"Bastard imp! There's a kind of you down! ”

"Buzz~Buzz~~~"

"Remember to Uncle Ben! Damn it! Wash your head and wait! Uncle Ben must chop off your dog's head with a brute dragon! ”

"Buzz~Buzz~~~"

"Ahhhhh!!hh

“……”

I can no longer maintain a calm and cheerful state of mind, and I roar and roar like a madness, like a tireless monster that can't pour the heavy water of the big dragon dance;

However, no matter how sharp the wind pressure caused by the brute bones was, only a very small part of the huge mosquito swarm with a base of 100,000 was eliminated, and the mosquito swarm scattered and gathered again and again, and the black pressure was connected together to find an opportunity to bite him, even if he couldn't bite, he was disturbed emotionally out of control, and he couldn't rest and continue rowing.

"Mr. Mangu ......", Kurolo was very worried, because the wound on the chest and abdomen of Mangu was torn repeatedly, which was really not optimistic, and he was also very guilty: "Yes, I'm sorry, I dragged you down, if it weren't for me, ......"

"Huh?" , put down the big dragon with a huff, looked at Kuluoluo's smart eyes for a while, and violently exploded: "Don't nonsense!" Drag me down? Who do you think you kid is? Who do you think Uncle Ben is! Uncle Ben is a brute! It's the spider leader of the Phantom Brigade who will only live on his own terms, as he pleases! ”

Kurolo was stunned, and immediately, he clenched his teeth, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Not frightened by the ferocity of the brute, Kurolo understood what was hidden beneath the ferocity of the brute.

Until this moment, Kurolo had been a bony banter, an unlucky child.

The "Meteor Street" in the West Sea is the hometown of Kurolo, a peninsula extending from the red continent, which was the "garbage dump of the world" more than 700 years ago;

Garbage, weapons, contaminated materials, corpses, babies, anything to be discarded "Meteor Street" is allowed;

"Meteor Street" also accepts criminals, refugees, beggars, and anyone who can't survive in the world.

The barren and chaotic "Meteor Street" seems to gather the dirtiness of the world, and since he was sensible, Kurolo has longed for the world outside the "Meteor Street", he loves to collect newspapers and books in the garbage heap, and fantasize about the beautiful through old and broken pictures, until he puts it into action, risking his life to get into the wooden barrel where the sailors drank dry wine on the garbage transport, and plan to smuggle in.

Kurolo succeeded, he did see the world outside the "Meteor Street" with his own eyes, the blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, all of which are incomparable to the scenery of the barren "Meteor Street";

Kurolo also failed, and before he had time to leave the garbage carrier and truly experience the world outside "Meteor Street", he encountered a brute robbery garbage carrier and headed towards "Meteor Street", returning the strange way he came.

Fate almost cruelly teased and even mocked Kurolo, but the people of "Meteor Street" have always been strong, and even five or six-year-old children are unwilling to bow their heads to fate and beg for mercy.

But the brutal bones seem to be vicious, but in fact they are loving, so that Kulolo, who lost his adoptive father at the age of three and had to struggle to survive on his own and was bullied, felt the taste of being loved for the first time in his life.

There is also a short time together, and the optimism, spirit, and concept of the bones all deeply affect Kurolo.

"Crying little fart!" , muttered bonely, raised his eyelids, stared at Brad and the mosquito girl in the sky, and said secretly: Am I going to stop here?

Firmament.

"He's almost overwhelmed, hum~", the mosquito girl said happily: "The infinite consumption of physical strength, coupled with the continuous six forms of blood, his face turned white." ”

Breed still held his composure: "Don't rush. ”

Dial your phone.

"I'm Brad, Mr. Zefa, where are you?" , Braider probes the location of the Naval Academy's trainee ship.

Zefa on the other end said: "Two days, within forty-eight hours, I promise to arrive." ”

“OK。”

Braid hung up his phone and meticulously examined the charts, he also had to know his location, and at the same time use his phone to search for the weather forecast.

"All the best?" , and came to the conclusion that everything was going well, and Brad was uneasy.

Brad had a casual chat with Andrewson, and there was such a conversation -

"When carrying out the mission, our usual pattern is to investigate in advance and act according to the enemy's movements, similar to waiting for the rabbit, but everything goes smoothly until the day of the final battle, and accidents often occur between us and the target, is this accidental or inevitable? What are the odds? Father. ”

"I don't think it's too likely, kid! But it's often encountered. ”

"Inconsistency, Father."

"We will investigate the enemy's behavior patterns in detail beforehand, and act in accordance with the enemy's movements, and then decide on the day of the final battle, right? The more days like this, the more likely it is to have unexpected accidents for us and the target, and I have often encountered them in my previous work, and the things that are unlikely to occur are usually selected on the day of the final battle. ”

“……”

Whether it's Brute, Kurolo, Brad, or Mosquito Girl, everyone is tormented in this tug-of-war.

Countdown, forty-seven hours.

The brute bones who couldn't hold it tried to attack Brad with the idea of releasing the system, but unfortunately the distance was not enough.

Braid's intelligence information recorded that in addition to being a master of the mind ability of the strengthening department, the mind level of the release department was also good, and he had already taken precautions.

Countdown, thirty-nine hours.

There is no fresh water left in the bones and Kurolo.

There is also not much fresh water left for Bred and Mosquito Girl, but there is one after all.

Twenty-eight hours countdown.

A group of reefs not marked on the charts blocked the path of the brute bones and Kurolo.

"Get out!" , the brute jumped off the raft, and the big dragon probed and pushed Kurolo away.

"Ho ho ~~~ Brute ......"

Kurolo's lips were full of dead skin, his blue and black eye sockets were dry and red, and he wanted to say something, but his mouth couldn't open, and the words were held in his throat and whimpered into a hoarse breath.

The image of the brute bone is worse than that of Kurolo, especially the wound between his chest and abdomen, which smells of stink.

"Young mother-in-law, mother-in-law." , the brute smile was very ugly: "Whether you can survive depends on your luck, if you are lucky and survive, remember to help me publicize the Phantom Brigade, I don't want the inheritance of the Phantom Brigade to be broken in my generation, cough cough...... I'm also selfish with you, hahahaha...... But I think it's hard, after all, you're a hapless kid! ”

……

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