Pirate’s Brood Order

Chapter 659

The shock of the shock was like a continuous tsunami, crushing Malin Vandor and crashing into a golden giant Buddha. The continuous ripples spread, and the golden giant Buddha seemed to be unable to withstand the terrifying power, and it shattered every inch.

“Thank you for your help just now, Marshal of the Warring States Period!”

The fierce teasing sound was like a urging curse, the tail of the fire wrapped around the arms of the Warring States period, and suddenly pulled on the top of the head. The latter had broken his chest and ribs, breathing hard, and had no time to resist, his arms were torn off. Falling, the fallen body was penetrated by an arm.

The originally sunken chest “crunched” and bulged, the rib stubble on the chest exploded, and an arm holding the heart came out.

The panic happened too fast, and between the rabbits and the falcons, the marshal’s heart was taken out and squeezed. The body fell to the ground and burned with the tail of the fire, throwing it to the navy who rushed over.

The green pheasant caught the body of the Warring States Period. The latter had a stiff expression on his face, and his eyes were bulging.

He waved his hand to wipe out the burning flames, the transparent ice blocks frozen the corpse of the Warring States Period, then raised his head and stared at Catalina Depeng with murderous eyes and asked: “Who is behind the design and instigating all this! ”

Being able to release the prisoners imprisoned at the bottom of Push City, and then drop the package to disguise, this means that someone broke into Push City, killed Magellan, and then designed all of this. The malicious intentions and secretive schemes behind it are heartbreaking.

The black hand behind it is definitely not a simple prisoner escape, and it is even more unlikely that a pirate can do it.

“Don’t worry, you will know soon!”

Catalina Depeng shook off the meat foam on her palm, looked around with a smile, and said in a dark tone.

With no energy, Edward Newgate, who was barely standing in place, panting, frowned with one hand on his chest. He looked at Zan Gao and asked in a low voice, “Where is Ace?”

“Ace?” Zangao gently stroked his cheeks. The whole cheek was squeezed randomly like wax liquid. It turned into Ace for a while, and then reverted back to Zangao. He sneered: “Past this face. For many days, I almost forgot what it should have looked like. By the way, Ace should be on the road already, but it’s a pity…”