The night was as dark as ink.
The inside of the Naval Branch was dead silent. All the lights in the building had been extinguished, and it was pitch-black. The pale moonlight shone on the rough walls, and one or two strange humanoid creatures could be seen crawling on the walls like geckos.
Whoosh!
The thick walls were pierced through, and the sharp blades pierced through their chests. Then, the blades retracted like lightning, and the bodies fell from the wall and hit the sand, blood splattering everywhere.
"Dust Slash!"
A cold voice sounded through the hole in the wall. Fine blade light flashed, and the wall was cut into pieces like paper. A man in a monk's robe broke through the dust and jumped out. In mid-air, his arms quickly slashed horizontally to both sides, and the two reincarnations that were climbing and pouncing over were cut in half from the middle.
Mr. 1 fell from a high altitude, and the sand under his feet cushioned his fall. His face was expressionless as he looked at the corpse that was falling from the sky. His shiny bald head was dyed red by the blood that splashed all over his body.
"There are so few people in the Naval Branch, and all of them are murlocs? Where are the Marines? " Another guy dressed like a transvestite frowned as he looked at the corpses on the field and asked Mr. 1.
These corpses were not wearing any uniforms that symbolized the Marines, and there were only about ten corpses in the huge Naval Branch. There were no traces of people, and it was so quiet that it gave people a strange feeling that it was an empty city.
The sand that was blown away by the wind was sticky with hot blood, and the tentacles that were disguised under the sand were surging, as if they would pierce the ground at any time, entangling and swallowing the two corpses.
In the depths of the pyramid, murlocs wearing Marines' uniforms stood quietly in a line. Moritou stood at the front, looking down at the scene in the base reflected on the control panel. Black lines filled the depths of his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were all occupied by the black lines.
"A high-level spy from Baroque's workshop. Heh ~" Arlen's voice sounded from Shendu's mouth. "This is beyond my expectations. Just a probing move has forced you to make a move on me. This doesn't make sense. Is there some other unforeseen event that I'm not aware of?"
Since the proposal report from the Alabasta military, the original concept and plot had gradually deviated from Yarlin's preset track. With the phone call from the Marine Headquarters and the order to destroy all traces, the progress of the matter was completely out of control. Then, the strange death of Nefertari Cobra happened. This complicated chain reaction made the situation in Alabasta seem to be re-stained with a layer of fog.
The chess game in Alabasta became more and more unpredictable. The chess players who seemed to have been revealed seemed to hide back in the darkness, leaving only the black hands that frequently disturbed the situation.. It was as if everyone was playing chess in the dark, and the hidden pieces on the chessboard.
"Crocodile Crocodile, are your hidden arrangements about to surface?" Moritou looked down at the scene on the control panel. "Let them go. Tonight, we will make some adjustments and changes to the original plan for Smoker …"
The black lines in his eyes faded like a tide, and the rolling tentacles on top of his head returned to silence.
"Do you have a feeling that something is peeping at us in the dark?" Mr. 2's face was uncertain as he glanced at the dead bodies under his feet, but there was an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
"Maybe there are still one or two rats hiding that haven't been killed. Forget it, let's go." Mr. 1 said this and walked outside.
The two quickly left the Naval Branch. Soon after, Moritou came out with a few Marines, put the scraped and tattered Marines' uniforms on the dead bodies, and then cut off their gilled heads one by one and brought them back to the ground.
Moritou pulled up a headless body, stuffed the influence bug in his hand into the body's arms, and then slowly placed the body at an angle.
On the sand dune more than ten miles away, a team of Marines was rushing, the engine roaring like a beast. Smoker was riding on a motorcycle with a powerful shape, wearing windproof goggles and faintly looking at the shadow of the Naval Branch.
In the dark night, Yarlin passed through the area of the battlefield. The expression on his face was uncertain, and he quietly glanced at Vivian, who was unable to open her eyes because of the strong wind. Vivian's face was reflected in his eyes, and suddenly he stopped.
In front of him was an inwardly sunken basin, surrounded by jagged rocks of strange shapes, as if there were countless ghosts standing there. The sound of the wind passing through the cracks of the rocks added a bit of gloominess and coldness. A vague outline gradually emerged on the other side of the gap.
"Crocodile!" Yarlin's pupils flashed with a strange black light, and a scarlet spider appeared on his shoulder.
"Colonel Yarlin, the woman next to you seems to be the defector of the Baroque Studio. She seems to be the rumored dead Princess Vivian. Is this the gift you specially brought for me tonight?" The face that emerged in the darkness laughed hoarsely, and the scar across the face trembled slightly with his laughter.
Vivian's heart seemed to stop beating when she heard the cold laughter, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. She looked at Yarlin's side face with trembling teeth, and a terrible guess emerged in her mind.
Silence.
From Vivian's point of view, Yarlin did not make a sound, but the curve of his lips was slightly raised, revealing his white teeth. Vivian's hands and feet were cold, and her heart fell uncontrollably to the bottom of the valley.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid it's a little different from what you think." Yarlin grinned, turned his head and glanced at the accelerator with a solemn expression. "Send Princess Vivian away."
Vivian's beautiful eyes trembled violently, and she was ashamed of her suspicions. However, before she had a chance to say anything, she felt the golden hair around her waist tighten, and her entire body became lighter. The scenery before her eyes quickly changed as if it were out of frame.
"Want to escape?"
Crocodile raised his hand, and fine sand flowed out from between his fingers. In a flash, it condensed into a winding arm tens of meters long in the air. The next moment, the air exploded, and the stones along the way were crushed into powder. The giant yellow sand hand quickly grabbed in the direction of the accelerator like a torrent.
A loud noise came from behind. Vivian's head was pressed against the accelerator's shoulder. Her hair was flying in the air, and her scalp was hurting. She could feel a cold and creepy gaze behind her. That gaze was like that of a crocodile hunting its prey, and it felt like it was going to peel off every piece of her flesh and swallow it whole.
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