Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 384 Swamp Blood Eagle

The residence of the Red Sword Regiment.

Their tin shack is not very high, and the terrain it is located on is relatively low. When the rainfall and tide rise, the water in Daze has even reached the feet of the gang members on duty.

But they didn't care.

Like a rock facing the tide, silent and persevering.

It was dark all around.

Judging from the hair color, the people in the Red Sword Group are the children of the Green Plains, but at this moment, their eyes are shining like the children of the Scorched Earth, which makes it easier for them to see at night.

A row of people standing together, like dots of fireflies.

People in the swamp are so accustomed to strange things that they cannot distinguish anything.

But if a mechanic from the 'end of the world' saw this scene, he would be so surprised that he could not speak——

They stepped on the water and moved. The shooters set up the ballistae on the high platform and aimed at the "uninvited guest".

Bang bang bang!
The powerful crossbow arrows were like rain, and they were nailed to the wide ship plank one after another, and the planks were shattered by the huge force. If there were any sailors and boatmen above, they would have been turned into hedgehogs by now.

It can be said to be excellent research material.

They got the order.

The advantages of different subspecies that took thousands of years of human evolution to differentiate actually appeared in one type of people at the same time.

The guards looked at each other.

Suddenly, some members of the Red Sword Regiment heard a faint churning sound in the wind.

From far to near.

However, the canopy remained quiet.

This changes evolutionary history.

That was the sound of an engine.

"Stop!" a guard warned, "Who are you?"

And more crossbow arrows penetrated into the cabin.

This was within the jurisdiction of Shark Village and the Hound Gang, the overlord of the swamp, but the people in the Red Sword Group had no scruples in taking action and acted decisively.

Gradually, outlines appeared on the water.

Before the other party could react further, they launched.

If anyone tries to hide in it, this is his living coffin.

It is to eliminate all unknown visitors who try to get close.

No response.

It was a tented boat sailing quietly, but there were no lights or noise on the entire boat. From a distance, it looked like a ghost ship.

Their station seemed strange enough to outsiders; but when they bumped into such a tented boat in the same condition, even members of the Red Sword Regiment noticed something was wrong.

There was not even a sound of wailing after someone was hit by an arrow.

"Empty?" the guard of the Red Sword Regiment guessed.

At this moment, it seemed that a crossbow arrow penetrated the fuel tank where the canopy's engine stored fuel... The fuel leaked, the engine stalled as if it had completed its mission, and the canopy gradually lost power.

Only the weak inertia and water waves left pushed it towards the Red Sword Regiment's station.

The man who looked like the captain gave the order—several members of the Red Sword Regiment wearing red armor cloth jumped into the water, and after a moment their heads emerged and headed towards the canoe.

Their hands dragged gillnets. In this way, even if someone wants to cling to the bottom of the boat and dive under the water, they will be trapped alive like a fish in a net.

This is how to deal with swamp ninjas.

The Red Sword Group, which also emerged from the southern swamps, has much greater experience in this area than even these local gangs in the swamps.

They are not sure of the goal.

Just be prepared.

The members of the Red Sword Regiment successfully intercepted the tented boat without incident.

Then, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

"..."

After hearing the report, the guard captain showed no expression.

Just a few men couldn't stop such a large tent boat, and it was still approaching slowly. When there were still several meters away, the captain jumped down from the high platform.

It just landed on the bow of the tented boat.

pat.

He stepped on plasma.

You don't need to light up the lights to see that the boat is full of corpses.

Some of them fell to the ground, with their backs cut open and stabbed, and some of them still held weapons in their hands and looked on guard - but their lower bodies were gone. Their expressions were either frightened or confused.

Obviously, even before dying, he did not realize the enemy's presence.

To be able to kill such a boatload of armed gangs, the opponent would either have to do a crushing massacre, or a ghostly sneak attack - or both.

The strength of the person who takes action cannot be underestimated.

More members of the Red Sword Regiment boarded the canopy.

They checked the corpse's clothing, and someone picked up a cut-off flag...

"Double-edged regiment." The captain nodded.

Their identities can be confirmed.

Throughout the whole process, the group members showed an unusual calmness, as if it was just a routine.

Even if he knew that the ship being attacked belonged to the Big Fang who was connected to him.

And all these tragedies seemed to be unable to cause waves in their hearts.

After the inspection of the outside of the tented boat was completed, the captain took the lead and opened the curtain of the boat and walked into the cabin.

He, who had been calm all this time, was stunned.

None of the guards of the Double Blade Regiment survived...but this was no different from what happened to the gang members outside.

However, he saw a man sitting upright.

His face was covered with scars, and his teeth were protruding and sharp, like a dog or a shark.

——Big fangs.

This face is undoubtedly that of the leader of the Double Blade Regiment, intact.

However, he was disemboweled from the head down.

The entire ribs were opened like wings, and the bloody heart and lungs were exposed, and the mucus on them had long dried up and shriveled into a ball.

And on the desk in front of me.

They are divided into categories and stacked with various organs.

The liver, kidneys, stomach, duodenum... were neat and tidy, without any damage.

It was so precise that it looked like it had been removed surgically.

The captain's heart trembled.

——If this was really a surgical operation, then he couldn't help but applaud the doctor for his rich knowledge and skill. He must be an old doctor.

However, this is clearly not a surgery.

Big Fang's arms were tied behind the stool with wires, and there was blood on them.

The fear and pain of the entire process were all solidified on his face, making this already terrifying face look even more ferocious.

At first glance, it looks a bit like the "Blood Eagle Punishment" invented by the predators in the "Evil Land" in the eastern part of the mainland. They would open the entire back of the hated enemy and betrayed brother along the spine, break the ribs and pull out the lungs, making it look like a bloody bird of prey with its wings folded.

The tortured person will die in extreme pain because he cannot breathe.

But if you look closely, it doesn't look like it.

The people who took action this time were much more educated.

This extremely evil place is thousands of miles away from here.

The argument is that the captain also found a pinhole on Big Fang's neck.

What was injected inside was obviously not some kind-hearted anesthetic.

Probably something like adrenaline, just to hold on for the last breath.

Then, maybe at the end of the deceased's life, he could see with his own eyes what the inside of his body looked like.

The members of the Red Sword Regiment who came in later were also shocked by this scene and looked at each other.

Because of their cooperation, they know better than the average person.

The Double Blades are secretly engaged in the business of organ trafficking... and of course the sources of those organs are not voluntarily donated by people who are dying, but no one has ever asked.

But I didn't expect it.

The majestic leader of the Double Blade Group ended up with the same fate as the lowest material he had ever had.

This doesn't look like a coincidence.

The person who did it did it on purpose.

Such an association caused cold sweat to break out on the backs of the members of the Red Sword Regiment who were originally as strong as a rock. They are emotionally indifferent, but they are not mechanically hard-hearted.

Especially when faced with threats to oneself.

"Is it the betrayal of the doctors under the Double Blades?" the captain thought, frowning slightly.

(End of this chapter)