Pirate’s Brood Order

Alex.

In the ruins of a shelled wreck on the outskirts of the city, countless rioters in variegated clothes rushed out of the collapsed alleyway with steel knives and guns in their hands, still howling angry abuse in their mouths.

Interspersed with gunshots, ambiguous cursing and howling intermittently, the general content can tell that they are rebels who were unwilling to resign to the death of Prime Minister Jomir, and they were rebels against the rule of Alex's royal family in despair. mob.

Of course, these are the official statements of Alex, and Fick led the formation of "A new army of Alex" to this battlefield to participate in this bloody suppression.

Nominally, this new army formed is Alex's army, and Fick has already changed into Alex's army uniform. The black and green combination is barely in line with his appetite. He is the leader of this new army. commander.

"Truth? Right or wrong? Justice?"

These esoteric words have never stopped in Fick's brain for a moment. His severely degenerated narrow brain capacity full of muscles and bloodthirsty has long been filled with Arlin's orders and instructions. up.

"These rioters dared to resist the rule of His Majesty Narifucher, and they must be suppressed in the bloodiest way. Only in this way can those bastards whose reason has been burned by ambition hide back in the dark stinky ditch, and let Ah Alex regained his calm and tranquility." The official sent by the royal family showed a bloodthirsty and distorted expression on his face, gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"I have received instructions and will cooperate with the royal family's actions. We also hope to see that Alex's political situation can be stable." Fick raised his arm and swung it down. The army behind him strode towards the battlefield, and he himself Then the first one rushed into the bloody alley like a violent whirlwind.

"kill him!"

"The executioners of the royal family will die a terrible death!"

A few figures rushed out from the alley, among them was a half-grown boy with a hatchet wrapped in his hand, staring at the murderers who destroyed their home with resentful eyes, shouting hysterically and rushing to kill them, but was caught A long sword slashed obliquely into two severed corpses.

Fick's weird palm was cut off from his wrist, and shot out like a cannonball. The steel knife that was grasped was razor-sharp and hung down, splitting the "mob" into two halves, and hot blood sprayed from the middle. Part of it splashed onto the people nearby, and part of the blade was stained red with blood.

Fick glanced coldly at the severed corpse on the ground, the other palm was straightened, and all five fingers wearing black iron hooks like poisonous bee tail needles were broken at the same root, and shot out "swish swish swish".

Puff puffs were dripping with blood, holes the size of babies' fists were pierced through the middle of their necks, and they staggered forward and fell hard to the ground.

With the blood fingers rejoined and the red sword in hand, Fick glanced coldly across the battlefield, but his mind was already elsewhere: "Black Skull Pirates, hey, William, you really know how to name names!"

As Arlin's most trusted and oldest confidant, he, Fick, cannot be compared to William.

Rows of soldiers passed behind him, and the dense bullets swept across the ground like a plow, leaving sieve-shaped bullet holes on the wreckage of the building, which coincided with the rising of the early sun, emitting rays of light and shadow .

William licked the corner of his mouth, raised the long sword in his hand, and roared angrily, "Not one left!"

The rain of bullets shredded a flesh and blood body, rows of knives blazed down, blood shot up into the sky and fell into rain and mist, and human heads rolled to the ground.

The royal official with a distorted and excited face approached Fick, and said in a low voice, "His Majesty Narifcher asked me to tell you about the role played by the 153rd branch of the Navy in the days when people suspected of being in the navy were inquiring about Jomir's death. His Majesty Narif has ordered his officials to handle the interrogation in secret, and the confession points to Colonel Smoker, the white hunter in the East China Sea..."

"Smog the White Hunter?!" Fick heard this name for the first time. He rubbed the handle of the knife with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

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at the same time.

In the expanded conference room of the Navy Club, except for a few members who did not come for some reason, the rest of the full 73 official members gathered and sat around an extremely huge mahogany table.

The second-level members sat together, and the chair in the center was empty. Colonel Yarlin, who represented the 153rd branch of the Navy, did not participate in this meeting. This was the first time in history that Colonel Yarlin was absent. , Some members subconsciously looked there twice more with their eyes.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world, not to mention what happened in the East China Sea. The colonels present here have more or less heard some rumors, but their expressions are different.

Compared with the different looks of the first-level members, the faces of the second-level members are all sullen and stinking. These people have basically been bound up with Yarlin to form a community of interests, and some of them Received Yarlin's life-saving grace!

"Everyone here should have heard about it, and Colonel Yarlin, one of the founders of the Navy Club, was also absent this time. Presumably everyone has secretly guessed the reason." Jones said Tapping the table with his fingers lightly, attracting everyone's attention, he said in a cold voice, "We won't go around the corner anymore. Colonel Yarlin is in trouble. Colonel Greg is on the lookout!"

Veteran navy colonels all know Smoker's name, but junior navy colonels may not have known it before, and they all know the name of White Hunter during this time.

"Hey...Smog is not considered our colonel in the East China Sea. He doesn't look down on this 'weakest sea', but he has never had any dealings with us trash!" Hu Qi snapped off a beard. He said angrily: "He was dispatched to the East China Sea, and he has always been reluctant, but he has always regarded himself as a colonel directly under the headquarters. I think that almost no one here has dealt with this colonel, right? I once tried to invite Smoker to come to my branch as a guest, but unfortunately they didn't even bother to respond."

"That's right, this Smoker is a guy with nostrils on his eyes. In his eyes, the entire East China Sea is like a cesspool. We, the colonels of the various branches of the East China Sea, are a bunch of people who eat food soaked in pickles. Shit incompetent waste." Dick raised his eyelids, and added in a strange way: "Don't think I'm ugly, this is the true portrayal of us in Colonel Smoker's eyes."

These two sentences are like a firecracker falling into a cesspit, splashing feces and urine on everyone, and immediately ignited the anger. Obviously, few people present have a friendly attitude towards Smoker, and they all start to spit right now Xingzi, even if there are a few colonels who remain calm and rational, they naturally have to join the common enemy.

Jonesdo glanced at Hu Qi and Dickna, and there was a hint of cunning in his faint eyes. Like a brilliant composer, he quietly set the tone of the entire repertoire from the very beginning.

Thanks to the sister of the house for the 500 points reward, and thanks to the god Jiang for the 500 points reward!