Pirate’s Brood Order

After leaving the fraternity, Yarlin showed a gloomy expression on his face. He left quickly, and appeared in front of the door of the building where the lock was smashed a quarter of an hour later.

The door was ajar, and the broken lock fell on the ground beside him. He kicked away the bricks on the ground, picked up the rotten lock on the ground, held it in his hand, pushed the door open and walked inside.

There is a remote induction between the slave and the master. Although there is no clear and complete expression in the transmitted signal, it is used as a calm "standby" or a bloodthirsty "start". It can be captured by Yarlin at the other end.

Yes, although You Nu is like a quiet dead person most of the time, but when he has limited activities, he has simple mood swings, such as excitement, hunger and thirst, bloodthirsty...

Walking up to the second floor, the entire corridor is pitch-black, only the light in a room next to it is on, and the dim yellow light casts a long shadow on the wall opposite the corridor.

Yarlin sighed, and when he turned the corner, he saw Bald Bill standing upright at the door, like a child who had done something wrong and was being punished at a loss, and there was a trail of blood under his feet, which stretched all the way to the bed By the side and the window, a dead body with a broken throat was lying on the ground.

Horrified and distorted face, the entire throat and muscles were torn out and shattered, the white navy uniform was stained with blood and stubble of muscle tissue, next to it was the sack that was dragged out, and some gold and silver products were stuck on it. On the coagulated blood pool, there is also a dazzling red mark on the gray window.

Not harmonious!

Yarlin raised his eyes to look at Bill, blinked his eyes in a strange way, and recalled the information of the inferior slave in his mind:

Slave Chief (Bill)

Race: Humanoid.

Class: First-order good product, cannot evolve.

mental strength 0

Nerve conduction rate 3

Bone Hardness 2.4

Muscle Activity 2.3

Blood Density Flow Rate 0

(Recombined and alienated carbon-based life forms, weak bodies like paper paste, brainless cannon fodder, do not have any cultivation value.)

Yarlin's eyes widened. He clearly remembered that the original information was not written in this way. It turned out to be a first-order inferior quality, and the bone hardness and muscle activity were both valued at 2, and what was the extra "leader"? appeared.

Suspiciously, he recalled the attributes of other slaves in his mind, but the initial attributes had not changed at all, so it was only the slave in front of him who had grown differently, um, the leader of the slaves, Bill.

"But doesn't that mean you can't evolve?"

Yarlin is convinced that until now, the four "non-evolvable" fonts in the attribute information have been scorchingly marked, but Astur Kel seems to have fallen into a complete dormancy during this time, and he has not treated Yarlin at all. There is no answer to the inquiry.

So, he can only rely on himself!

"Growth is not the same as evolution!" Arlin could only come to such a conclusion: "Growth is just the improvement of quality, from inferior to good, but it will always stay at the first level, and evolution refers to the improvement of quality. Break through the shackles of this class..."

Retracting his thoughts, Allindo glanced at Bill, and suddenly found that the eyeballs of this slave were moving slowly with his body movements.

This inferior slave seems to be different from the other rigid inferior slaves. His eyes seem to be more agile. If you think about it this way, Bill is the only murderer in this "murder incident".

When Yarlin left, he didn't leave any instructions for the slaves. This was his own negligence. He didn't expect that there would be a thief in the house, and it was a villain wearing a navy uniform.

Of course, at this time, Yarlin couldn't judge whether Bill's autonomous behavior was because he realized that there were thieves in the house, or he simply felt hungry and couldn't restrain his inner killing instinct.

After all, it is impossible for Bill to grow up for no reason. To put it bluntly, his growth is inseparable from the corpse under his feet.

He also blamed himself for not discovering Bill's particularity at first, and paid too little attention to the whole of the slaves. Then, a thought flashed in his mind: "Why is Bill the leader of the slaves? What speciality does he have? Well, um... If there is anything special, he is the first transformed body, and also the first slave to be successfully hatched."

Arranged in chronological order!

Then the level of the leader, apart from being able to grow, have more agile eyes, and be more subjective, will there be any other special features.

"Well done!" Yarlin said, looking up at Bill, and he made up his mind to pay more attention to Bill in the future, so that he wouldn't let another moth appear under his nose.

Bill's eyeballs rolled strangely, and the reaction was a little slow to convey joy. Yarlin waved his hand speechlessly, and ordered Bill (the leader of the inferior slaves) to go out and restore the standby state with those of his kind.

"Then who are you?"

Yarlin sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the corpse on the ground with deep eyes, his shoes were on the navy suit, and his face showed a pensive look.

"You said you were fine, why did you secretly follow me and sneak into my den? Your father didn't teach you when you were a child, you can't just enter other people's houses... What a trouble!"

Although Yarlin didn't see what happened with his own eyes, he only thought about it a little bit, and he figured out what happened by himself. The question is when did the navy target him, and who was behind the instigation?

"I've been a bit careless recently, and I didn't even notice that I was being watched." Yarlin frowned. Since he was wearing a navy uniform, Yarlin naturally pushed the time back to the time when he stepped into the Navy's 153 branch. , Fortunately, he basically spent the past month in the document room. Although his behavior was a bit strange, he did not do anything dangerous after all.

"Then who is going to be eyeing me? Senjeri, it shouldn't be him, that is the other officers of the Navy Branch, the mistake should be on Senjieli, to be precise, it is the one that Senjieri brought to trade The head of Gevia, if you are interested, you may link that head to yourself after a little investigation. The person who traded with Senjeri is...he mentioned the name, and it was Lieutenant Colonel Satoni, so it was you I!"

Although it is difficult to completely conceal this kind of thing, because Lieutenant Colonel Satoni will eventually send the head to Colonel Monka, and those who are interested will eventually find clues pointing to Lieutenant Senjeri and then contact him, but Yarlin didn't think it would be the latter kind of complicated situation, and the most likely suspect could only be Lieutenant Colonel Satoni.

"It may not be malicious, maybe it's just curiosity?"

Yaerlin stood up helplessly, found a rag from the room and wiped off the blood on the window and the ground, but thought in his heart: "But the person sent here is dead right now, hehe~ this is troublesome!"

Evil weekend. I've been lazy since I got up in the morning. After all, the three watchmen have been working hard for five days. Now that I think about it, my back is sore, my legs are cramping, and my brain is also stiff. What should I do? Hey, how about letting me go out for a while, of course I can't even drop it, then I will have two shifts today and tomorrow, and continue to go to the third shift on Monday.

Boom, beat me. Spray me. I'm still a baby!