The rustling sand dripped down the trouser legs and fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust brought up by the sudden acceleration of the feet flew the sand. On the yellow sand ground, there was a figure crouching forward, revealing Sendu's indifferent face, with strange black lines in his eyebrows. Flickering, the knife on the waist swept out the icy cold light.

"Get out of the way!"

Chi!

A hole was opened on the wall, and the sand surface disguised on it fell down to reveal the "roots" entrenched behind it, like a black climbing vine, but it suddenly came to life, and one of the black touches stabbed the agent's throat violently. Before the splash of blood fell from the air, it was swiped by the black touch that was withdrawn, and the blood was wiped clean, and a human skin and messy clothes fell on the ground.

"What the **** is this?"

The other spy opened and closed his mouth, and the cold sweat that suddenly appeared on his back seemed to be frozen. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Sentu, who was holding a knife. The man-eating vines on the wall one meter away were silent.

"The naval branch in the yellow sand is a man-eating cave!" The spy bit his lower lip, the whistling wind and the surging dust seemed to be filled with people lying in the gravel and black people everywhere. Murderous, the icy blade pressed against his throat.

"Colonel Arlin wants to see you!"

The naval branch in the dark seemed to be hiding silent monsters everywhere. The spy followed behind Sentu, all the hair on his body stood on end. He always felt that peeping eyes were coming from all directions, but he couldn't see the hidden living person at all.

"Baroque studio?" Yaerlin wrung a clean towel and wiped his cheeks. He looked at the man who was brought in by Sendu, and put the towel aside.

Originally wanted to deny it, but the spy's heart shuddered because of the other party's obscure eyes, feeling like he had been seen through, strangling any fluke thoughts at the moment he blurted out, he swallowed and spit: "Yes! "

"The person who intercepted me at sea was also from the Baroque studio, and now they are trespassing in the middle of the night. It seems that the Baroque studio's attitude towards me coming here is very unfriendly!" Yaerlin glanced at me with a half-smile A glance at the other party: "You said, what should I do with you?"

"Guru!" The spy swallowed, his tongue seemed to be stiff, and he didn't know how to answer such a heavyweight question. He was just a pony on a mission.

"Pass my words back as they are, and say that our naval branch cannot be missing from the card table in Alabasta. I don't care what the background is behind your Baroque studio, and I don't care how you dismissed Ke. That idiot of Rum, anyway, here at Yaerlin, the profit that should have been allocated to our naval branch was five times that of Krum's time, otherwise..."

"Send him away!" Yaerlin waved his hand, and the spy followed Sentu out as if he had been granted amnesty.

"The signal has been passed. Next, it's time to show the cards. Whether it's holding a pair of king bombers or just holding a straight, we must let the opponent try to guess, so that we can understand. It is appropriate to match as many chips to our naval branch." Yaerlin took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and swayed it twice: "Although, the chips given by others are usually not what I want, and in the end I have to get it myself. , However, courtesy and foreplay are also essential for newcomers."

Hodgdon stood by the door, and a faint red light flashed in one of his open eyes. He only needed to stare at Yaerlin's changing expression, and he could capture Yaerlin's intention, the difference between the transformation body and the mother body. There is an indescribable tacit understanding or spiritual connection between them.

"You have to fight back if you are beaten!" Yaerlin threw it away, and a map of Alabasta was caught by Hodgdon. He spread it out and swept it. There were some places marked with red and beautiful handwriting, which should belong to a woman. The handwriting, the places marked on it are all the hiding places of the Baroque studio in Alabasta, not all, but not a small part.

Houghton hid the map close to him, turned around and pushed the door and left.

Yaerlin unscrewed the stopper of the wine bottle and poured "gulugulu" into his throat. The burning sensation made his eyes brighter and brighter. He overlooked the desert shrouded in black, and the navies hidden in the gravel were indifferent. Standing up, pushing the iron door of the branch, and gradually disappearing into the distance behind Hodgdon, they will bring a little blood red and moist to this dry land.

"It's also proving to the royal family of Alabasta our naval branch's just stance in fighting crime!" The transparent wine reflected Yarlin's face, and the dark cross pattern became deeper and deeper.

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"Weiwei, we can't go back to the studio anymore, it's very easy to be exposed." Ikalem dissuaded. In this action to kill Colonel Yarlin, the two of them escaped alive, no matter how they made excuses. To cover up, the risk factor is much higher than before.

"It hasn't been exposed, hasn't it? We have to go back!" Weiwei changed into Miss. Wednesday's clothes, but she was worried about another thing: "You said that Colonel Arlin really believed what I said. Why? Why has it been so long, yet there is no movement at all?"

"Although the navy has a branch stationed in Alabasta, in principle, the navy branch is not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of our country without direct orders from the world government. Even if Alabasta is now in chaos and turmoil, this should not be It's something that the navy can handle, Princess Weiwei, you're hoping for the help of the navy, I'm afraid there's no hope, and the way that Colonel Yarlin behaves..." There was deep fear in Ikalem's eyes, such a ruthless man Will the navy really be a righteous person, and will it sincerely help Princess Weiwei without any other intentions?

"Let's go, Mr.8, let's go back!" Wei Wei wrapped the silk scarf on her face again and said in a determined tone.

Looking into Vivi's bright eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ Ikalem sighed, playing a tragic and heroic saxophone, "Then let's go, Miss. Wednesday."

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Buried by the whistling wind and sand, the rust on the thick iron plate solidified and quietly shattered into mottled pieces. A tall man squatted beside him, and the moonlight fell from the sky and fell on the man's ugly face. A pale bone white.

Behind him, there are men in uniform standing in uniform, all eyes and pupils are staring at the exposed underground passage, palms hold the handle of the knife across his waist, and they silently file towards the passage. enter.

"who?"

Chi!

The blade was nailed into the throat, directly pierced and nailed to the wall behind. With the sound of the blade pulling the muscles of the throat, Hodgdon walked in from behind, "The first hiding spot of the Baroque studio!"

"Kill them all!"