"A trap? A trap? "
But for what?
Sartoni couldn't even figure out where the trap had started. His thoughts were like fragments that had been stirred and crushed, and he didn't know where to start piecing them back together.
He instinctively wanted to escape, but when he retreated, the door was closed, and the Marine recruits were guarding the door. His face darkened again.
What made him even more horrified was that he had refused to report to Colonel Monca, and he had proposed to only lead this group of Marine recruits.
Just how … frightening was this? All of his reactions were based on a script that had been prepared by someone else, step by step, to reach this point.
"Where's Berroumebé?" Sartoni had a lot of doubts in his mind, but that was the only thing he could say when he was about to speak.
"He just fell asleep next door." Yarlin took off the white glove on his left hand, and his hand covered in black lines reached out to grab Satoni.
"So, it's not Berroumebé at all. Everything was planned by you from the beginning to the end. But, what do you want to do?" Satoni stared at the approaching hand, and the hair on his back stood up. His body's instinct warned him that danger was approaching.
"I want Navy Branch 153!"
Yarlin tapped his foot, and his whole body suddenly crossed the distance between them. His five fingers shot out murderously towards Satoni's chest.
"You're dreaming!" Satoni didn't think that a Marine recruit would dare to have such crazy ambitions. He let out a roar, and bent down like a strong bull to hug Yarlin.
"Because of degeneration and corruption, as a Marine Lieutenant Colonel, you even abandoned the ability to kill?" Yarlin looked at Satoni's action as if it was a street brawl. He didn't dodge, and his right leg was forged into an iron whip, and with a crack, it hit Satoni's chin.
Sartoni's jaw was broken, and his body stiffened. His head buzzed loudly. Arlen retracted his leg and leaned to the side. His fingers were like sharp blades as they pierced through Sartoni's body. Sartoni's weightless body seemed to be committing suicide. Sartoni's five fingers pierced through his chest.
"Devour!"
Yarlin's eyes flashed, and he tore off the Marine uniform hanging on his fingertips and threw it on the ground. He pushed the door open and walked out.
… … …
Berroumebé and Satoni didn't return to Navy Branch 153 all night. The Marine Lieutenant Colonel didn't sleep all night, and until the next day, he still didn't find any trace of the two.
"Not only Berroumebé, now even Lieutenant Colonel Satoni is missing … …" The Lieutenant Colonel felt cold all over, he already had a bad premonition, and the pressure and suffering in his heart made him on the verge of collapse.
The third day!
There was still no news of Berroumebé and Lieutenant Colonel Satoni. He had already sent the Marine soldiers under him to search the entire branch, but there was no trace of the two. At this time, the Lieutenant Colonel couldn't care less about the noise he made, and he reported the disappearance of the two to Colonel Monca.
Other than that, there was nothing else he could do … …
Colonel Monca was furious, and the entire Navy Branch 153 was mobilized. They plowed the ground and searched the entire base, and then almost all of them came out, and the target was the town of Shields.
"There are clues that Lieutenant Berroumebé and Lieutenant Colonel Satoni weren't in the Naval Branch on the day of their disappearance, so they must be in the town of Shields. Go door to door and ask if anyone has seen them, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you must find them." The Lieutenant Colonel's shoulder was wrapped in a thick plaster bandage, which was cut off by Colonel Monca's axe. His face was bruised and swollen. At this moment, he bared his teeth and roared at the Marines below.
The entire 153rd Marine branch was empty like never before. The only ones left were some guards on duty, some recruits who had not yet been trained, and some Marines who had been neglected, marginalized, or excluded for years. After all, they had been forgotten by the base for years.
At this moment, these Marines came out from all corners, and slowly gathered at a place. That place was the innermost level of the officer's area, a cylindrical building painted with a seagull logo.
In the entire Navy Branch 153, only Colonel Monca could have a building as his residence. At this moment, at the entrance, sparse figures gathered together, and tacitly put on strange masks to seal the entrance and exit of the building.
Their eyes were fanatical as they looked at a Marine with black and white stripes slowly walked over. When he reached the entrance of the building, he gently placed his hand on the door and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
A hoarse voice with a metallic texture came from inside, but the person knocking on the door ignored it and continued to knock on the door. "Dong Dong Dong" the sound echoed inside the building.
Upstairs, Colonel Monca frowned. He sat up from the soft sofa and walked downstairs. He was tall and sturdy, and when he walked, the iron axe on his arm made a whistling sound.
"The door is not locked, I told you to come in directly. Didn't you hear me? You even dared to bother the great Colonel Monca to personally open the door for you." Monca suddenly opened the door from the inside and angrily said, "Are you tired of living?"
At the door, the Marine who was as tall as Monca's chest raised his head. The strange mask revealed two cold eyes. Monca looked at the mask, and his cold voice pierced into the ear, "That's really too much trouble for you!"
Before his voice fell, the Marine jumped high, and stomped on Monca's chest. His elbow was bent, and like a broken spear, he aimed at Monca's temple.
"Ouch!"
Monca's chest was shocked, and he staggered back. His pair of cruel eyes trembled violently, and he almost instinctively leaned back.
The fierce elbow hit the metal chin, and a twisted crack passed through the Marine's mark. Then with a bang, Monca flew out, and half of the metal chin fell in the air.
"Hard enough!"
With a fierce voice, the Marine took two steps forward. His right foot turned into a fierce whip, and the chin that had not yet landed on the ground made a muffled sound in the air.
Monca's right hand was on the ground, and his burly body sat up in the air. The giant axe was across his chest, and with a "clang" sound, the chin shattered into metal stubs embedded in the surface of the giant axe. Monca moved the axe away, revealing half of his chin. His teeth and jaws were exposed to the air, and it looked very scary.
"Marine with a mask, who are you?" Monca gasped for breath. Because half of his chin was missing, his voice became vague.
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