Chapter 678: Breaking Bad (Part 2)

"Boss is right."
Kelda said that although he was near, his voice was soft and distant again.
Baird did not know whether his hearing was still complete, but he still stuck out a hand, scratching the gray sand and smooth stones, and through the eyes of the visible object, he saw the glass still filled with poison The tube is still lying.
He reached out hard enough to reach his heart, and his strong obsession made him overcome a lot, such as the pain of nearly dismembering him-the effect of the deforming potion was too violent, this was originally designed for the constitution of Oker, human If you use it, you must maintain the slow flow of blood. Once you are too excited, the components that break down the muscle tissue will make people unhappy.
"I...can't...fail..."
"Boss is right."
Baird heard a sighed Derek responding to his colleagues, but he wasn't sure if he had auditory hallucinations, because the Ukrainian language was very difficult to master.
"Recently he seems to be right recently."
The assassin raised his head and saw the hazy figures through the blood and the thick fog. This simple action had already caused a terrible pain. His limbs began to cramp, and his strong willpower could no longer control his own body.
Soon, cold eyes fell on him, scorning him, like two daggers nailing him to the ground.
"Kirda, he's done."
Kundera pointed to the struggling boy on the ground, and the robe on his body had peeled off, revealing a smooth and traceless skin.
This is the biggest flaw. No kid can be so "clean". Although the potion made him look like an Ok, a lot of scars could not be simulated, and he couldn't carve it on himself-in order to protect the medicine For the duration of the effect, he did not take it until he reached the incubation point alone, and then no one could assist him anymore.
Faced with the court's order, Kelda hesitated unexpectedly. He considered other things, such as the assassin's live capture, and then gave it to the overlord.
"Boss? Shouldn't he be--"
"Do what I said, court guard."
The sound fell, the wind and sand suddenly stopped, and one figure in the blur became large, gradually approaching, Baird saw a giant armor covered with iron armor picked up the glass tube, but did not crush it.
"I don't know what effect this has?"
Then, after examining Kelda in the glass tube in his hand for a moment, he swung the assassin's weapon down and injected everything in the glass tube into Baird's bruised arm.
"what------------!"
Kundera witnessed the destruction of the assassin in a lazy posture with insight, he watched with interest, hoping that the death of the other party would be different from the many killings he has experienced so far-to a certain extent ,indeed so.
When the boy's body shrank rapidly during the convulsions, Kelda covered his mouth with one hand, lowering his screams.
In the war against the beasts, Kelda, the former leader of the gang, drowned a stinky guy in the cold lake water. He pressed the distorted monster under the dark water until it stopped struggling.
At this moment he watched the assassin poisoned and died, and couldn't help but recall the killing.
The seemingly strong boy drowned incredulously out of thin air. On all the exposed limbs, Kundera saw that the morbid flesh first became gray like a corpse, and then became amorphous and dried like paper. Tense, and the bones and muscles underneath quickly withered.
Even the blood flowing on the black soil volatilized, leaving only a mark without any moisture, and finally his dead body was fixed on the outline of a human.
Kelda finally flicked his hands away, leaving a layer of dust on his fingertips to be swept away by the wind.
"This is a painful method of death."
The guard looked at his hand and said.
"See this?"
He pointed to a faint nick at the knuckles of his gloves.
"It was bitten before he died, although it's useless."
Kundera glanced at the command tent, and no one came out to see what was happening outside. He guessed that Guck didn’t even know the killing that happened outside.
After all, he has a lot of affairs, so many plans and strategies need to be planned...
"I'll tell the overlord."
Kelda just started to walk, and Kundera raised his hand to stop him.
"Do you think this is necessary?"
He grunted and pointed at the corpse.
"Shrimp tries to assassinate him, so yes, boss, I may be interested.
"You never naively think that this is the first assassination attempt on the boss?"
Aside, Derui also said:
"I was thinking about it the closest time."
"A few more steps he will enter the tent."
Kelda then murmured, but he didn't go any further.
"This is not very important."
Faced with Kundera's attitude, as his two guards, he did not continue to insist.
"I don't know who sent him."
"Shrimp."
Kundera responded immediately.
"A similar situation occurred in the last major rebellion, which is why the boss wanted to eradicate this group of shrimps~EbookFREE.me~ They are too mean to be able to confront us on the battlefield."
"Have you seen the deformed dried shrimps?"
The court host smiled slightly and shook his head.
"Those are not worth mentioning."
He then took a deep breath.
"We eliminated this threat before it became a real problem, and after that it is even less necessary to be a problem."
Kundera lifted her chin and gestured to the tent.
"The whole world is waiting for the overlord to conquer. Now there are too many things that need his attention. Should we use this little thing to distract him?"
Then he stabbed the corpse with his boots, and now it was as crisp as the dead bark, so lightly, it broke apart.
"I'm thinking--"
Suddenly, Derek raised his lips in a moment of thought. This expression rarely appeared on his face, but when it appeared, the wisdom he showed would surpass most of the kids. This is also Kundera. The reason for his income.
"perhaps--"
Suddenly he stopped talking and said nothing, cutting off his forming thoughts.
"perhaps?"
Kundera repeated, he grabbed the word directly, as if he understood what the words that followed, but no one could actually guess Deere’s idea.
"Say something if you have anything."
Dirui looked down at the corpse that gradually dissociated and turned into dust in the wind.
"An idea."
"What do you mean?"
Kelda asked, he was not an Ok who likes to think, because it was too tired.
"suddenly think of."
Dirui did not raise his head, but continued to examine the dead assassin.
"If a certain method can be used by us, then it can also be used by us."