Happy cooperation!” The two ghost fetuses are both sly heroes who cannibalize people without spitting out bones. At the same time, countless malicious calculations flashed through the bottom of my heart with a sneer, but on the surface they showed a big smile of sympathy at the same time.

A house made of solid gravel and black silk was newly built on the ruins of the Baroque studio stronghold. The smell of blood in the air has been swallowed by the overturned desert. Standing on the left and right in the doorway, in the flat, spacious but empty house, Krokdal and Yarlin sat opposite each other.

Under Klockdal’s buttocks is a solid chair with gravel. With a cigar in his hand, he faintly exhales the smoke ring and said deeply: “23 years ago, the Pirate King Gore D. Roger was executed in the town of Rogge. At that time, I was standing on the scene and witnessed the head of the invincible man being cut off.”

“The dead body’s corpse, his head rolled down, his eyes were still open when he died, and his mouth seemed to have a crazy laugh. His blood was soaked in the execution platform, but what the Navy did not expect was, Originally, I wanted to use Roger’s public execution to demonstrate the power of justice, but I did not expect that Roger’s blood would dye the entire sea red. An era of great pirates that is no longer under the control of the government has arrived.”

“What do you think of Roger?” Yarlin sat on the black threaded sofa, leaning halfway, holding a burning cigar in his hand, and said lightly: “Unfortunately, there are only cigarettes and no alcohol, otherwise we can respect. Roger has a glass.”

“Everyone who died on this sea, their blood is the drink to pay tribute to Roger.” Klockdal took a sip of his cigar, and said with emotion: “He is a successful man, he opened this A magnificent era; however, he was also a loser because he fell at the beginning of the era.”

Yallin squinted his eyes. He didn’t bother to comment on people who were already dead. It didn’t make any sense. Whether it was to the dead or the living, he looked at Klockdal and said quietly: ” For careerists, this may be the best era, an unprecedented weak government, a ruthless truth and justice, a chaotic bloody order… Heh~ we have to thank Roger, we all like this era, so we I also like a turbulent Alabastan, which is in our interest.”