Chapter 289
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Rusty iron windows were embedded in the weathered and exposed walls. The windows were shattered by the impact. Two figures fell to the ground with a muffled groan. They rolled and got up, running toward the ruins of a building complex in the distance.
"Yohohoho, you can't run away like this!"
Amidst the exaggerated and weird laughter, an orange figure descended from the sky. The edge of the umbrella in his hand spun at high speed, making a sharp cutting sound.
"Vivian, be careful!"
Cracks appeared on the wall next to them. Dirt and debris flew everywhere. The sharp blades of the umbrella glinted coldly. Icaram pushed Vivian away. At the same time, his curly hair fluttered in the wind, revealing the ferocious muzzle of a cannon.
Pong！
The fist-sized cannonball was cut in half and exploded. The entire wall collapsed, and dust flew everywhere. Miss Valentine coughed as she walked over. Her beautiful and fashionable clothes were stained with dust. She reached out and wiped the dust off her face. The teasing look in her eyes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by anger and killing intent.
"This is one of my favorite clothes!"
Miss Valentine tapped her feet and flew into the air. Soon, she disappeared into a black dot. Then, a low whistling sound pressed down on the ground. The curly hair on Icaram's shoulder seemed to droop down to the ground. His expression changed quickly, and he dodged to the side. At the same time, a fire snake made of bullets was thrown into the sky.
The air was like a compressed air wall. The bullets hit it and sparks flew. Miss Valentine's high heels were inserted into the mechanism in the center of the umbrella. Her waist was like a water snake, and an umbrella-shaped whirlwind gathered under her feet. It crushed the ground with terrifying pressure like an electric drill.
Boom!
The ground cracked, and countless cracks spread. The crushed stones were like blades and bullets that spun and shot in all directions. A series of rapid shooting sounds could be heard, and the walls of the surrounding buildings were shot through like sieves.
The saxophone's tone was impassioned, and the sound of the shotgun barrel exploding could be heard from the barrel. The fan-shaped bullet rain washed away the incoming rocks. He blew the saxophone crazily, and scratches appeared on his shoulders and arms. He stood in the middle of the smoke and dust like a bloody man.
"Icaram!"
Hearing the music, Vivian's eyes were filled with tears. She suddenly turned around and saw Miss Valentine quietly floating behind Icaram. The tip of the umbrella was like a sharp sword that pierced through Icaram's back and came out of his body.
"Vivian, run!"
The saxophone fell from his hand and hit the ground. Icaram roared and pulled his arms back. Miss Valentine kicked him away. She then looked back at the direction Vivian was running and laughed exaggeratedly, "You can't run away."
Vivian covered her mouth and swallowed back her tears. She ran into the ruins next to her. The broken walls around her were used as cover to hide her escape.
Miss. Valentine rose to the sky and looked down at the ground. Soon, she found the escape route of Vivian. She reached out and pointed in that direction. The agents of Baroque Studio chased after her murderously.
"Vivian?" Miss Valentine exclaimed softly. She saw two black spots quickly approaching the building complex in the direction Vivian had fled. "Did the studio send out other assassins?"
"I can't run away!"
Vivian glanced at the top of the building and saw some killers chasing after her. Behind the wall, she could also hear the sound of footsteps and the murderous intent of the guns.
Da da da …
Suddenly, a row of dense bumps protruded outwards from a stone wall on the side. Gunshots rang out and the stone wall collapsed. Several gun-wielding killers of the Baroque Studio aimed their muzzles without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
"Peacock chain saw!"
Vivian swung a mobile knife made of peacock feathers. Hidden in the beautiful mist was a sinister saw. Under the control of her ring, several guns were cut in half. The bullets were jammed in the barrels. When Vivian passed by the killers, blood spurted out of their bodies. Their bodies fell into a pool of blood.
However, the next moment, more killers rushed in from all directions. The sound of guns being loaded was like a death trial, and the rain of bullets made by the forest of guns poured down. The order from the Baroque Studio was only to kill corpses, not living people, so there was no need to talk nonsense.
Vivian's scalp was numb. She pulled the rope in her hand and dodged quickly. Bullet holes appeared on the ground and the ground was shattered. She staggered and Ironheart's bullet pierced through her shoulder. She fell to the ground with despair and fear in her heart.
"Found her!"
A hoarse and cold voice sounded like a giant shark chewing on a piece of meat at the bottom of the sea. A tall and sturdy figure appeared beside the collapsed wall. Beside him, a fierce figure rushed past. The cold blade formed an impenetrable sword screen that covered Vivian's body.
Profound Meaning of the Six Blade Style, Six Blade Waltz.
Vivian stared blankly at the Octopus man who was crazily waving six swords in front of her. The six octopus tentacles were strangely entangled. Countless sparks flew from the sharp blades. The bullets that smelled of gunpowder fell to the ground beside her feet, forming a clear ring.
"Murloc? Am I saved? Who is this guy? "
Three huge question marks appeared in her head. Vivian got up from the ground. Her left shoulder was burned by a bullet. The black bullet was embedded in the bone. Even a slight movement would cause severe pain in the muscles and nerves around it. She turned the ring with some difficulty and controlled the peacock saw to make a defensive posture to prevent stray bullets from passing through the sword screen.
"Murloc?"
"Alabasta is a desert country. Why would there be murloc?"
"There is one here!"
Clang!
There was the crisp sound of bones breaking. The wrist holding the pistol was crushed. The crushed bones penetrated the bloody muscles. Then, the mournful howl stopped abruptly. Blood spurted out from the throat. The entire neck was cleanly cut off. The murder weapon was the bone knife on the man's forearm. It was as sharp and long as a guillotine.
Chi!
The sound of bones cracking could be heard one after another. First, a murloc saved Vivian without any warning, and then another murloc started to kill without saying a word. The assassins of Baroque's studio were dumbfounded. They suddenly felt that they had all become amateur assassins in comparison.
When it came to killing people, the transformation body was definitely the most professional.
Bang, bang, bang …
The sound of gunfire reverberated through the air. Clashing swords and pieces of flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air. Evil Fang was wearing a black shirt, and his clothes were dyed red by the rain of blood as he rampaged through the battlefield.
"Who are you people? Why did you save me? "Vivian stared at Evil Tooth who looked like he was slaughtering leeks and looked at Six Seas in confusion.
"The Baroque Studio is the enemy of our Longshi Trading Company. We have to save the people they want to kill." Six Seas lowered his head and looked into Vivian's eyes. He answered the prepared lines and also answered the doubts of the Baroque Studio.
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