"Colonel Kelum, are we going directly to the old port now?" The adjutant carefully observed Kelum's face. Because of the serious problem of desertification, the newly built port of the branch has been buried by the wind and sand. They can only go to the old port a hundred miles away, where there is a semi-abandoned wharf connected to the largest inland river in Alabasta. Although the riverbed has dried up nearly half in the past two years, at least it can float a warship in and out.
"Well, I don't want to see this branch base for a moment. Let's go immediately." Kelum sat on a Karu duck, which is the most common mount in the Alabasta desert. It is drought resistant, has an extraordinary speed, and is extremely fast. There is a batch of them in the branch base.
After the group sat on the Karu duck, Kelum looked back at the top floor window of the administration building and quickly left.
The running feet of the Karu duck left a series of marks in the desert, and the sand behind it was like a small wind.
More than ten miles away, beside a giant cactus, a bald man wearing a bare-chested monk outfit looked at the approaching smoke and dust. He gently stroked the cactus with his palm, and the whole cactus was instantly split open from the middle. The cut was as smooth as a mirror. He used his finger to scrape off a layer of tender green juice and put it in his mouth. "After waiting for so long, it's finally here."
Kelum rode on the Karu duck, swept past the cactus, and then suddenly stopped. The adjutant followed closely behind. He subconsciously glanced at the man sucking the juice with his finger, and then saw a bright silver light piercing his eyes. His vision suddenly rose and rotated. He saw a headless body sitting on the Karu duck, and blood sprayed like a fountain.
"That's my body?!" His head rolled and fell into the sand. His hot blood soaked into the sand and made the sand wet. A scorpion came out of the sand and was attracted to him.
Kelum's clothes and back seemed to be splashed with a few drops of blood. He brushed his collar with some dissatisfaction, and there was no look of panic on his face. In the eyes of the group of Marines behind him, it was particularly frightening, especially the head of the adjutant was being bitten by the scorpion at his feet.
"How rude!"
Curum complained in a shrill voice. At the same time, he gently wiped his face with his left hand. Just like the face changing in Peking Opera, his whole face and body instantly completed a strange transformation, turning into a completely different transvestite face. The navy uniform he wore also changed into a funny and absurd swan costume. When he walked, he looked like a huge duck, the kind that was extremely ugly.
'You're not Colonel Curum- '
The panicked Marines' brains seemed to have stopped working. Most of them were in a state of dumbfounded. Only a few of them reacted quickly. Their hearts were beating violently, and they aimed the flintlocks in their hands.
"Did you get it back?" Daz Bonis, codenamed Mr. 1, swung his arms. His two arms were in the shape of a guillotine, and the cold light they emitted was dazzling and awe-inspiring. It could be seen that the blades were incomparably sharp.
Feng Kray's codename, Mr. 2, grinned and patted his sturdy chest. When he shook his head, two tiny swan ornaments swayed back and forth. He exuded the aura of a transvestite from head to toe. "Of course I got it back!"
"That's great!"
Chi!
Blood spurted out from the chest of a Marine, dying the two halves of the body red. Daz Bonis passed through the broken body, turned around and coldly shook off the blood stains on his arm. The rolling blood droplets were in the form of granules and dripped down from the blade to the ground.
When the last Marine was cut in half, the blood had already seeped into the bottom of the sand. Daz Bonis didn't even bat an eyelid during the whole process. He said to Feng Kray, "I've also dealt with it. Let's go."
Not long after the two left.
He stood next to the cactus and looked down at the corpses of Marines with guns and knives lying everywhere. All the corpses were cut with a smooth texture like a mirror. There were only a few Karu ducks that were circling back and forth in the same place like headless flies.
"Two people, there's one more person coming to help!" Hodge stared at the two sets of footsteps that left. Soon, the footsteps were completely annihilated behind a sand dune. He frowned and turned back.
Opening the door of the wine cabinet, a warm body fell on the floor. The gap of the cabinet door was soaked in black blood, and the smell of blood immediately spread into the air.
Yarlin looked down at the body. The fatal wound was the stab wound on the chest. Combined with the broken wine bottle on the corner of the table, it wasn't difficult to reconstruct the situation. The cheeks of the body were scratched. It was obvious that the flesh was badly mutilated after death. It was difficult to recognize the appearance of the body when it was alive.
Yarlin's pupils shrank slightly. The fine lines on his eyebrows raised, giving the feeling of a repressed volcano. The voice that came out of his mouth was cold and cruel. "Oh, I just came, and I was taught a lesson. Baroque Studio."
If it wasn't for the information that he had dug out from Mr. 3's mouth, perhaps Yarlin wouldn't have doubted the true identity of the body. But now he was 100% sure that the disfigured body under his feet was Keram himself, and the Keram who left after meeting him was undoubtedly the Baroque Studio's Mr. 2, who had the ability to imitate others.
"Oh, hehehe, hehehehe …"
Yarlin's mouth opened into a faint arc, and then it became bigger and bigger. He stood in the position where Keram stood before he died, opened the curtains, and let the hot and violent sun fall in and shine on his body.
The shadow under his feet grew longer and longer, strangely like a wriggling black python, gradually covering the whole body under the shadow.
"Oh, interesting, not only did we meet face to face, but also shook hands with me!" Ya Erlin raised his hand in the light. The tattoo on the back of his hand was vivid and lifelike. He sighed faintly. A black thread pierced into the corpse and quickly sucked it dry, turning it into nutrients for him to absorb.
"Dong, dong, dong …"
"Come in!"
Hodgdon came in alone. The communication of consciousness was faster and more vivid than words. With just a look, the memories in Hodgdon's mind clearly appeared on Yarlin's retina.
"I was a step behind, I didn't catch up." Hodgdon said.
"Take that pile of clothes out and throw it away!" Yarlin's eyes looked at the secret room in the wine cabinet. Mr. 2 didn't close it after taking the things away. There were still a stack of gold bars, and on top of the gold bars was a lonely Den Den Mushi. His eyes flashed with inexplicable black light. "Oh, these are for me!"
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