Chapter 276
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The hot and dry sand rolled over, slapping Yarlin's cheeks. The rolling sand covered the sun. The whistling wind swept past Yarlin's feet, rippling circles of waves in the sea of sand. Scorpions and sandworms crawled out of the sand pit and struggled to find food.
As the sky darkened, half of the buildings were buried in the desert. As far as the eye could see, there were dilapidated walls and dilapidated buildings everywhere. It was as if the entire country was swallowed up by the desolate desert like the sky.
Some cracked iron sheets could occasionally drill a corner out of the sand, indicating that there used to be a huge warehouse. In the dust, there were two rows of soldiers with their mouths and noses tightly wrapped. Hodgdon carried a black cocoon in his hand and silently followed behind Yarlin.
He had a tall and majestic figure, a cold face, and a pitch-black cross pattern. His entire body exuded an aura as fierce as the desert. He looked at the endless desert. In the far distance, there was the silhouette of a building that seemed to be hidden in the sandstorm. A seagull flag fluttered in the air.
Naval Branch Base in Alabasta.
"Oh ~ A desert country!!" Yarlin licked his dry lips, and Mori immediately led two groups of soldiers to the main gate of the branch base.
The stacked walls blocked the wind and sand outside, and thick sand piled up under the huge iron gate. Two tightly wrapped soldiers stood at the door. When they heard the footsteps, they pointed their guns at them.
After seeing the same naval uniform, the guards put down their guns and looked at each other. A soldier quickly pushed open the iron gate and ran to the branch base to report.
It should be Colonel Yarlin who came to take over the branch.
In the office.
Kirk stood on the edge of the window and looked down with a very ugly face. The iron gate was pulled open and two groups of soldiers came in. Yarlin, who was walking at the back, looked up as if he sensed something.
Blue veins appeared on Kelumn's forehead. He grabbed the bottle at hand and smashed it behind him. He lowered his voice and roared, "Is this all the Baroque Workshop can do? Can't even deal with a colonel from Donghai?"
"I'm very sorry!" The other Kram caught the bottle, and a murderous look suddenly appeared on his wooden face. He stared at Kram's back, and like a swan, he quietly flew over the height of the desk. The bottle in his hand smashed into the corner of the desk, revealing the sharp stubble.
"What are you doing?" Kirk was caught off guard, staring at the face that was exactly the same as his own.
"This is also to make up for this mistake. President, I hope you can understand." The wine bottle shattered, but the hand didn't move as it grabbed a piece of debris and stabbed it into Kirk's heart inch by inch without slowing down. It didn't stop until it felt the blood pressure inside. It pulled out the blood-stained wrist and slowly pulled Kirk's body into the wine cabinet to hide.
He quickly used a cloth to wipe off the blood on the floor. Then, he gently fumbled around in a corner of the wine cabinet and opened a secret compartment. He took out a stack of secret records and hid them in his clothes. Then, he swaggered out of the room.
Along the way, some soldiers saluted to Kirk. He walked downstairs expressionlessly. At the bottom of the stairs, he met Yarlin who was coming over. His brows tightly wrinkled into a knot: "The Marine Headquarters must be crazy. They sent a new Colonel to take over my position. The Naval Branch stationed in Alabasta is different from the corner of East Sea. It has great value and significance."
"It seems that my arrival has troubled Colonel Colum." Yarlin shrugged his shoulders and looked at Kirk faintly: "According to the instructions of the Headquarters, from the moment I arrived, this branch base was officially taken over by me."
Moritsu stepped forward and handed the transfer order to Kelumn. Kelumn didn't take it. Instead, he coldly swept his gaze over the two teams of marines that Arlen had brought with him. He then stared at Moritsu's bandaged arm and snorted. "This is your adjutant, a cripple with a broken arm?"
Yarlin curled his lips and stared at Kirk for three seconds before he said: "I met a group of pirates on the road. My adjutant was slightly injured."
"Pirates?"
"Well, they're all dead!"
Kirk's gaze swept past Yarlin and fell on Hodge. To be exact, it was the black cocoon in Hodge's hand. He felt that the shape of the black cocoon was a person or "corpse" wrapped inside. He frowned slightly and didn't talk nonsense with Yarlin. His face was slightly ugly as he walked outside.
The adjutant behind him waved his hand, and some of the trusted soldiers ran in formation to follow Kelum. When the news of Colonel Arlen's imminent arrival came back, the adjutant had already made preparations for the handover.
"Colonel Kirk, you don't have to leave in such a hurry. You can stay a little longer!" Yarlin politely asked him to stay, but his eyes were slightly gloomy.
"Since the transfer order of the Headquarters is clear, I won't stay here to be an eyesore. This branch base will be handed over to you." Malcolm stopped and suddenly walked back. He stretched out a hand in front of Arlen and said in a deep voice, "Good luck!"
"Sorry, I don't have the habit of shaking hands with people." Yarlin still had a faint smile on his face. He didn't doubt that Kirk was a fake at the moment. He narrowed his eyes and gently held Kirk's hand. "I heard that there are many fierce desert bandits in the desert of Alabasta. Colonel Kirk should be more careful on land."
Kirk let go of his hand and turned away.
Yarlin clapped his hands and watched Kirk leave with his adjutant and two groups of soldiers from the main gate of the base. The smile on his face suddenly cooled. He gently glanced at a sergeant with the rank of captain in the base and said: "Take me to Colonel Kirk's office."
"Yes!" The captain quickly led the way in front.
Mori didn't follow, but turned around and began to familiarize himself with the base with two groups of soldiers, in order to take over the operation of the branch as soon as possible.
"There's a smell of blood!"
The moment he pushed open the door of the office, Yarlin's pupils shrank imperceptibly. Although the smell of blood was very light, he could smell the familiar smell and it was still fresh.
He coldly looked at the captain and motioned for him to leave. Yarlin chuckled. Hodgdon put the black cocoon on the ground, then glanced at Yarlin's eyes. He instantly retreated and closed the door. Then he quickly went downstairs and chased in the direction Kirk had just left.
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