Pirate’s Brood Order

bang dang dang...

The rusty sign that kept shaking in the wind and sand could vaguely see a line of slogans praising the king. Red paint was splashed on the slogan, and there was a rotten skeleton hanging on it. The meat had long been eaten by vultures passing by. After gnawing cleanly, the two ferocious and empty eye sockets stared at the ground buried in the yellow sand.

On the Gobi Desert in the distance, some leaky hut tents were scattered scattered, and there was a sour smell everywhere. A group of guys dressed as refugees in ragged clothes gathered in the huts. Occasionally, there were some people carrying guns. A man with rough skin walks around.

This place is like a camp for refugees. Years of drought and lack of rain, the king's stupor and rebellious people, Alabasta is like a powder keg that is about to explode at any time. The breath of restlessness, tyranny, and despair is like this Boundless wind and sand are attacking every inch of living soil.

A string of bullets splashed smoke and dust on the ground, and Li Pa stopped suddenly, because his haggard face, which was slightly dissatisfied with the soil, became more and more gloomy, and he raised his head and stared at the direction of the bullets.

A man with gauze wrapped around his head held a musket and carefully hid behind the tent. Behind the tent, there were some men holding torches looking over with bloodshot eyes, and the blood vessels floating on their faces were full of twisted and violent desires. : "This camp is full, go elsewhere."

Lipa glanced at the mess in the camp, he looked back in a dark way, and turned around to avoid it.

"Wait a minute, leave the food and water on your body!"

A woman emerged from behind the tent, staring at the water bottle hanging on Lipa's waist, her thin cheeks and unusually protruding eyeballs combined together to be hideous and ugly.

The woman's reminder made the breathing of the men around him heavy, the voices of greed and panting seemed to be rubbing against the bullets in the gun chamber, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air became hot.

"You want the water in my jar?" Lipa stopped, and Dio, who was behind him, took a step forward and stuck to Lipa's side.

But Lipa untied the water jug ​​tied around his waist, then unscrewed the cap, and the jug suddenly fell down.

boom!

Gunshot!

Dio stretched out his hand to hold the bullet in the palm of his hand and crushed it into dregs. Lipa raised his eyelids and showed a terrifying smile on his face. A bloody red liquid was poured out of his jar, and the liquid was mixed with pink flesh foam. This is blood squeezed out of people.

He poured out half a can, and put it near his mouth to moisten his skin and dry throat, "This damn country, and this desert with no way out, can any of you tell me where the rebel army is?"

The rebel army is officially called the "rebel army" in Alabasta. It was originally composed of mobs and bandits, but now it shows signs of developing into the largest rebel army in Alabasta, and is being surrounded by the garrison However, it has grown stronger and stronger, and there is a vague tendency to overthrow the entire country in the near future.

"Tell me where the rebel army is, and I'll leave this jar to you, otherwise..." Lipa shook the jar and made a "creaking" sound: "Kill you all."

half an hour later.

A strong, disgusting bloody smell wafted over the entire camp. Dio hooked hundreds of stone chains with his hands, all of which were covered with scraps of meat. When he shook his hands, all the stone chains shook tremblingly. The crushed flesh and blood seemed to be rolled by chains, strangely seeped into the texture of the stone, and gradually disappeared.

For transformants that can evolve, their bodies have some black silk tissues as organs for transformation, and they can also rely on killing to plunder the nutrients they need for growth and evolution.

"The flesh and blood of those dead people was swallowed by stones, and it feels more and more like Colonel Yarlin's. The monsters created by Yarlin are just like himself, they are all human-eating monsters!"

Lipa subconsciously pinched the flesh on her stomach, thinking quietly in her heart that he kicked the man limp on the ground: "You know where the rebel army is, then take me there."

"I know, I know!!" The man nodded like garlic, his tongue stuttering like a knot.

Lipa squatted down and wrapped the jar refilled with blood around her waist, and signaled the man to lead the way with her eyes, while Diou followed behind Lipa expressionlessly, her eyes would occasionally roll quietly, as if He was remembering, or thinking about something.

Half a month has passed, and the Baroque Studio, which is hiding in the desert and monitoring the movements of the Navy Branch, has not found any abnormalities. If there is anything unusual about the operation, it is too quiet, especially at night, the entire branch base seems to fall into deathly silence.

"It's too quiet. If I didn't see the figure of the navy, I almost thought that there were dead people in the naval base." The monitoring agent hid his whole body behind Sha Po, and he threw the extended binoculars to the accomplice next to him.

"When it's completely dark, we can go inside and check it out." Another agent suggested after watching with a telescope for a while.

"Also!"

The sky gradually darkened.

The two figures walked around to the back wall of the Navy Branch in small steps, climbed up lightly, jumped over the barbed wire above the ground, rolled and hid behind the building.

"The vigilance is very lax. I didn't see any soldiers patrolling at night."

"Sure enough, it's very quiet. Are they all asleep? All the rooms seem to have their curtains drawn. It's strange. Do you feel that the temperature inside the base is much cooler than outside?"

"Hush!"

"What's wrong?"

"It seems that there is something staring at us in the dark. I may be wrong. Let's go around the base and then go out quickly. I think something is wrong." The agent who spoke looked to the side There are some wrinkled cracks on the wall, and he always feels that something is wrong, and he feels a little hairy.

tread……

Dull footsteps sounded on the playground. There was only one footstep, and the two of them turned pale with shock. The sound of footsteps came to their ears suddenly and clearly, without any signs of approaching from far to near. This meant that this person had been standing all the time. It was there, except that neither of them had seen it just now.

Wow... The rustling sand fell on the playground with the sound of footsteps.

"That person was lying in the sand just now, so we didn't notice it." Hearing the sound of the sand falling, the two secret agents seemed to see a man buried in the sand standing up and walking towards here The look of coming.