Daz Bonis watched as Yarlin casually smashed the wall at the other end of the corridor and jumped down while holding his body. The moment they landed, the ground at the corner of the wall caved in. The dark and cold aura was like a giant beast that was hibernating underground with its mouth wide open, swallowing the two of them.
It was darker than the night. His vision fell into darkness, and he felt a sense of weightlessness. There seemed to be something slippery all around him, like silky tentacles sticking to his skin. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a terrifying and huge underground base appeared in front of his eyes.
It was like a dark nest, with countless black tentacles wriggling around. Countless pitch-black iron coffins were densely arranged in the empty space. Two people in white coats were walking back and forth. When they saw the two of them enter, they only glanced at them from the corner of their eyes before looking away.
Daz Bonis saw the black coffins open neatly, and tall figures with the same aura stood up from inside. They then walked into the shadows in a line without saying a word. That strange feeling was as if he wasn't looking at living people, but tools produced in a factory.
Looking at the end of the line, there was a wriggling sand wall. In the blurry shadows, there seemed to be tens of thousands of figures standing calmly. They were somber, cold, and had a terrifying smell of smoke mixed in with their aura.
"The template of the first batch of suicide bombers has been adjusted, and the characteristics of the murlocs have been removed. After all, compared to the ability of amphibious warfare, stealth is more important." Adams put down the experiment notes and walked towards Yarlin, while the electronic eye was sizing up Daz Bonis.
His scalp suddenly went numb. When Daz Bonis saw Adams' face that was a mixture of metal and flesh, he felt as if the other party's electronic eyes had dissected him into pieces of flesh and bones in an instant. There was not a single trace of emotion in them.
Yarlin glanced at the gills that disappeared from the suicide bomber's face and nodded with satisfaction. "Oh, this newcomer isn't a toy for you to experiment on. I just saved his life, and he still has to think about how to repay me for saving his life. Before that, I think he needs to live."
"Actually, many of the people who walked down from my experiment table are still alive, and they have become even stronger." Adams curled his lips and lost interest in Daz Bonis.
Daz Bonis listened to the conversation between the two that contained a lot of information. He avoided looking inside the nest, and then his gaze quickly landed on the projection screen on a large control panel.
"A base hidden under the Naval Branch, and at the same time monitoring every nook and cranny of the base. What a crazy design …" Daz Bonis was shocked. He sucked in a breath of cold air as he saw on the projection screen, a winding white smoke quickly swept through the night, and from mid-air, it drilled into the broken window upstairs like a snake.
It was like some kind of tracking camera. Even though it had drilled into the building, everything was clearly displayed on the projection screen. The omnipresent hidden surveillance was like the eyes and tentacles of the nest were hidden in every grain of sand and every inch of air in the naval base.
The white smoke condensed, and Smoker's figure appeared. He lowered his head and looked at the four broken iron pillars on the ground. The welded iron chair and the criminal on it had disappeared without a trace. There were obvious signs of a fight in the room, and the extremely thick smell of blood from the corridor was like a tide rushing into the room.
Smoker's face was pale, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger. He stepped out and saw Vivi lying on the ground. There was a dark clot of coagulated blood at the back of her head. He squatted down and lifted Vivi up. She was still breathing weakly, she should have just fainted.
Leaning Vivi against the wall, Smoker quickly walked to the stairs, where the smell of blood floated. He exhaled and shouted, "Tashigi?"
Tashigi was his adjutant, and with his understanding of Tashigi, the other party should appear in the center of the most tragic situation. This was his most appreciated and loved subordinate, but now he was very worried.
When he walked to the stairs, he saw a pile of corpses. Blood and minced meat splashed all over the handrails and walls. The soles of his shoes stepped on it and it was disgusting. Some of the corpses didn't even have a head, or only half of it was left.
At the bottom of the stairs stood some injured Marines, all of them were dead and breathless, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. At this moment, they raised their eyes and looked at Smoker.
"Tashigi!" Smoker saw a corpse lying on the top of the pile of corpses at a glance. The whole eye socket and the bridge of the nose seemed to have been hit violently. The empty bloody eyes looked at the ceiling unwillingly, and a broken long sword was still clenched in his hand.
Tashigi was not only Smoker's adjutant. In his heart, this adjutant, who was usually a little confused and not very strong, was also his most trusted student, or perhaps half an apprentice.
The iron ruler fell to the ground, Smoker hugged Tashigi's body with both hands and held her tightly in his arms. A beast-like roar came from his throat, like a mad dog that was choosing people to devour, crying and roaring in despair.
Vivi woke up and looked at Smoker who was howling heartbreakingly. She stared at the bloody corpses on the ground. She rubbed the back of her head and felt a lingering fear. If she hadn't dodged at the last moment, maybe her head would have been broken.
"It's Baroque Studio's Senior Agent Mr. 2, Transvestite Von Kray, and Daz Bonis are also missing. They should have been taken away." She gritted her teeth and said.
"Baroque Studio, Sand Crocodile!" Smoker lowered his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. Damn faces flashed through his mind, starting from Daz Bonis, Gladius, Bafalo, Baby-5, and Von Kray, who he had never seen with his own eyes. Finally, he fixed his mind on Crocodile, who he had only seen in photos and had never met before. Smoker's lips were tightly pursed, and his broken teeth were bleeding. His throat was trembling with a muffled roar. He wanted the lives of all the people in the Baroque Studio to pay for this blood debt.
"It's my fault, I hurt you. I knew that Sand Crocodile was cold and cruel, but I naively designed a trap and tried to bring him down with evidence. I deserve to die …" Smoker pried open Tashigi's stiff fingers, took off the broken sword hilt, and held it in his palm. His voice was hoarse like a hungry mad dog: "I should have bitten this Sand Crocodile to death from the beginning, even if it meant risking my life, I should have bitten him to death!"
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