Like a tide of information poured into his mind, Yarlin's pupils were dyed black, like a black crack in the deep blue sky.
Those eyes didn't look human at all, Berroumebé took a step back in horror, then shouted: "Kill him!"
"Aim!" Captain Ripa felt a chill in his heart as well. He waved his right hand downwards, and the navy soldiers surrounding the building all raised their guns. Their black muzzles were aimed at Arlen's position.
"Hey … …" Yarlin narrowed his eyes and looked at Berroumebé, then he turned his head and looked at Lippa who had a dignified expression: "Lieutenant Colonel Lippa, you are on the wrong ship!"
"What do you mean?" Lippa felt a chill in his heart, he felt Yarlin's eyes were like knives, piercing through his body.
"I mean, as a qualified officer, you must be very clear in your heart who is a trusted aide and who is a traitor among the soldiers under your command!" Yarlin no longer looked at Lippa, but coldly looked at Berroumebé and said: "Berroumebé, have you never thought why I left the base during this time, and deliberately drifted at sea for two more days before returning?"
Berroumebé's face was pale, an extremely uneasy premonition rose in his heart.
"You think this is your chance? Why didn't you think that I deliberately arranged this, the purpose is to borrow your hand to kill those traitors hidden in the branch? " Yarlin sighed: "Actually, you had the opportunity to report the truth to the headquarters, but unfortunately, you are still afraid of death!"
"What?" Berroumebé's teeth chattered, he roared: "Fire! Fire!"
Bang! Bang!
Bang! A series of gunshots rang out, and the corpses of the Marine soldiers fell to the ground. Berroumebé watched in horror as some of the Marine soldiers suddenly turned their muzzles and fired at the Marine soldiers beside them at the last moment.
In front of him, the bullets fired by the fallen Marine soldiers hit the black woven curtain in a row. In front of Yarlin, countless black threads strangely rose and converged into a circular arc, the yellowish-brown bullets hitting the surface of the curtain slid away like they were skidding, hitting the wall behind him and creating a sieve.
The strange black curtain fell back to the ground, undamaged, and returned to Yarlin's left hand, his face showing an indescribable expression of surprise. This was the Slippery Fruit's ability, he had originally given up, but he didn't expect that he would obtain it in the end. Although … … it was different from the original ability to affect the whole body, it could only affect the black threads.
"Because it was swallowed by the Mother Nest, it can only affect the Mother Nest's carrier … …" A trace of understanding flashed through Yarlin's mind.
This was only his current speculation. For more specific information, he would have to slowly take the time to explore after the end of this drama.
Berroumebé opened his mouth, his legs trembling like a sieve. At this moment, he felt a cold and hard object pressing against the back of his head. His facial muscles suddenly stiffened, he turned his neck with difficulty to look behind, a short flintlock pistol was pressed against his forehead.
The one holding the gun was … … a Marine Lieutenant Commander. His heart was like dead ashes as he asked: "You … … But, why?"
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Berroumebé, I just want to live!" The Lieutenant Commander's gaze was slightly evasive, he didn't dare to look into Berroumebé's venomous eyes.
"So, everything you said during this period was fake, was it all an act? I don't understand? "Berroumebé's teeth were trembling with fear and anger.
"No, everything he told you was true, not a single lie." Yarlin slowly walked towards Berroumebé, answering his doubts: "I only told you the truth under my instructions."
"Why?" Berroumebé turned his head to look at Yarlin, incomparably confused.
"It was to cooperate with you, Berroumebé. Someone has to cooperate with you to draw the curtain on this drama to a perfect conclusion." Yarlin placed his hands on Berroumebé's shoulders, stopping him from trembling like a sieve, and said seriously: "I'll give you one last lesson. Remember, don't be afraid in the face of failure, face death calmly, and preserve your last bit of dignity!"
"Yarlin, you …" Berroumebé's voice had a hint of sobbing, looking at Yarlin with eyes full of pleading.
"Actually, at the beginning, I didn't intend to kill you. As long as you were a well-behaved and ignorant puppet, we could have cooperated very happily. But, I didn't expect you to be much smarter than I thought. Since that's the case, continuing to hide it would be an insult to you, so I decided to let you find out the truth by yourself, and give you a dignified death!" Yarlin moved the Marine Lieutenant Commander's gun away, walked behind Berroumebé, and pushed him towards the door.
"Lieutenant Yarlin, what are you going to do to Berroumebé?" Lippa's face was gloomy, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only stare at Yarlin.
Yarlin glanced at Lippa, and the cold light in his eyes scared him. He subconsciously looked away, not daring to be noisy again.
The door was pushed open.
Outside the door, neatly lined up navy soldiers could be seen. The officers who had been detained and interrogated had all changed into brand new uniforms, and their battered bodies stood at the front of the line. On the ground, there was a pool of dark red blood, and the officers who had been replaced were all paralyzed in the pool of blood. Their faces were devoid of color, and their eyes were deathly white.
Berroumebé's brain had already stopped working. He was like a marionette being pushed by Yarlin to stand in the middle of the field, and was greeted with gazes of worship and reverence.
He knew that those gazes weren't looking at him, but at the figure of the man behind him.
"Berroumebé, if there's a next life, remember …" Yarlin leaned over and whispered in Berroumebé's ear. "Make everyone afraid of you, that's just the beginning. Next, you have to give them a reason not to fear battle and death. Give them hope and faith to struggle for survival … Finally, make them willing to die for you!"
Berroumebé swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"This is your ceremony, I hope you can leave well!"
Yarlin released his hand, and slowly walked towards the navy formation. He turned around and raised his hand, and ordered. "Execute Lieutenant Berroumebé!"
All the navy soldiers raised their guns, and aimed at Berroumebé without hesitation. Yarlin's hand swung down.
The concentrated gunshots sounded like a death salute. Blood splattered out of Bellu Mayber's body as he fell heavily to the ground. The wall of the building behind him was instantly baptized by bullet holes and turned into a sieve.
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