Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 352 Deep Malice

In the cold wind, rustling leaves fell on the moldy stone platform. Faulkner sat on the damp stone platform, raising his binoculars from time to time to look at the coast.

“Is that the ship?”

This is a remote island. It is the island where Faulkner and Yarlin agreed to meet. He is now on a high platform on the island, just enough to have a panoramic view of the coast. He suddenly got up and looked at a boat. The eye-catching merchant ship sailed slowly in and docked on the beach.

He looked through the binoculars, and there was a strange figure on the deck where there were some debris piled up without a walking person, and suddenly a strange figure came out from the cabin and mirrored in the binoculars.

That person is weird because the skin on his face is covered with weird green moss. Those green moss are squirming like living creatures, and a layer of looming rust insects shuttles back and forth between the green moss and the pores.

“Is there moss on your face?”

Faulkner subconsciously turned his head to look at the stone platform just sitting under his buttocks. His mouth opened into a nest shape. He saw the moss multiply and split strangely. The mould-covered stone platform cracked open, and a human figure condensed by the squirming of the moss. Emerged.

The green moss gathered to form a human, and the appearance was not the same as the person on the deck just now. Faulkner looked at the deep concave eye socket of the other party, and there was a strange ball-shaped moss growing in the eye socket as if it was blooming in bloom.

“Colon Arlin invites you to come over!”

Faulkner suddenly turned his head and looked at the boat. There was clearly an ordinary figure standing there, and it was also looking towards it. The corners of the green moss mouth seemed to be repeating the same lip shape.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Faulkner looked up at Yallin, who was standing at the bow of the ship and looked down. He was parked on the beach, five meters away from the bow. The closer he got to the ordinary merchant ship, the more instinct he was. Perceived a certain dangerous aura, as if passing through the rough ship walls and dispersing in the air, as if there were countless terrifying monsters hiding behind the invisible ship walls and breathing quietly.

As a spy who survives and walks in the dark shadows, Faulkner has a keen sense of danger. He meets Yarlin’s gaze, his throat is slightly dry and itchy, and he is secretly frightened: “It’s only a long time. Have you grown into this terrifying situation? Just the oppressive feeling in my eyes makes me feel like stepping on the edge of a cliff. If I am not careful, my bones will disappear.”

“Colonel Arlin, I’m glad to see you alive.” Faulkner is good at walking on steel knives. There are waves in his heart, but the surface is not revealed. The hypocritical smirk hangs on the old wrinkled face. Looks gloomy.

“What’s more gratifying is that I brought a devil fruit.” Yarlin spread out his palm to reveal a dark fruit full of weird and complicated patterns. It was cold, dead, and evil, even though it was separated from the distance. It was still difficult to stop the coveting and enthusiasm in Faulkner’s eyes.

“It is indeed a fruit that is very suitable for espionage survival. I am really reluctant to give it to others.” Yarlin licked his lips, and gently picked his finger. The fruit threw a black parabola in the air, and was caught by Faulkner. Catch it.

“The soundtrack fruit, the shape and texture do match the shape of the fruit. It is not a transfer of ability, but is it directly extracted from the body of the capable person? It is really an incredible ability…” Faulkner’s eyes Zidi turned around, and all kinds of associations popped up in his mind for a moment, and he swallowed for a long while and vomited: “The fruit is black? What’s the matter with this cold air?”

Arlin rubbed his fingers, and a trace of entangled black thread swayed back and forth between the fingertips, the dark and deep was dyed with a cold breath, “It’s just a little insignificant dyeing. If you think the fruit has deteriorated, you can give it back to me. , Hahaha~”

“Where is it!” Faulkner licked his dry lips, pondered for a while, and suddenly bit down on the devil fruit in one bite. There has never been anyone in this world who could refuse the gift of the devil. The cold flesh melted, and there was something in the juice. An invisible shadow penetrated together.

Faulkner felt the change in his body that could not be expressed in words, the strange tremors inside the two ears, like the entire ear bones were remelted and formed into a complex and special structure corridor, and the reverberating voiceprints vibrated and resonated in his It was resolved in the ear.

The air visible to the naked eye is full of sound ripples, and the intricate patterns seem to move the whole body. Faulkner’s heart is extremely agitated, and then he hears nine vague voiceprints from the back of the ship, which seem to be Weirdly overlapped together and converged into the same sound segment: “I-army-regiment-messenger-disciple -”

“Legion? Apostle?” Faulkner didn’t know. Therefore, his ears trembled slightly, his eyes glanced at Arlin’s position subconsciously, and then he felt that his mind was about to burst suddenly, and countless terrifying and strange soundtracks were overwhelming. The attack, as if countless vague shadows were watching in an instant, and it was as if a terrifying shadow was dormant in the abyss star sea staring at him indifferently.

His scalp was numb, and the noise in his ears hit, Faulkner felt that his head was about to explode, his scalp was tingling like an electric shock, and his bloodshot eyes were horrified to see Yarlin facing him. He grinned and showed his neat white teeth and said: “Don’t try to peek at my thoughts, it will die.”

Faulkner touched his ear, and traces of black blood permeated his heart. After a long time, his mind seemed to wake up from the drowsiness. With lingering palpitations, he scratched his stiff brain, and then took a piece of it from his arms. A rolled up profile photo was handed to Yarlin, “Is this the person you asked me to check?”

With a black bowler hat, a cold side face, and a white dove in a suit standing on the brim of the hat, Yarlin glanced at the photo and said: “Yes, this person, who is he?”

“Sure enough!” Faulkner said with a solemn expression: “Rob Luchi is a member of CP9. CP9 is the highest and most secret spy agency that belongs to the world government. The level can only find out his name, only knowing that his mission has never failed, and other secrets are difficult to detect. However, with the ability of this fruit, it will be much more convenient and concealed in the future…”

“CP9, the world government, haha~ should you say that you are a cruel politician, then, what role does the respectable and wise Warring States Marshal play in it?” Yarlin felt a little cold in his heart, and he has always been uneasy. The most malicious one comes to speculate on others, “Did the news of my death be heard in the ears of the big man very on time, but there was a slight deviation in the process, and it was dead in the hands of Doflamingo!”

Thinking more terribly, the day Yarlin died, that is, the same day Smogg arrived at the naval branch of Alabastan to take over. The calculation of the time in the middle was really just a coincidence, or some people deliberately. What about the layout?

Or it is a compromise default!