Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 89 The Gatekeeper (First)

Lifting the quilt, revealing a sweaty head, a pair of eyeballs stared at the ceiling unblinkingly, like a fate hidden in the gray wall.

Yes!

The direction of destiny has been changed!

last night!

His mind is still full of scenes from last night. First he came out of the warehouse. He hid the mask in his arms and walked back to the dormitory. Then when he went to the bathroom at night, he went to the back of the corridor. Suddenly there was a low voice calling his name.

He turned around and saw a weird mask, surrounded by black patterns but pale in the middle, like eyes gradually surrounded by darkness.

He was taken aback, but he did not react excessively, because he immediately realized that this was a member of the “Freemason”, and sure enough, he heard the voice behind the mask in the next second: “You want Join Freemasonry and become a full member?”

“Yes, I hope!” He replied without hesitation. When thinking of the evening scene, the blood in his body seemed to be agitated again.

“Very well, put on your mask and go with me!” The voice said so, he even held back his urine, returned to the dormitory, picked up the mask and walked out without disturbing anyone.

They followed the shadows and walked all the way to the area where the sergeant lived, without being noticed by anyone, but thanks to the lax internal management, they turned in from a hidden window on the first floor.

There is a little dust in the room, which means that the owner of the house has not returned for some time. Everyone of the non-commissioned officers lives in a separate room, and the masked man with him clearly knows that the owner of this house is not there.

At that moment, De Follett seemed to realize something, and he felt a trembling inexplicably in his heart as he looked at the back in front of him.

The masked man stopped, seemed to feel his panic, then turned around and asked him a few questions. His tone was very calm, but it seemed to have some convincing power to make his emotions. Be comforted.

He answered his question. The question was very simple. It was the meaning of “Freemasonry”. He listened very engrossly in the evening and remembered every word deeply.

His answer is not bad!

“We are each other’s sharpest sword and hardest shield!” His expression was also covered by the mask, but he knew that he must be excited under the mask at that moment. These words gave him inexplicable strength.

“Then are you willing to rescue one of your companions from the abyss, with blood and death!” The masked man immediately asked him a question.

De Follett realized that this was the test, it was the official test for him to join the Freemasonry. He did not answer immediately, but took two deep breaths, because he had a foreboding that what would happen next, he was not in Hesitating, he is strengthening his will.

“I do!” De Follett said.

Next, as he imagined, he followed the masked man to the door of a certain room on the second floor. The masked man drew a needle-like thing to unlock the door, and he followed in.

He closed the door with his backhand, and the room was dark and there was no one. Then the masked man asked him to stand at the door and handed a dagger over.

“When someone comes back, kill him!”

De Follett took the cold dagger, leaned his back against the same cold wall, and replied in a hoarse voice: “Okay!”

He is a soldier who has only joined the navy for two years. He has participated in 9 missions to hunt for pirates. He performed very well among naval soldiers. He killed 24 pirates in 9 missions. He himself remembered all of them. So, even though none of these military achievements were counted on his head, otherwise he would have become a non-commissioned officer.

No way, who told him that he would not slap a horse, and he likes to contradict him. If he hadn’t been for his outstanding ability, I am afraid he would have been dispatched to a certain corner to eat ashes. All the tasks were assigned to him, and all he got was more and more scars on his chest.

He was full of hatred in his heart, but he never succumbed to those scum, he was De Follett, he was a real navy, and today, will he personally kill a non-commissioned officer in a navy uniform?

His hands were stained with the blood of pirates, but he had never waved a knife to the navy.

“No, it’s not a navy uniform on a ship that deserves to be called a navy. What I’m going to kill is just a scum like my superior.” De Follett said firmly to himself. The man who didn’t need a mask told him this. The non-commissioned officer in the room is such a nasty bastard, he doesn’t need it at all. Since he is being targeted by the “Freemason”, they will naturally have his way of death, and all he has to do is to pass the test and become a full member of the Freemasonry. , And also, is to save the companion who sinks into the abyss.

That’s right, companion!

De Follett knows that when he passes the test, that companion will surely regain the courage of a new life. He will also take off the mask on his face at a certain moment and become a mutual aid, just like that Jonitz. Part of the meeting, and find the meaning of survival.

Bah…

The door lock turned, and De Follett saw a tall navy push the door and walk in.

The other party didn’t notice anyone in the room, and habitually reached out and pressed the switch next to him without any vigilance. Di Follett held his breath, and when the other party’s finger was about to touch the light, he suddenly stabbed with a knife.

Huh!

The sharp blade pierced the opponent’s shoulder blade, and the entire front end of the dagger was submerged. In the last moment, his hand shook uncontrollably, and slightly stabbed. He clenched his teeth and immediately pulled out the knife. The hot blood splashed into the opponent’s navy. The medal on his shoulder indicates that this is an ensign.

The second lieutenant lost his face in shock, and wanted to scream for help. Then a palm gently squeezed his chin from behind, and he heard a crackling sound, his entire jaw joint was removed, and the scream was screamed. Swallowing back to his throat, De Follett realized that the masked man was helping him.

Just removing the function of the ensign’s voice, the palm of his hand was retracted to the side to watch the play, and there was no intention to intervene. De Follett breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This was his own test. He looked at the ensign again, in his eyes. There was no vacillation, it was all cold and bitterly killing intent.

The lieutenant turned in horror and wanted to run. He was caught up from behind. He quickly swung his forearm and pierced the opponent’s body three times in a row. He drew out his dagger. Turning back stiffly, wanting to see clearly the face of killing others.

“Throw the dagger on the ground and leave the rest to me to take care of. Go back and wash all the blood on your body, and do whatever you need to do the next day.”

Knowing that he had passed the test, De Follett couldn’t help showing a smile on his face. He looked at the weird mask on the opposite side and asked, “Who are you?”

“You will know in the future. Now, you can call me the gatekeeper for the time being!” The voice under the black and white mask was deep and indifferent.

The monotonous voice is like the eternal night, but it contains the power of light, and De Follett keeps this voice firmly in his heart.