Sand rustled down his trousers and dripped to the ground. The sudden acceleration of his feet stirred up dust and sand. On the yellow sand ground, a figure crouched on the ground and rushed forward, revealing Sen Dou's indifferent face. Black lines flickered strangely in his eyes, and the knife at his waist flashed with a cold light.
"Get out of the way!"
Chi!
A hole was pulled open on the wall, and the sand camouflaged on it fell off, revealing the entrenched "roots" behind it. They looked like withered black vines that suddenly came to life. One of the black tentacles suddenly pierced into the spy's throat, and blood spurted out. Before it could fall to the ground, it was pulled back by the black tentacle, and the blood was wiped clean. A piece of human skin and messy clothes fell to the ground with a "plop".
"What the hell is this?"
The other spy opened and closed his mouth, and the cold sweat that suddenly appeared on his back seemed to freeze. He glanced at Sen Dou, who was holding a knife, and the strange man-eating vines on the wall a meter away stopped moving.
"The Naval Branch in the yellow sand is a strange man-eating cave!" The spy bit his lower lip. Under the whistling wind and the surging sand, it seemed that there were people lying in the sand and black murderous intent everywhere, and a cold blade was pressed against his throat.
"Colonel Yarlin wants to see you!"
The Naval Branch in the dark seemed to be hiding silent monsters everywhere. The spy followed behind Sen Dou, and the hair on his body stood on end. He always felt that there were eyes peeping from all directions, but he couldn't see the hidden living people at all.
"Baroque Studio?" Yarlin wrung out a clean towel and wiped his cheeks. He looked at the man who was brought in by Sen Dou and put the towel aside.
He originally wanted to deny it, but the other party's obscure eyes made the spy's heart tremble. He felt that his whole person was seen through, and any thoughts of luck were strangled at the moment he blurted out. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes!"
"The people who intercepted me halfway at sea were also from Baroque Studio, and now they broke in in the middle of the night. It seems that Baroque Studio's attitude towards me working here is very unfriendly!" Yarlin glanced at the other party with a faint smile. "Tell me, what should I do with you?"
"Gulp!" The agent swallowed his saliva. His tongue seemed to be stiff. He didn't know how to answer such an important question. He was just a little henchman on a mission.
"Pass my words back, just say that our Naval Branch can't be missing from Alabastan's card table. I don't care what the background behind your Baroque studio is, and I don't care how you got rid of that idiot Krum. In short, I, Yarlin, should have divided the profits of our Naval Branch by five times, otherwise …"
"Send him away!" Yarlin waved his hand, and the spy followed Sen Du out as if he had been granted amnesty.
"The signal has been passed. Next, it's time to show the cards. Whether it's holding a pair of aces or a straight, it's always necessary to let the other side guess how many chips are appropriate to match with our Naval Branch." Ya Erlin took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and swirled it twice. "Although I don't usually get what I want from other people, I still have to get it myself in the end. However, since I'm new here, manners and foreplay are essential."
Hodgdon stood on the edge of the door, an open eye flashing with a faint red light. He only needed to stare at Yarlin's expression to be able to capture Yarlin's intentions. There was an unspeakable tacit understanding or telepathy between the transformation body and the mother body.
"You have to fight back!" Yarlin waved his hand, and a map of Alabasta was caught by Hodgdon. He spread it out and glanced at it. Some places on it were marked with red and graceful handwriting, which should be the handwriting of a woman. The places marked on the map were some of the hiding places of the Baroque Studio in Alabasta. Not all, but not a small part.
Hodgdon hid the map close to his body, turned, pushed the door open, and left.
Yarlin unscrewed the cork of the bottle and poured it into his throat. The burning sensation made his eyes brighter and brighter. He looked down at the desert shrouded in darkness. The navy hidden in the sand stood up indifferently, pushed open the iron gate of the branch, and gradually disappeared into the distance behind Hodgdon. They would bring a little red moisture to this dry land.
"It's also to prove to the royal family of Alabasta that our Naval Branch is on the side of justice against crime!" The transparent wine reflected Yarlin's face, and the dark cross pattern became deeper.
…
"Vivi, we can't go back to the studio anymore. It's very easy to be exposed." Icaram tried to dissuade her. The two of them were the only ones who had survived the mission to kill Colonel Arlen. No matter how they tried to cover it up, it would still be much more dangerous than it had been before.
"We haven't been exposed yet, have we? We have to go back! " Vivi changed into Miss Wednesday's clothes, but she was worried about another thing. "Do you think that Colonel Yarlin really believes what I said? Why is it that after such a long time, there hasn't been the slightest movement? "
"Although the Marine has a branch stationed in Alabasta, in principle, before receiving a direct order from the world government, the Naval Branch is not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of our country. Even if Alabasta is now in chaos, this should not be something that the Marine can handle. Princess Vivi, I'm afraid there is no hope for the help of the Marine, and Colonel Yarlin's style of doing things …" Icaram had deep fear in his eyes. Can such a ruthless Marine really be a righteous person? Will he sincerely help Princess Vivi?
"Let's go, Mr. 8, let's go back!" Vivi re-wrapped the scarf around her face and said in a firm tone.
Looking at Vivi's bright eyes, Icaram sighed and played the saxophone to play the tragic and heroic music. "Then let's go, Miss Wednesday."
…
Under the cover of the whistling wind and sand, the rust on the thick iron plate solidified and quietly broke into broken mottled pieces. A tall man squatted next to it. The moonlight sprinkled from the sky and fell on the man's ugly face, revealing a faint white bone color.
Behind him, there were men in uniform standing in a circle. Their eyes were all fixed on the exposed underground tunnel. Their hands were on the hilts of the swords at their waists, and they silently entered the tunnel in a single file.
"Who is it?"
Chi!
The blade pierced through the throat and nailed directly to the wall behind. In the sound of the blade pulling the bone muscle, Hodgdon came in from behind. "The first hiding place of the Baroque Studio!"
"Kill them all!"
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