"Are these your last words?"
Under the mask, the corners of his mouth curled up indifferently. He stepped on the broken sofa in front of him, and the recoil force pushed the sofa to the ground, leaving scratches on the ground. His whole body jumped five meters, his knees together, and he leaped forward like a cannonball.
"Coward who doesn't dare to show his true face, you're the one who's going to die!"
Monca took a step forward, and the heavy axe slashed diagonally. The cold and ferocious wind cut the pants of his opponent, but he only saw the opponent's waist suddenly pull in his stomach in mid-air, as if he was suspended in mid-air for a moment. His body seemed to be lifted by half, and he suddenly stepped on the axe with one foot, while the other leg took advantage of the momentum to dive down, and his right knee was fierce.
Monca hurriedly squatted down, and the masked man's knee hit the air, and a muffled sound exploded in the air. He immediately stretched his body, and bent his legs to fall down.
Monca felt his shoulders sink, and his neck stiffly raised. Without any explanation, he raised the axe and slashed upwards, and then he felt his whole neck was hooked, and the world was spinning as he flew out.
Bang bang … Clang clang …
The table and chairs were knocked over, and the bottles and cups were broken on the ground. Monca was paralyzed on the ground, and his neck seemed to be broken. Even the slightest movement would cause his muscles to twitch in pain.
He roared, and suddenly half of his body climbed up from the ground. He saw a foot heavily stepping on his head, and pressed him back to the ground. At the same time, a strange voice said, "0.3 units of quality, what a pity, I need you to live a little longer!"
"You bastard, take your foot away." Monca howled angrily.
"Please keep quiet!"
In the indifferent commanding tone, the foot above his head stepped harder. He felt his entire face deform and groan. His consciousness gradually became blurry. The last thing he felt was the pain from the pressure on his carotid artery. It was as if someone had cut off the blood supply for a long time. His consciousness completely fell into darkness.
Seeing Colonel Monca's face turn strangely green, the masked man slowly moved his elbow away. This was a torture method invented by one of his capable subordinates in his previous life. The principle was very simple, by cutting off the blood flow of the carotid artery, causing the brain to be deprived of oxygen for a long time, and causing irreversible damage. This way, the person would not die, but would be severely unconscious. Even if the person woke up, there was a high probability of dementia and blurred consciousness.
The only difficult thing to do was to not accidentally kill the person. The people in this world's physical fitness was higher than in his previous life, so he deliberately doubled the time.
Taking off his mask, Arlen's cold face was revealed. He reached out and touched Monka's carotid artery. His pulse was unusually weak, but it was still working.
Outside the door.
There was also a short commotion. A few naval guards on duty seemed to have heard the commotion and ran over to check. Then they found a group of masked marines outside. Then, there was no more. They had turned into a few corpses lying on the ground. The corpses were dragged into the house.
"Clean up the outside, leave two people inside and lock the door from the inside. Don't let anyone in." Yarlin took off his mask and ordered.
Csónitz and Gagou took off their masks and threw them to the other members. Then they entered the house and locked the door and windows from the inside. Then they looked at each other and gritted their teeth.
Bang … Bang …
A dull thud and a muffled groan sounded. The two men fell to the ground in harmony with the corpses around them.
… ….
An hour later.
The 153rd Marine's search was still concentrated in the center of Shields, far from spreading to the outskirts of the town. Arlen circled around and returned to the gray-white low-rise building.
In the dark and gloomy corridor, two men in Navy uniforms looked at Yarlin coming over. They slowly took off the masks on their faces. Their faces were full of questions and anxiety.
"Colonel Monca has been taken care of. We are only one step away from taking control of the 153 Branch." Yarlin knew what they were worried about and immediately said.
They looked at each other. The last worry in their eyes retreated. Their eyes were full of fanaticism and determination. "We came from despair. We are the only justice … We will use our lives to fulfill our oath."
"Your sacrifice is meaningful." Yarlin looked at the two men and said in a heavy tone, "Then, let's start."
After that.
Yarlin took off his clean uniform, revealing his bruised body. His whole body was blue and red all over. He seemed to have been tortured. Then he took the tattered Navy uniform that had long been stained with blood and put it on. His hair was messed up again. The wall ash and the blood of some unknown animal were smeared on his hair and cheeks.
A deep cut was made on his palm. Yarlin gritted his teeth and inserted a thin nail into his flesh inch by inch. Then he turned his hand over and was tied up by the two Marines with a hemp rope.
Bang!
The door was kicked open. Yarlin staggered forward and fell to the ground. In the room, Berroumebé, whose hands and feet were also tied with ropes, was curled up in the corner. His body also had some bruises, but compared to Yarlin, it was much less. At the moment, he looked at the masked Marines in horror.
"Hey, this Marine recruit is really a loyal dog. Unfortunately, he will go to hell with you, young master Berroumebé." The dark voice made Berroumebé's heart beat wildly. "What did you say?"
"Hey hey hey, our young master Berroumebé is locked up here. You don't know that Colonel Monca has mobilized the entire Navy Branch 153 to find you."
The first sentence made Berroumebé happy, but the second sentence made him feel like he fell into an ice cave: "So, Colonel Monca doesn't have many Marines guarding him. Lieutenant Colonel Satoni has already sent his confidants to send Colonel Monca to heaven. As for you, as long as Lieutenant Colonel Satoni sends the news, you can go and reunite with your father."
Berroumebé was stunned. The Marine laughed strangely, turned around and slammed the door.
After a long time, Berroumebé recovered. He panicked and moved to Yarlin's side and said in panic: "Yarlin, are you okay?"
For the past few days, they had been imprisoned here. Every time the two masked Marines wanted to come in and humiliate Bellu Mayber for fun, Arlen would stand in front of them, and the price for that was naturally a body full of scars. He saw all of this with his own eyes, and naturally, he was extremely grateful and trusting.
"I'm okay." Yarlin slowly got up from the ground and squeezed out an ugly smile to Berroumebé. He said with difficulty: "Lieutenant Colonel Satoni is going to attack Colonel Monca. We don't have time. We must find a way to escape from here and go back to report to Colonel Monca."
"But we're all tied up, there's no chance at all." Bellu Maybo cried in despair.
"Believe me, we will have a chance."
Yarlin stared at Berroumebé with an unusually firm look. Then he turned around and spread out his bloodstained palm. In front of Berroumebé's trembling eyes, he used his fingers to pull out a slender iron nail from the wound on his palm.
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