It was Alex.
In the wreckage of a bombardment on the outskirts of the city, countless rioters dressed in motley clothes rushed out of the collapsed alleyway with steel blades and guns in their hands. They were still shouting and cursing furiously.
Mixed with the noises of the guns, the indistinct curses and howls were intermittent. It was possible to tell that they were the rebels who were unwilling to accept the death of Prime Minister Jomir and the mobs who rebelled in despair against the rule of the royal family of Alex.
Of course, this was only the official statement of Alex. Fick led the newly formed "Alex's new army" to this battlefield to participate in this bloody suppression.
Nominally, this new army was Alex's army, and Fick had changed into Alex's army uniform. The black and green color combination barely suited his taste. He was the commander of this new army.
"Truth? Right or wrong? Justice? "
These profound words never stopped in Fick's head for a moment. His narrow brain capacity that was severely degenerated and filled with muscles and bloodthirst had long been filled with Yarlin's orders and instructions.
"These rioters dare to resist the rule of His Majesty Narimuchel. They must be suppressed in the most bloody way. Only in this way can those bastards whose rationality has been burned by ambition hide in the dark and stinky gutters again, and restore peace and tranquility to Alex," the official sent by the royal family gnashed his teeth and said with a bloodthirsty and twisted expression on his face.
"I've received the order to cooperate with the royal family. We also hope to see the political situation of Alex stabilized." Fick raised his arm and waved it down. The army behind him strode toward the battlefield, while he himself was the first to rush into the bloody alley like a violent whirlwind.
"Kill him!"
"These executioners of the royal family will all die a horrible death!"
Several figures rushed out of the alley. Among them, there was even a teenager with a hatchet wrapped around his hand. He stared at the murderers who destroyed his home with resentful eyes. He shouted hysterically and rushed over, only to be cut in half by a long sword.
Fick's strange palm was cut off from his wrist and shot out like a cannonball. The sharp steel sword that he was holding slashed down and cut the "rioters" into two halves. Boiling hot blood spurted out from the middle, some of it splashed onto the few people beside him, and some of it dyed the blade red.
Fick coldly glanced at the broken corpse on the ground. He straightened his other hand, and the black iron hooks on his fingers that looked like the stingers of poisonous bees were severed. "Sou Sou Sou", he shot them out.
Blood dripped out. A hole the size of a baby's fist pierced through their necks. They staggered and fell to the ground.
Fick reconnected the bloody fingers and held the long sword stained red. His eyes swept across the battlefield coldly, but his mind had already flown elsewhere. "Black Skull Pirates, hey, William, you really know how to name them!"
As Yarlin's most trusted and most senior confidant, Fick can't be compared to William.
Rows of soldiers swept past behind him, and the dense rain of bullets swept across the ground like ploughing the ground, leaving sieve-shaped bullet holes on the wreckage of the buildings. Just as the sun rose, rays of light and shadow shone through.
William licked the corner of his mouth, raised the long sword in his hand, and then roared, "Leave no one alive!"
The rain of bullets tore apart flesh and blood, and rows of swords fell down. Blood sprayed into the sky and scattered into a rain of mist, and heads rolled to the ground.
The royal official with a twisted and excited face approached Fick and whispered, "His Majesty Nalifucher asked me to tell you that recently, someone suspected of being a Marine has been inquiring about the role of Navy Branch 153 in the days of Joel's death. His Majesty Nalifucher has ordered the officials under him to secretly deal with the interrogation. The confession points to Colonel Smoker of the East Blue White Hunter …"
"White Hunter Smoker?!" Fick heard this name for the first time. He stroked the hilt of his sword, and his eyes showed undisguised killing intent.
…
At the same time.
In the expanded conference room of the Navy Club, except for a few members who did not come for a reason, the remaining 73 official members gathered together and sat around a huge mahogany table.
The second-class members sat together, but the chair in the center was empty. Colonel Arlen, who represented the 153rd branch of the Navy, didn't participate in this meeting. This was the first time in history that Colonel Arlen was absent. Some of the members subconsciously glanced at him a few more times.
There was no such thing as an impenetrable wall in the world, not to mention that it was something that happened in the East Blue. The colonels present had more or less heard some rumors, but their expressions were different.
Compared to the different expressions of the first-level members, the second-level members' faces were gloomy. These people had basically tied themselves to Yarlin, and some of them had been saved by Yarlin!
"Everyone here should have heard that Colonel Yarlin, one of the founders of the Navy Club, is also absent this time. Presumably, everyone has secretly guessed the reason." Jones' fingers gently tapped on the table, attracting everyone's attention. He said in a cold voice, "Let's not beat around the bush. Colonel Yarlin is in trouble. He is being targeted by the famous Colonel Smoker of the East Blue!"
The veteran Marine Colonels knew the name of Smoker. The less experienced Marine Colonels may not know before, but they also knew the name of the White Hunter.
"Hey … Smoker is not a Colonel of the East Blue. He looks down on this' weakest sea ', and has never had any dealings with us trash!" Hu Qi pulled out a strand of his beard and said angrily, "He was sent to the East Blue. He has always been unwilling, but he has always regarded himself as a Colonel directly under the headquarters. I don't think anyone here has had any dealings with this Colonel. I once tried to invite Smoker to my branch as a guest, but unfortunately, he was too lazy to even respond."
"Yes, this Smoker is a guy whose nostrils grow on his eyes. In his eyes, the entire East Blue is like a cesspool. We, the colonels of the East Blue branches, are a group of incompetent wastes soaked in pickles and eating shit." Dick raised his eyelids and added in a strange tone, "Don't mind my unpleasant words, this is the true portrayal of us in the eyes of Colonel Smoker."
These two sentences were like a firecracker falling into a cesspool, splashing feces and urine on everyone, and immediately igniting their anger. Obviously, almost no one here had a friendly attitude towards Smoker. At this moment, they all began to spit. Even if it was rare for a few Colonels to remain calm and rational, they naturally had to join in the hatred of a common enemy.
Jones glanced at Hu Qi and Dick. His faint eyes revealed a trace of slyness. He was like a brilliant musician, quietly setting the tone of the entire song from the beginning.
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