Pirate’s Brood Order

Chapter 499

The silver amphibious Billunda motorcycle stunned some rotten vultures, their fat and powerful wings spread out and hovered in the air, and there was obviously a fresh bloody smell on the ground that attracted them for a long time.

A poisonous scorpion lying in ambush under the soil layer felt the tremors of the ground, and suddenly broke out of the soil when the tire was about to crush it over its head.

The ferocious poison hook and the sharp teeth intertwined, the scorpion’s hungry mouth opened, but the motorcycle stopped suddenly, and a military boot fell, stepping on it and exploding it into slag.

Smogg raised his head and glanced at the vulture hovering above his head, holding the hilt in his hand and walking towards the building in front. This is a complex of buildings half-buried in the desert. From a distance, it should be an abandoned manor. Several guard towers and turrets are scattered on both sides of the manor.

The guard post and the fort were all wreckage, no one, but a faint smell of blood floated out from the swaying rust gate. Someone was dead inside, and the corpse should have been fresh.

“This is the location given by Yallin. That’s right, but where is Krokdal?”

Smogg frowned and walked inside. After walking for a few minutes, he opened a half-open iron door. Inside was a long corridor. The light was dim all around, but there were dim light bulbs. Flashing darkly.

There are scattered wooden doors at both ends of the corridor, and some influencing insects hang on the dilapidated and damp walls, which are used for monitoring.

Smogg frowned. He felt that something was wrong here, but he still walked towards the innermost side, and then opened a half-open wooden door, where the strong smell of blood floated out.

Inside the wooden door is a conference room, and beside the long square table lie some dead bodies. Judging from the clothes worn on the corpses, they should be nobles. They were basically guns in the head or chest, revealing a blood-colored hole. Smogg looked at one or two of the corpses with a familiar face.

“A member of the Neferrutari royal family? Why are you here? What the hell is Yallin doing?”

Smogg frowned, and blue veins appeared on his forehead. He felt that Yallin might be calculating himself again, but the most hateful thing was that he didn’t find Krokdal’s shadow.

“Waiting for a while!”

Although Smogg was angry, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he was still wandering around in the abandoned manor, trying to find Klockdal, and after going around like this, he found that this abandoned manor was decorated everywhere. Surveillance image bug.

Smogg walked to the root of a wall and raised his hand to drag down an image worm embedded in the wall. He faced the image worm’s two huge eyes, and said sharply: “Yarlin, I know you Watching from behind, I’m here, where is the Krokdal?”

Naval station in Alabastan.

Deep underground, inside the pyramid.

In front of a huge monitoring screen, Adams and Dr. Indiego stopped their experimental work, and the two looked at the scenes that appeared on the screen with great interest.

Dr. Kuleha and Chopper stood far away. They didn’t come close, but they looked at the monitor screen from time to time.

“The real highlight is coming!” Adams’ electronic eyes were shining brightly. He is considered to be someone who knows Allin’s overall plan. He said to himself in front of Smogg’s face on the monitor screen: “I’m sorry, Ya Erlin is really not watching, but don’t worry, the script is already written, Colonel Smaller!”

As if afraid that Dr. Indiego would not be able to understand, Adams acted as a commentator with great interest, “If you compare this desert to the war in the East China Sea, you can think of Colonel Smogg as the red dog Sakars. Ji, and the one waiting for the meeting is the sand crocodile Klockdal of Qiwuhai.”

“Identity is roughly equivalent to the Golden Lion Shiji.” Adams irresponsibly analogized: “Although the analogy is not appropriate, it is roughly what it means. This is the battlefield of the two of them.”

“Who will win?” Dr. Indiego nodded clearly.

“Heh~” Adams pretended to smile mysteriously, and did not answer Dr. Indiego’s answer, because in the picture, Smogg suddenly looked up at the sky, and a sandy yellow storm suddenly appeared in everyone’s field of vision.

Nicole Robin and Daz Bonis were also standing not far away, watching the scenes on the screen and the drama-like dialogue between Adams and Dr. Indiego, there was a strange absurdity in their hearts. feel.

Although both Nicole Robin and Daz Bowness finally chose to betray Klockdal, a trace of sorrow emerged in their hearts at this moment. Has anyone played with the designed pieces!”

“Smog and Krokdal, neither can be a winner!” Nicole Robin and Daz Bowness looked at each other, and at the same time saw the panic and the answer in each other’s eyes.

The high-speed moving sandstorm arrived, and countless gravels scattered like turbulent raindrops, splashing to every corner of the abandoned manor, and the field of vision was completely obscured by the rolling yellow sand.

“The coordinates of the location reported by von Kray are nearby.” Krokdal raised his eyes to look at the vulture above his head that was torn to pieces by the storm, and splashes of feathers and blood splashed down.

He looked at the abandoned manor in front of him, and he could smell a fresh smell of blood in his breath, and Krokdal was able to smell the smell of blood that came from human corpses.

“It’s here, in it?”

Krokdal looked inside the swaying iron gate, and looked around, revealing some exposed sewer pipes and damaged electrical wires.

Inside the building where the sewer pipes and wires are connected, there is a tunnel, and there is a dim light inside, and a tall and burly figure is coming out from it. The muffled sound of boots stepping on the ground is like a heartbeat. .

“Someone came out?”

The silhouette of the figure seemed familiar, and then came the overwhelming murderous intent, and endless white smoke rushed out frantically, dispelling the pervasive yellow sand storm.

Along the central axis of the manor, the whole world seemed to be divided into two halves by white mist and yellow sand. In the dull and depressing collision, the bloody smell in the air seemed to be fermented, full of endless depression.

A world of yellow and white boundaries, with a black sky covering the top of the head, smoky and turbulent, yellow sand roaring dull, Krokdahl frowned and stared at the physique navy, his heart “cocked”.

“King Qiwuhai, the patron saint of Alabastan, and the president of the Baroque studio, why should I call you?” The murderous voice echoed, “You seem surprised to see it?”

“But, I’m not surprised at all!” Smogg’s voice was as cold as the wind blowing from the yellow spring. He gritted his teeth and said the other party’s name: “Sand Crocodile, Krokdal, think about it. Why are you dead?”