Chapter 102
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An inch long red iron nail was pulled out of his palm. Blood flowed out. Yarlin held the nail with his fingertips and cut the hemp rope tied to his wrist little by little.
The room was completely silent. Bellu Mayber's eyes were wide open as he watched the thick hemp rope slowly chipping away. He held his breath and glanced at the tightly shut door from time to time. No one had suddenly come in. Bellu Mayber's throat was dry. When he glanced back again, he saw that Arlen had broken the rope with his arms. Arlen had shaken off the rough rope and it had fallen to the ground. Then, he deftly untied the rope around his feet.
Yarlin squatted on the ground and went behind Berroumebé. He quickly untied the rope and pulled Berroumebé up. The two people moved a little in the room. Then Berroumebé hid at the foot of the bed and watched Yarlin walk to the door with nervous eyes.
The door was suddenly opened.
The two masked marines at the door seemed to be stunned. Then, a head popped into the room. Arlen was standing at the door with a sinister smile. His right hand shot out like lightning, and the nail he had pinched between his knuckles pierced Arlen's throat. There was a teeth-numbing screech as blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Half of Arlen's neck was pulled open, and the head under the mask drooped down weakly.
"Huhu …"
Gasping for breath, the masked Marine looked over and saw Arlen kick the masked Marine away. The masked Marine smashed into the wall of the corridor like a ragged sack, then slowly slid to the ground and stopped breathing.
"You …"
He spat out a word and stopped abruptly. Yarlin rushed close to him. His right hand clenched into a fist and punched the chin. The iron nail pierced through the chin from the bottom and fiercely pierced out from the mask.
Beneath the mask, the lips were pinned together, and the entire mask seemed to have been nailed to the face from the inside. Arlen loosened his grip and spread his fingers, slapping at the throat. The entire throat caved in, and the spine behind the neck protruded in the opposite direction. Dark red blood seeped out of the deathly white mask.
The corpses fell to the ground, and Arlen staggered back two steps as if he had lost all his strength. He leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. Behind the door, Bellu Maybach was shocked that Arlen had killed two people so quickly. He hurriedly ran over to support him.
"Yarlin, are you okay?"
"I'm okay. Just a little tired."
"Downstairs …"
"There should be no one outside. Otherwise, they would have heard the noise and ran up."
After a short and hurried conversation, Ya Erlin calmed down. He squatted down and stripped the two corpses of their navy uniforms and threw them to Bellu Mayber. "Our clothes are all covered in blood. We can't wear them anymore. Change into these."
Bellu Maybo took the clothes from the dead man and nodded with difficulty.
The two changed their clothes and walked out of the building. There was no one outside. The two looked at each other. Berroumebé said. "We have to go back immediately. Satoni, he …"
While they were talking, slightly messy footsteps came from the distance. Yarlin grabbed Berroumebé and left without saying anything. Berroumebé turned his head and saw two short-sleeved navy uniforms.
"We have to quietly sneak back to Navy Branch 153. We have to go back and warn Colonel Monca about Satoni's plot. Before that, we can't be seen by the other Marines." Yarlin didn't stop walking. He only paused a little. With a serious look, he stared at Berroumebé and said. "We can't tell if the Marines are here to save or to kill."
"Un … … Understood!" Berroumebé nodded heavily. He could only choose to believe in Yarlin. Moreover, in the past few days, Yarlin had used practical actions to win his absolute trust and dependence.
Taking a big detour, Berroumebé followed behind Yarlin. Yarlin was like a dexterous mouse. He was always able to avoid the Marines scattered in the city. Then the two finally returned to the entrance of Naval Branch 153.
"Here is enough. There is no need to hide."
The Marine guard at the door was shocked as he stared at Bellu Maybo walking in. He rubbed his eyes hard and opened his mouth wide. He didn't understand why Lieutenant Bellu Maybo, who had been searching for him all this time, would come back by himself.
The playground was empty. The entire naval base seemed to be empty. The silence made Berroumebé feel inexplicably uneasy. In the middle of the yard, the dried corpse was still hanging under the flagpole. The buzzing of flies was the only sound.
Berroumebé subconsciously sped up and ran inside.
In the quiet forest, the blue apartment building stood quietly. There was no guard at the door. Berroumebé couldn't help but slow down. The ominous feeling in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. He didn't notice that Yarlin behind him was staring at his back with a strange indifferent look.
"Knock knock knock … …"
Berroumebé knocked heavily on the door. There was no response from inside. He pulled the door lock with all his strength. Yarlin narrowed his eyes and pulled Berroumebé away. Then he gathered his strength and kicked the door lock. The whole door made a loud noise. The door frame on the side made a creaking sound. The lock popped out and the door was kicked open.
As the door slowly opened, a faint smell of blood and corpses entered Bellu Maybo's nose. He hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in. What he saw was a mess. Sofas, tables, chairs, bottles and jars were overturned and scattered all over the floor. There were also several corpses lying in a pool of blood on the floor.
In the center of the room, Colonel Monka's burly body was motionless. Half of his chin had been shattered, revealing the frightening white bones underneath. His broad axe was full of scars, and the cracks on it were shocking to look at.
Berroumebé froze on the spot. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He ran towards Colonel Monca's' corpse '. His first thought was that Colonel Monca had been killed.
Ya Erlin entered the house and closed the door behind him. He scanned his findings with an indifferent gaze, then ran upstairs with an expressionless face. Soon, he came back down and said to Bellu Mayo, "There's no one in the house. The culprit should've left already. The doors and windows are all intact and locked from the inside. How did the culprit leave?"
He looked at the sobbing Berroumebé and put his hand on Colonel Monca's neck. His expression suddenly changed. "There's still breath. Colonel Monca is still alive."
"Huh?" Berroumebé froze. He put his hand under his nose. Sure enough, there was still a very weak breath.
At this moment, there was a slight cough in the room. Yarlin and Berroumebé suddenly turned their heads and saw in the middle of the corpses, a Marine was coughing. His eyes were bloodshot.
Yarlin rushed over and pulled the body up. He said in a cold tone. "Who attacked Colonel Monca?"
Marine Gagou opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Yarlin's face. His face was strangely flushed. He said a name in a hoarse and weak voice. "Sato-"
Before the name was complete, he turned his head and fell into a coma again.
Yarlin turned his head and looked at Berroumebé. Berroumebé's face was distorted with anger. He gritted his teeth and said. "It's Satoni!"
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