Pirate’s Brood Order

Mr. 8 and Miss. made a big circle and drilled into the depths of the dense forest on Wednesday. The two of them stared at the belly-exploding corpse in the col. The smell of blood in the air had not completely dissipated.

"Do you want to make contact?" The two of them did not approach the tomb out of caution, but hid on the opposite side of the mountain, their eyes rolled slowly, as if they were thinking about something and hadn't decided yet.

"We do need the help of this naval captain, but the premise is that he can reach Alabasta alive to take over Corum's position." Miss. Wednesday, listening to the sound of gunshots exploding in the woods, the sound of blood splattering corpses, in her eyes A flash of compassion was quickly replaced by determination: "Although this decision is cruel, we cannot expose ourselves easily."

"Someone has come out!" Mr. 8 bent down and stared at the location of the tomb, a stern face that seemed to be polished by rocks came into his sight, and the moon frost slanted across the mountain, dragging his shadow on the ground The old man was so long, the cross pattern on his forehead between the brows was as black as ink, giving people a deep and obscure feeling, and he glanced over as if he had noticed something.

"It's that Colonel Yarlin!" Mr. 8 felt his heart twitch inexplicably, feeling like being stared at by some kind of cold-blooded and wet animal, and a cold feeling crawled up his back from the grass.

Miss. Wednesday didn't speak, her eyes were tightly locked on Yarlin's body, just observing from a distance, she seemed to have felt a murderous and fierce aura rushing towards her.

She saw three figures coming out from the back of the tomb, two navy soldiers, and an ugly man facing a disfigured face with one eye open and a cold aura exuding from his body, following behind Yarlin step by step.

boom!

Another muffled gunshot echoed in the woods, Yarlin's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and a black afterimage was pulled out on the slope of the col, winding and twisting like a deep black ribbon, black Behind the belt followed a slightly strange figure.

"He discovered us just now!" Mr. 8 let out a breath of cold air and said to Miss. Wednesday, "I have a feeling that this Colonel Yarlin is a very dangerous person."

Miss. Wednesday's eyes showed a light of thought, she stared at the afterimage in the mountain depression that had not completely dissipated, then turned around and headed into the woods.

Looking down from a high altitude, the continuous afterimages are like a black python swimming on the ground. Yarlin's figure suddenly stopped. He stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by scorched bullet marks, fragmented and mutilated corpses. One block, he casually broke the neck of a sneak attacking spy, and flicked it lightly like throwing garbage, the corpse made a sound like air leakage in mid-air, and an inconspicuous black line shot out from the neck and shrunk. Looking back at the palm of Yarlin's hand, and looking at the body that fell to the ground, there was only a shriveled human skin and scattered clothes falling on the ground.

Yarlin glanced gloomy and stern at the agents of the Baroque studio standing around him, and the red and black numbers were reflected on his retina, "It doesn't matter if you are pirates or anything else, in short, you came here very well. It's time."

The progress of the brood is just short of the final touch!

"The target appears, kill him!"

By coincidence, the agents of the Baroque studio raised their guns and aimed at Yarlin to surround and shoot.

bang bang bang!

Like a shattered movement played, a firepower net woven by bullets enveloped him, and Yarlin walked forward, as if he didn't care about the hail of bullets, but slowly raised his left hand above his head.

Black Birdcage!

Countless black threads shot out from the palm of his hand, like a firework blasting towards the sky, and the black threads falling from the spindle were like a birdcage under an upside-down cover.

The sound of sliding and splashing, the strange sliding of the bullets and changing the trajectory, all turned into life-threatening stray bullets and refracted back, the messy memorials were suddenly silenced, replaced by the sound of bullets piercing through the muscles and bones, and blood "gurgling" During the spraying, the bodies staggered and fell to the ground.

The black bird cage scattered and fell to the ground, like blooming and spreading petals radiating around Yarlin as the center, and like countless poisonous snakes crawling, and the surrounding hundred meters were instantly swept away. There is no living person standing.

A corpse lying limp on the ground, or a seriously injured staring at the black thread entering the body through the seven orifices, soon even the sound of breathing stops abruptly, leaving nothing but the wind blowing and being swallowed dry. The sound of the corpse's skin slapping the ground was very creepy.

Miss. Wednesday covered her mouth, let out a breath of cold air, and looked at Mr. 8 in horror, and saw her frightened and pale complexion in the pupils of the other party.

Sendu, who was hiding in the distance, and some surviving naval officers came out from behind the cover, and looked at the figure of the man in the center one by one, with irrepressible fanaticism in their eyes.

boom!

Gunshot!

The black line on the ground stood up vertically on the ballistic without wind. Yarlin turned his head, and he saw a scorched hole in the middle of the black line, and the bullet that brushed his cheek pierced a tree behind him. A hole the size of a head.

He rubbed his cheek with his finger, and there was a slight tingling sensation of smoke burning on it. He looked towards the edge of the forest expressionlessly, and the man holding the extended version of the musket looked at him at the same time, with long blond hair Blown by the wind like a lion's shaggy mane.

"Kill him!"

Yarlin stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and a running figure flew across the air like a steel meteor, smashing hard towards the edge of the forest.

Hodgton strode forward with stiff legs, his arms stretched out like a big bird, his hands hooked across the tree trunks he touched, and in the red light, those trees suddenly burst into steel-like trees The spear swished away.

"Another ability user! It's a loss, you have to pay more!" The blond man's mouth twitched slightly, but there was no panic in his eyes. He slid back and opened the distance. The speed was so fast that it formed a virtual image, and the air directly facing the gun seemed to be cracked and cracked like a solid mirror.

bang bang bang bang...

The tree spears that shot towards them were shattered almost simultaneously in mid-air, and the friction of the bullets' lasing penetration burned the tree spears into scorched red fragments and scattered them on the ground.

Hoggiton inserted his hands into the ground, and one after another condensed steel-like stone walls stood up and piled up. The sound of popping lasings smashed the stone walls into a sieve, and the scorched bullet hole fragments even dyed one side of the stone wall into black brown. It can be seen that The opponent's firepower is fierce.

With a distance of tens of meters, the air between the two was filled with the sound of rumbling thunder, and stone walls stood around Hodgton as if they had no end. There was no emotion on his face, as if he was the most patient person. The hunter is waiting for the moment when the other party takes a breath.

"It's really troublesome!" The blond man frowned, and suddenly took out a special bullet from his trouser leg and added it to the lasing bullet rain.

boom!

In the dull gunshots, there was an extremely subtle sound of beeping...