The sound of muscles and bones tearing came one after another, and the sword light intertwined in the cramped environment. Blood and broken limbs splashed on the ground. Hodgdon blocked the entrance of the passage, coldly watching the transformed Marines complete the bloody massacre of the Baroque Studio's personnel.
"A low-level personnel's stronghold, worthless!"
Hodgdon raised his hand and grabbed the throat of a panicked agent. With a light flick of his fingertips, the agent's entire head stiffened and petrified. His skin and flesh were horribly calcified, and the expression on his face was perfectly frozen in the panic before death. It was like a fine sculpture by the hands of a master.
Quickly cleaning up, leaving only the broken limbs and corpses on the ground. The Marines without evolution potential all retreated. Hodgdon swung the bone chain in his hand, like a white snake swimming on the ground, smashing all the corpses into slag. The flesh and blood were quickly swallowed by the bone chain.
He gave a light burp and left.
"Next place!"
Hodgdon casually drew a line on the map. "Follow this order and clean up one by one."
Two days after Hodgdon left.
Click.
The soles of her feet stepped on the rusty debris. Vivian covered her mouth and looked at Ikaram. The sides of the passage under her feet were stained with coagulated blood. The coagulated blood spots were mottled and almost covered every corner. However, there was no "meat" of a corpse. At most, they could only find some remnants of broken bones and minced meat under some inverted tables and chairs.
The whole layout was like a bloody slaughterhouse. It was like an ink painting that expressed abstraction and horror. The absurd distortion revealed a sense of cruelty.
"Vivian!" Ikaram turned over a leaning chair in the center of the room. The back of the chair seemed to be scratched out with nails. It was a "seagull" that symbolized the Marine's symbol. It was painted red with coagulated blood, and there were four words engraved below: "Blood for blood!"
"The Marine did it!" Vivian stared at it, and the expression on her face changed. Her eyes flashed behind the veil. "The Baroque Studio sent people to intercept the Marine Colonel, so the Naval Branch massacred the Baroque Studio's stronghold. In this way, it is purely a revenge action against criminals. It has nothing to do with interfering in the internal affairs of Alabasta."
"So that's how it is. Is this Colonel Arlen's plan?" Icaram took a deep breath: "Any excuse is good, as long as the Marine can help us fight against the Baroque studio, it is a good thing for us."
"Although this Colonel Yarlin's methods are cold and ruthless, he is much better than a Marine like Colon. Perhaps, we can try to trust this Colonel." Vivian thought for a while and said, "Let's leave this place as soon as possible and go to the nearest base."
On the other side.
In an intermediate stronghold of the Baroque Studio, there was a tall building half covered by sand and dust. The rusty iron plates and leaky windows were blown by the wind.
The lower row of windows suddenly exploded, and agents with guns and swords rushed out one by one, aiming at the Marines who were indifferently lined up opposite with swords in their hands.
Hodgdon stomped on the ground, and the sand strangely solidified. The solid rebound force made him leave behind a bone shadow on the ground. The white bones on the surface of his body reflected a cold killing intent. He quickly ran close to the ground, and the red light in his eyes flashed strangely. Suddenly, he turned his hand and grabbed the ground. Blood like raindrops fell in the air, and a few pieces of a woman's red curly hair fell on the ground.
A hole exploded in the sand, and a mole jumped out of it. Her body suddenly swelled into a short and fat old woman. She shouted angrily: "I just had a new hairstyle, and my scalp was torn off by him. Mr. 4, kill him for me."
"Devil fruit ability user!"
Hodgdon's one eye locked on the other side. As a member of the Legion under Yarlin's command, the ability to increase the rank and size of the Legion was an instinct branded in their bodies. Hodgdon's burning eyes revealed undisguised hunting and greed, and it was the same as Yarlin's eyes when he saw prey.
"You can't escape!"
A group of stinky liquid continued to explode on the sand, and then turned into a group of living venom that condensed in Hodgdon's hand. This was a slow-acting venom extracted from his body. He slammed his foot on the ground, and four sand snakes sputtered from the ground. They were contaminated by the venom and crazily shot out to bite the old woman's back.
Chi!
She couldn't dodge in time. Just as she was about to transform into a mole and dig a hole to escape, the sand suddenly exploded, and a ferocious bone chain shot out. The top of the chain was like a claw that reflected in her vision. She staggered, and her center of gravity was unstable. She wanted to react, but her limbs were entangled by the sand snakes. The twisting sound of friction caused her skin to crack, and the stinky and numbing venom was like juice wrung out of a rag, penetrating into her body through the blood.
Her vision suddenly turned black, and a heart-wrenching pain came from her liver. The breath she exhaled from her mouth and nose carried a sour stench. Her tongue trembled, and a terrible numbness came from her lips and cheeks.
"I'm poisoned, and I have no strength!"
Miss Christmas was shocked, and then she felt the twisting feeling in her limbs disappear. The sand snakes once again dissipated into sand and were blown away by the wind. Her body fell forward heavily, and was caught by the bone chains.
Hodgdon gently swung one hand behind him, and two Marines appeared behind him and caught the old woman who had fainted.
"Look after her, we have to bring the ability user back to the branch alive and send her to Yarlin." Hodgdon grinned, and the two Marines who were guarding the old woman also showed an anthropomorphic and excited smile on their faces.
Pong！
The terrifying sound of a bat being swung sounded, and the air seemed to be compressed. Hodgdon turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. Mr. 4 was slowly swinging a heavy bat, and under his feet was a dachshund that looked like metal but also like a living creature. It was a big gun that had eaten the "Dog Fruit". (Making inanimate things "eat" the Devil Fruit to gain abilities was the invention of a mad scientist. It was a new form of research and development and use of the Devil Fruit, and it was little known!)
As Mr. 4 swung his bat, the dachshund spat out a "time bomb" that was disguised as a baseball. The moment the bat came into contact with the dachshund, there was a strong sense of impact. A white mark appeared in front of Hodgdon as the dachshund tore through the air.
The oppressive baseball with a terrifying force and accumulated explosive power whistled through the air. Hodgdon raised his hand, and a red light surged. His eyes stared at the strange dachshund, and the black lines at the bottom of his pupils moved strangely, as if there was another eye peeking through them …
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