alex.

Amidst the shelled wreckage on the outskirts of the city, countless rioters in motley clothes rushed out of the collapsed lane with steel knives and muskets in their hands, still howling with angry curses.

Mixed with the gunshots of Jin Ge, the vague curses and howls are intermittent, and the general content can tell that they are the chaotic army that is unwilling to be reconciled to the death and downfall of Prime Minister Jomir, and the rebellion against the rule of the Alex royal family in despair. mob.

Of course, these are the official statements of Alex. Fick led the "Alex's new army" to set foot on this battlefield to participate in this **** suppression.

In name, this new army is Alex's army, and Fick has changed into Alex's army uniform. The black and green combination barely suits his appetite. He belongs to this new army. commander.

"Truth? Right or wrong? Justice?"

These esoteric words never stopped for a moment in Fick's brain, his severely degraded narrow brain full of muscles and bloodthirsty, the extremely limited volume has long been filled with orders and instructions from Arlin. .

"These rioters dared to resist the rule of His Majesty Narifucher, and they must be suppressed in the bloodiest way. Only in this way can we let the scumbags who have been burned by their ambitions and their senses hide back in the dark stinky ditch, let Ah Lex has regained his peace and tranquility." The official sent by the royal family showed a bloodthirsty and twisted expression on his face, gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"I have received instructions and will cooperate with the actions of the royal family. We also hope to see Alex's political situation stabilized." Fick raised his arm and waved down, and the army behind him strode toward the battlefield, while he himself Then the first one rushed into the **** alley like a violent whirlwind.

"kill him!"

"These royal family executioners must not die!"

Several figures rushed out of the alley, among them even a half-old boy, with a hatchet wrapped around his hand, staring at the murderers who destroyed their homes with resentful eyes, shouting hysterically and rushing over, only to be killed by A long sword slashed diagonally into two severed corpses.

Fick's bizarre palm was cut from his wrist and shot like a cannonball. The steel knife he was holding was cut down with unparalleled sharpness, forcibly dividing the "mob" in half, and hot blood sprayed from the middle. Part of it splashed on the people next to him, and part of the blade was blood-stained red.

Fick glanced coldly at the broken corpse on the ground, the other palm was stretched, and the five fingers wearing black iron hooks like poisonous bee tail needles were broken at the same root, and shot out with a "swish swish".

The blood dripping corresponding to the puff puff, a hole the size of a baby's fist pierced the middle of their necks, and they stumbled forward and fell to the ground.

With the newly docked blood finger and the red-stained long sword, Fick's eyes swept across the battlefield coldly, but his mind has already flown elsewhere: "Black Skull Pirates, hey, William, you really know how to name!"

As Yaerlin's most trusted and oldest confidant, his Fick can't be compared by William.

Rows of soldiers swept past him, and dense bullets swept across the ground like ploughing the ground, leaving sieve-shaped bullet holes on the wreckage of the building, which coincided with the rising of the early sun, transmitting rays of light and shadows. .

William licked the corner of his mouth, raised the long sword in his hand, and then roared, "Not a single one!"

The bullet rain shredded the flesh and blood, and the rows of knives fell outrageously.

The royal family official with a contorted and excited face approached Fick and said in a low voice: "His Majesty Narifucher asked me to tell you that a person with a suspected naval identity recently inquired about the role of the 153rd branch of the Navy in the few days of Jomir's death. The role of the man, His Majesty Narifu has ordered the officials under him to handle the interrogation in secret, and the confession points to Colonel Smog, the white hunter in the East China Sea..."

"White Hunter Smog?!" When Fick heard the name for the first time, he rubbed the handle of the knife with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

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at the same time.

In the expanded meeting room of the Navy Club, except for a few members who did not come for a reason, the remaining 73 full members gathered together and sat around an incomparably huge mahogany table.

The second-level members sat together, and the most central chair was empty. Colonel Yarlin, who represented the 153rd branch of the Navy, did not participate in this meeting. This was the first time that Colonel Yarlin was absent in history. , Some members looked there subconsciously with their eyes.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, not to mention what happened in the East China Sea, these colonels here more or less heard some wind noises, but their expressions were different.

Compared with the different expressions of the first-level members, the second-level members all have a gloomy and stinky face. These people have basically been tied to Yaerlin and become a community of interests, and there are some people among them. Received the life-saving grace of Yaerlin!

"Everyone here should have heard of it, and Colonel Yarlin, one of the founders of the Navy Club, was also absent this time. Everyone must have guessed the reason in their hearts." Jones Road He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, attracting everyone's attention, and said coldly, "We won't go around the corner, Colonel Yaerlin is in trouble, he was caught by our famous East China Sea's Smo. Colonel Greg is watching!"

Veteran captains all know Smoker's name, while junior captains may not have known it before, and they all know the name of White Hunter during this time.

"Hey... Smog is not our colonel in the East China Sea~lightnovelpub.net~ People don't look down on this 'weakest sea', but they have never had any dealings with us trash!" Hu Qi cut off a beard and said angrily: "He was sent to the East China Sea, he has been reluctant, but he has always regarded himself as a colonel directly subordinate to the headquarters, I think there is basically no one here with this. I have dealt with the colonel, I tried to invite Smoker to my branch as a guest, but unfortunately they didn't even bother to give a response."

"That's right, this Smog is a guy with nostrils on his eyes. In his eyes, the entire East China Sea is like a cesspool. We, the colonels of the various branches of the East China Sea, are a group of people soaked in pickled glutinous rice. Incompetent waste of shit." Dick's raised his eyelids, and added yin and yang: "Don't think what I said is ugly, this is the true portrayal of us in Colonel Smog's eyes."

These two sentences were like a cannonball that fell into a cesspool, splashing excrement and urine on everyone, and immediately ignited the anger. Obviously, few of the people present had a friendly attitude towards Smog, and they all started to spit at this moment. Xingzi, even if it is rare to have a few colonels who remain calm and rational, they naturally have to join in the same hatred.

Jones Dow glanced at Hu Qi and Dickna, and there was a hint of cunning in his faint eyes. He was like a brilliant musician, and he quietly set the tone of the entire song at the beginning.