Pirate's Nest Order

.8 and SS. Wednesday made a large circle and drilled into the depths of the jungle. They stared at the corpse with its belly bursting in the col. The smell of blood in the air had not completely dissipated.

"Do you want to make contact?" The two of them did not approach the tomb out of caution. Instead, they hid on the opposite side of the col with their eyes moving, as if they were still making up their minds.

"We really need the help of this naval colonel, but the prerequisite is that he can reach Alabasta alive to take over Corum's position." SS. Listened to the sound of blood splattering from the bullets exploding corpses in the woods on Wednesday, her eyes filled with emotion A flash of compassion was quickly replaced by determination: "Although this decision is cruel, we cannot expose ourselves easily."

"Someone is coming out!" 8 leaned down and stared closely at the location of the tomb. A stern side face that looked like it had been polished by rocks came into his sight. The moon frost swept across the mountain col and dragged his shadow on the ground. The old man, the cross mark between his forehead and eyebrows was as dark as ink, giving people a deep and obscure feeling. His eyes glanced over as if he was aware of it.

"It's that Colonel Yaerlin!" .8 felt his heart twitch inexplicably, as if he was being stared at by some kind of cold-blooded, wet animal, and a cold feeling crawled up his back from the turf.

SS. Wednesday didn't speak. Her eyes were locked tightly on Yaerlin. Just observing from a distance, she seemed to have felt a murderous and fierce aura coming towards her.

She saw three figures coming out from the back of the tomb, two navy soldiers, and an ugly man facing a disfigured face with one eye open and a cold aura exuding from his body, following behind Yarlin step by step.

boom!

Another dull gunshot echoed in the woods, and Yaerlin's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot. A black afterimage was pulled out on the slope of the mountain col, winding and twisted like a deep black ribbon. Behind him followed a figure whose movements were slightly different and strange.

"He just discovered us!" .8 exhaled a breath of cold air and said to SS. Wednesday: "I have a feeling that this Colonel Yaerlin is a very dangerous person."

SS. Wednesday's eyes showed a light of thought. She stared at the afterimage in the col that had not completely dissipated, and then turned around and headed into the woods.

Looking down from a high altitude, the continuous afterimages are like a black python swimming on the ground. Yarlin's figure suddenly stopped. He stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by scorched bullet marks, fragmented and mutilated corpses. One block, he casually broke the neck of a sneak attacking spy, and flicked it lightly like throwing garbage, the corpse made a sound like air leakage in mid-air, and an inconspicuous black line shot out from the neck and shrunk. Looking back at the palm of Yarlin's hand, and looking at the body that fell to the ground, there was only a shriveled human skin and scattered clothes falling on the ground.

Yarlin glanced gloomy and stern at the agents of the Baroque studio standing around him, and the red and black numbers were reflected on his retina, "It doesn't matter if you are pirates or anything else, in short, you came here very well. It's time."

The progress of the brood is just short of the final touch!

"The target appears, kill him!"

In unison, the agents of the Baroque Studio raised their firearms and aimed at Yaerin and fired at them.

Bang bang bang!

Like a broken piece of music being played, a web of firepower weaved by bullets enveloped him. Yaerlin walked forward, as if he didn't care about the hail of bullets, and just slowly raised his left hand above his head.

Black birdcage!

Countless black threads shot out from the palm of his hand, like fireworks exploding into the sky, and the black threads falling from the spindle looked like a birdcage under an inverted hood.

The sound of skidding and sputtering, the bullets' strange slipping and changing trajectories, all turned into stray bullets that killed people and refracted back. The chaotic memorial was suddenly silenced, replaced by the shattering sound of bullets penetrating muscles and bones, and the "gurgling" of blood. In the spray, bodies staggered and fell to the ground.

The black birdcage dispersed and fell to the ground, like petals blooming and spreading radiating around with Yaerlin as the center, and like countless venomous snakes slithering around. The surrounding area of ​​100 meters was swept away in an instant, and one body was wiped out in an instant. Not a living soul standing.

A corpse lying limp on the ground, or a seriously injured staring at the black thread entering the body through the seven orifices, soon even the sound of breathing stops abruptly, leaving nothing but the wind blowing and being swallowed dry. The sound of the corpse's skin slapping the ground was very creepy.

ss.Wednesday covered her mouth and let out a sharp breath. She and .8 looked at each other in horror, and saw his frightened and pale complexion in the other's eyes.

Sendu and some surviving naval officers who were hiding in the distance came out from behind the cover and looked at the figure of the man in the center one by one, with uncontrollable fanaticism in their eyes.

boom!

Gunshots!

The black line on the ground automatically stood vertically on the ballistic trajectory without wind. Arlin turned his head and saw a black hole burning in the middle of the black line. The bullet that grazed his cheek penetrated a tree behind him. A hole the size of your head.

He wiped his cheek with his finger, and there was a slight tingling sensation from the smoke. He looked expressionlessly towards the edge of the forest. The man holding the extended version of the musket looked at each other at the same time, with long blond hair. It's like a lion's fluffy mane blown by the wind.

"Kill him!"

Yarlin stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and a running figure flew across the air like a steel meteor, smashing hard towards the edge of the forest.

Hodgton strode forward with stiff legs, his arms stretched out like a big bird, his hands hooked across the tree trunks he touched, and in the red light, those trees suddenly burst into steel-like trees The spear swished away.

"Another ability user! This order is a loss, so we have to pay more!" The corner of the blond man's mouth twitched slightly, but there was no panic in his eyes. He slid back and distanced himself, and at the same time he loaded the gun with both hands. The speed was so fast that it formed a blur, and the air directly facing the muzzle seemed to be cracking like a solid mirror.

bang bang bang bang...

The tree spears that shot towards them were shattered almost simultaneously in mid-air, and the friction of the bullets' lasing penetration burned the tree spears into scorched red fragments and scattered them on the ground.

Hoggiton inserted his hands into the ground, and one after another condensed steel-like stone walls stood up and piled up. The puffing sound smashed the stone wall into a sieve, and the scorched bullet hole fragments even dyed one side of the stone wall into black brown. It can be seen that The opponent's firepower is fierce.

With a distance of tens of meters, the air between the two was filled with the sound of rumbling thunder, and stone walls stood around Hodgton as if they had no end. There was no emotion on his face, as if he was the most patient person. The hunter is waiting for the moment when the other party takes a breath.

"It's really troublesome!" The blond man frowned, and suddenly took out a special bullet from his trouser leg and added it to the lasing bullet rain.

boom!

The dull sound of the gunshot was mixed with a faint sound...