The air in the corridor was a little cold, and the figure walked slowly along the wall. There was a thin layer of dust on the wall, indicating that no one had lived here for a while.
"There's no one in the house!" The figure confirmed in his mind.
But for some reason, since he went upstairs, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, as if something was staring at him in the dark.
He walked into a room, reached for the switch at the door, pressed it, and turned on the light. The old gas bulb made a sizzling sound, and the weak yellow light illuminated the room. He could see that in the corner of the room, there was an iron bed with bedding spread out. He walked over and looked under the bed.
There were a few gray linen bags and two wooden boxes inside. He reached out and dragged them out, and found that they were quite heavy.
He squatted down and untied the rope on the sack, and the object inside fell to the ground with a crunching sound. It was a silver teapot. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to look into the bag. There were all kinds of gold and silver objects inside.
"Hiss …"
His eyes lost focus for a moment as he stared blankly at the bag in his hand. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He raised his head and saw his own face reflected in the dusty window in front of him. Behind his face, there was a soundless shadow.
"Someone's behind me!"
His scalp instantly went numb, and the figure suddenly turned his head to look behind him. There was the sound of bones and muscles being crushed. He was horrified to find that a ferocious spine had strangely hooked from the ground, piercing his throat and coming out of his back. The scarlet color was dazzling.
"Ahhh …"
His body was lifted straight up, and the scene was quietly reflected on the window behind him. The tail hook retracted and bounced back, and red blood splashed on the window.
…
"The wrong way to fight!"
Stark subconsciously repeated this sentence. He didn't quite understand the deeper meaning behind these words, but in his heart, he seemed to vaguely understand what Ya Erlin meant.
"Yes, you have no chance of winning against Navy Branch 153 head-on, but you may have a chance if you make a slight turn." Yarlin had said so much, and it was finally time for him to reveal his true intentions. He leaned forward slightly, and half of his body was lifted up and pressed against the table. This was a very aggressive physical movement in negotiation, indicating that one party intended to completely dominate the next conversation. "I don't know if you have heard of a saying, any strong fortress can be breached from the inside."
Stark's pupils suddenly shrank, and without waiting for him to be stunned, Yarlin quickly continued, "Fighting against Navy Branch 153 from the outside is tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but what if you enter its interior, or even become a part of it, and your Brotherhood itself becomes a part of Navy Branch 153?"
Stark was shocked. Every word that came out of Yarlin's mouth made him shudder with fear.
"Let some of the Brotherhood's members join the Navy, and gradually erode the power of the Navy from the inside. Finally, quietly complete the purge of power, and even reach the point where you can stand up to Colonel Monca. At that time, Shields will of course still belong to Navy Branch 153, but won't it also return to your own hands?"
Waves of shock surged in Stark's heart. He had never thought of such an outrageous idea before, but … what Sheyan said did not seem unreasonable. It was like when he was waiting for death in the darkness in despair, a light suddenly flashed by. He instinctively wanted to grab it, even though he still could not realize that behind the light could be a torch that illuminated the darkness, or it could be the sun that burned the entire world.
The information was a bit too much. Stark stared at Yarlin with wide eyes, trying to see through his purpose. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he instinctively felt that there was a great danger hidden behind this. However, this idea seemed to have taken root and sprouted in his heart in an instant, and it was not under his subjective control at all.
He looked at the Marine in front of him, whose expression had returned to indifference. He suddenly felt that the Marine was sitting across the table, less than five meters away from him, but his whole person seemed to be hidden in a dark fog, making it difficult to see his true face. It was as if a poisonous snake had seized his soul insidiously and accurately, and he could not get rid of it.
Yes, from the very beginning, when the Marine stepped into the room and spoke the first sentence, Stark seemed to have the initiative, but in fact, all the power had quietly been transferred to the Marine, and he himself had become a listener. The most frightening thing was that he suddenly found that he had no choice at all, because who knew if the Marine who suddenly spoke in Monca's ear one day was referring to himself?
This might be the Marine's hidden threat!
No, not maybe, it was the Marine's blatant threat!
"Leader, you can't join the Marine. These Marines are not good. This must be the Marine's conspiracy." The man in the checkered shirt's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the silent Stark, and his heart was extremely anxious. He suddenly roared, "Don't try to deceive the leader, I'll kill you!"
The sharp dagger fiercely pierced toward Yarlin's neck, and the cold wind made the cut in front of him ache. Yarlin turned sideways, lifted his knee, raised his hand, and his five fingers straightened like the fangs of a poisonous snake. He clamped down on the man's wrist, pulled it down, and smashed it on the man's knee.
Crack!
With a shrill scream, the dagger fell to the ground and was stepped on by Yarlin's foot. The man in the checkered shirt half knelt at his feet and howled. His entire right wrist was twisted from the middle, and the bloody bone was split at a ninety degree angle, piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air.
At the door, a group of Brotherhood members rushed in murderously, and the nearest ones raised their swords to kill Yarlin.
"Everyone stop!"
Stark roared, and then quickly walked to Yarlin's side. He squatted down and looked at the miserable state of the man in the checkered shirt. The man's wrist was completely destroyed, and even if he found someone to fix the bone, he would still be a cripple. He looked at Yarlin with a little anger and said, "You're too vicious!"
"No, this is mercy!" Yarlin sneered, stared at Stark without fear, and said lightly, "Otherwise, you would have gotten a corpse now."
Stark suppressed the anger in his heart. After all, reasonably speaking, Yarlin was just defending himself. He waved his hand, and the Brotherhood members next to him glared fiercely at Yarlin and carried him out.
Yarlin looked at this scene with a smile, and the room became quiet again. Stark walked to the door and slowly closed it, then looked at Yarlin and said word by word, "I don't believe that you helped the Brotherhood out of kindness. What can you get by doing this?"
Arlen knew that Stan had already taken the bait. A playful smile appeared on his face as he asked, "What do you think?"
"You … you want to replace Colonel Monca's position!" Stark stared at Yarlin as if he was looking at a madman, and said in a trembling voice, "You want to use the Brotherhood to help you achieve your goal, and eventually control the entire Navy Branch 153. How can I believe you?"
"First, this is a mutually beneficial transaction. I want to replace Colonel Monca, and you also have the opportunity to eat away at Navy Branch 153. In the end, it's just a matter of skill. Second, you have no choice. Even if the bait is poisonous, you have to swallow it first. Third, and last, I'm different from Monca. My vision is not limited by a small town like Shields. So what if I give this town to you!" Yarlin stretched out three fingers, his eyes disdainful.
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