Make up one chapter, still owe 6...... There was no other color in the hallway, only black. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info even the moonlight shining in through the window turned an ominous dead gray. Coming out of the secretary's room, Crockdahl walked down the black hallway, his tall figure disappearing in the mottled shadows.

Black shadows hung over everything around him, and no one could see what was going on in the hallway, and no one could see Crockdahl's face.

Black has become his best cover.

Black hair, black suit, and even a black robe. The cotton and linen robe completely enveloped him like a dark cloud, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Crockdahl's eyes were dark and bright.

Strange to say, it is obviously also pitch black, but in this place full of darkness, it is like a bright star, and it can't hide its dazzling light.

Crockdahl smiled, one of a rather complacent one. Occasionally passing by the window, the moonlight flashed on his face, and he saw the kind of pride that only those who held the world in their hands could have.

Although this kind of triumph is fleeting, it is like ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain, which is impossible to ignore.

The moonlight was dim and the wind was howling.

Crockdahl stopped abruptly because of a terrible sound in his ears. The voice was poignant and sharp, like a ghost crying in a cold night.

Crockdahl, who was supposed to evacuate quickly according to the plan after getting the blueprints of the Hades, changed direction after hearing the noise.

The wind was howling, and Crockdahl sank into the dark hallway. This slip road leads in the direction where the iceberg bedroom is located. And his people seem to be completely one with this darkness.

Outside the Iceberg Mansion, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and when even the last trace of obscured darkness disappeared, darkness completely enveloped the earth.

The night seems to be able to swallow up all hope and dawn, but in the dark night, there are still unyielding people struggling. Even though their actions are just moths to the fire, they do not hesitate.

"You'd better stop, there's no way you're going to beat me." The words were cold, but with a hint of pity and pity, and Kalifa's voice came through the mask.

Like the costume of Zorro, the swordsman in the play, Kalifa's weapon is a thorny whip. Under the casual wave, all they brought up were bright blood-colored roses.

The thorn whip in his hand was rolled into a circle and held in his hand, and Kalifa didn't know why, and he suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't do it. According to the way CP9 has always behaved, what should be done at this time is to wipe it out.

"Damn ......," Califa bit his lower lip under the mask, "Did you actually feel pity?" ”

"Hugh is going to underestimate our 'Galley-la' boatmen!"

The boatmen roared, brandishing their weapons and pounced again. Going forward and successively, even if he was about to be seriously injured and knocked away in the next moment, he was like a moth, fearlessly rushing towards the flames in front of him.

"You ...... Hey, why bother? Kalifa sighed and knocked the men out of the air once more. However, there are always people who struggle to rise up and fill the vacant position again.

Perhaps because of the five years he spent undercover and spent time with these boatmen, Kalifa found that he couldn't really kill the killer. Even though she knew that these blood-splattered creatures would immediately charge again as long as they could still move, she still didn't kill anyone.

"Good...... It's amazing......" gasped as one of the boatmen spoke everyone's mind. After landing, they coughed, **, and struggled one by one, but it was difficult to get up.

"I said you can't beat me, I really can't understand people...... Califa sighed, but after a while, another group of boatmen rushed up.

"Moonwalk!" With a soft snort, Karifa jumped up and stepped in the air, and with a pop of air, she gained momentum in mid-air again, and rose up again. With each step, she really walked in the air as if she had stepped on the moon and ascended to the sky.

"It's all said that you should stop, what's the trouble......" sighed softly, and the shadow of the whip fell again.

"The Way of Thorns!"

……

Just as Crockdahl was heading towards the iceberg bedroom, and Bruno, Carifa and other CP9 people were sweeping the boatmen inside and outside the mansion, in the mayor's office, Kaku also successfully got the things in Barry's hands.

"Araala, is this the blueprint of the ancient weapon......" Unfolding the drawing, Kaku's round eyes couldn't help but glow, "No...... This thing is a fake! ”

The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and Kaku was so angry that he almost tore the blueprint in his hand to shreds.

"Fortunately, although Lao Yu is only an undercover agent, he also has in-depth research on shipbuilding technology, otherwise he will really be deceived." After a moment's hesitation, Kaku rolled up the blueprint in his hand and took a deep look at Barry, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Although the content of this drawing is also very exciting, it is only the design of a powerful warship, and it has not reached the level of an ancient weapon that is enough to destroy the world."

"Mr. Iceberg! It's a pretty good trap, and if you were to change to Luki, you would have been able to get away with it...... But who made the old man so obsessed with shipbuilding......" Holding the drawings, Kaku leaned lightly against the wall, muttering with some admiration, his eyes staring at the ceiling with a distracted look, remembering something.

"Hey, that's the end of weakness, old ...... No, I'm still CP9 after all, and my identity can't be changed. In Kaku's regretful words, he took out the phone bug in his arms.

"Moxi Moxi, I would like to inform everyone in CP9 that there is a change in the plan, so come and meet in the iceberg bedroom...... Drawings, it's fake! I have to use violent means......"

Such words, Kaku reported three times in a row. Then, without thinking, he slapped the phone bug on the wall, and instantly exploded into a mass of meat sauce.

Barry...... I don't think I'm dead, I've avoided your point......"

Kaku wiped his hand against the wall.

"If only I were just an ordinary boatman...... When the time comes, it will definitely be good partners...... Let me call myself old one last time......"

Turning to leave the room, Kaku's back was still straight, but trembling slightly.

"Barry, old and old...... Really...... Sorry ......"

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With the shadows, it was too easy for Crockdahl to move in the direction from which the sound came. He is already good at lurking, and at this time, in this quite suitable environment, it is even more difficult to be discovered.

However, in the spirit of prudence, Crockdahl slowed his pace, trying not to make a sound in his walk. After all, what he has to face in the mansion is CP9, the spies of the special departments of the world government, even if the combat effectiveness is much worse than him, but in some ways, they are professional.

Although Crockdahl's strength is very strong, he is not an assassin after all, and he can't be really silent, so he is extremely cautious, observing his surroundings vigilantly as he walks. At this time, if CP9's people find his traces, then follow-up troubles will follow.

When CP9 discovers that the drawings are fake, he is the biggest suspect when he appears here. When the time comes, the work of dropping the bag by yourself will become in vain.

However, apart from the initial sounds, he couldn't hear anything other than his own breathing along the way. Not to mention the figure of CP9 or boatmen.

This particular circumstance made Crockdahl's mind flutter.

"It's kind of like a horror movie...... In this case, you may feel the presence of someone behind you, or you may look back and see a ghost and look up and see blood or something......"

I don't know why, Crockdahl suddenly had a whim and silently complained in his heart. In the past, I felt that the plot was super bloody, and even things that could have been foreseen in advance before they happened, but I was a little nostalgic.

But he didn't see ghosts or anything like that, but blood did. More specifically, I smelled a strong smell of blood from a distance, as if there was a pool of blood in front of me.

The level of blood is comparable to that of the battlefield, and even surpasses it. This is an extent that cannot be achieved without a massacre.

Crockdahl has also experienced many adventures and battles, so naturally he will not be mistaken about the difference between this bloody qi and the bloody qi of battle. And the direction in which the bloody qi came from was exactly the direction he was heading, the bedroom of the iceberg.

Step by step, the bloody aura became more and more intense. Rao couldn't help but feel a little creepy at killing Crockdahl, who had become numb to killing. It seems that the place where we are advancing is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Sure enough, as he advanced, he soon saw the source of the blood—corpses all over the ground.

It is said that there are corpses all over the ground, not just because there are too many dead bodies. In fact, because most of the boatmen are attracted to the courtyard by Kalifa, the number of boatmen here is relatively small. The reason for the sight of corpses on the ground is because the corpses are scattered.

Crockdahl is not unfamiliar with the slaughter, many vicious pirates have done slaughter. Even after the crossing, he had massacre civilians in Alabastan.

However, whether it has been done in person or seen, there is no cruelty that we see today.

Rao thought that his mind was firm enough, and Crockdahl also gasped the moment he saw it. Even he couldn't do such a thing.

He doesn't feel like a good person, but at least he's a human being.

And the one who did the thing in front of him, he could no longer classify it as a human being.

The corpses were all scattered, with stumps and severed arms everywhere, and the ports were jagged, as if each corpse had been torn apart. Blood splattered everywhere, and at this time, except for a few, most of the blood had not yet congealed, and exuded a warm breath, as if it was announcing this terrible crime to the world.