Chapter 677: Breaking Bad (Middle)

His weapon is contained in a small glass tube.
The main body of the double medicament made by Baird is the blood acceleration gel, which also suspends a special drug called "withered"-this highly toxic liquid water body can be drained in a few seconds. All water in living tissue.
When Gook announced that he would pause for a long time to rest, Baird heard the bell of fate in that remark.
This is his chance, his only chance.
He concentrated his energy on the weapon, listening to the screaming gust of wind.
Guk was in the tent, ten steps away, with his adjutants and subordinates to feast and celebrate together.
Very close, never so close.
Baird is ready to put the pain in his throat and joints behind his head, and all opportunities and steps, even movements, are concretely presented in his brain.
After walking into the command tent, he will put the poison into the jug beside Guk, and pour a full glass for the white tyrant and his running dogs.
With a sip, they can overthrow them... and he hopes that it will be fatal, but Baird has no doubt that he can't live to see the mission succeed, he can only rely on trust in his skills.
So, it's time.
He stepped out of the shadow cast by the green fortress, but suddenly a voice came from close by.
"It's him?"
A firm and cold answer came from the nearby smoke.
"Correct."
Baird tried to turn around, but he had been dragged off the ground by a dominating shadow, his huge body in iron gray armor clutching his robe.
A vicious face with a grinning smile emerged from the darkness, and the angular face was filled with brutality that was barely suppressed. Between the scars and the tusks intertwined, a pair of eyes with a vicious smile was tight Stare at him.
"Where are you going, little thing?"
He couldn't believe that such a tall guy could come to himself quietly.
"Boss, I..."
He opened his tongue, his throat was as dry as a strong wind, and the opponent's iron fist strangled his robe around his neck.
Baird struggled to gasp—but not too frantically, lest the guard think he was trying to fight back unnecessarily.
"Hush, hush..."
Another sound rang, and the figure emerged from the smoke, which was larger and fatal than the first one.
Baird's eyes suddenly fell on the pattern of the guard's chest, which was a red ok smile with a dagger, which indicated that the other party belonged to the more rare "guard" in the guard.
But he didn't have to examine many emblems at all. Only the smiling face and the iconic two silver fangs could recognize the soldier immediately.
Kundera, the court owner.
"We don't have to make a big difference."
Kundera continued, he unconsciously moved his right hand-the unarmored arm was exposed, allowing everyone to see the skin composed of shiny brass and black oxide steel.
It is said that he was deeply injured in the battle of the Great Rebellion, and the court owner proudly used the trauma as a badge of honor.
Baird's eyes flashed back to the soldier who caught him, and found the sign of the guard, but he didn't know the name of the other party, and knowing this didn't help him.
He tried to speak again.
"Boss, I am just performing my duties--"
But his words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and Baird coughed heavily.
After grabbing his guard, the third guard emerged from the wind and sand, following the same route as Baird bypassed the green fortress parked here.
The assassin did not know this Oak.
The scarlet scarlet armor like dry blood, the gloomy face like thundercloud, and the vicious face that can't be seen directly.
"Duties?"
Kundera laughed.
"This is not a lie."
His voice was rare and almost soft, and he could barely suppress the screaming wind.
Baird blinked, feeling that the panic-like panic gradually filled his mind, his fear increased suddenly, and the cold certainty grabbed him instantly.
Kundera knows who he is, somehow, this Oak seems to have always known that all his cautious actions, every time there is no regrets of poisoning-the swaggering gesture of the guard shows the assassin that this is all in the end It makes no sense.
"I'm sending it to the overlord--"
He blurted out, desperately wanting to delay another moment.
"be quiet."
Kundera warned, stopping more of his words.
Then the court owner glanced at the command tent.
"There is no benefit in disturbing the overlord, he will...unhappy."
The Guardian Kedar turned Baird over in his hand, as a fisherman inspected the disappointing catch, and then threw it back to the sea.
"Too weak."
He commented.
"It is estimated that no fart can fight."
Another Dirui embraced his arms like a tired hound looking at the dead, worthless prey.
"how is it?"
Later, he turned to Kundera.
"Boss, do we really need to torture this weak chicken?"
"This is a killer,"
Kundera explained patiently:
"Don't pay attention to his appearance~EbookFREE.me~ He can be said to be a weapon."
Baird finally realized that they were all waiting for their reply.
"I... just an ordinary kid..."
He gasped, his limbs had begun to lose sensation, and Kedal's clenched iron fist gradually blurred his vision.
"lie."
The court arbitrarily accused the other party of loopholes.
"What about your gang? What's the name of the guard you know? The boss's wine has always been the bird."
Panic broke Baird's remaining will in his heart, and his resolve collapsed.
He felt that he had lost all reason, controlled by fear like a beast, and his training, the self-control imprinted on him since childhood, was completely dissociated under Kundera's cold eyes.
In a blink of an eye, Baird's wrist moved slightly, and the glass tube immediately slipped into his palm.
He began to struggle frantically in Kelda's hands, making the guard slightly caught off guard, and then he thrust the glass tube out.
The sensing device in the glass tube obeyed the command, opened a small mouth, and let a circle of hair-level fine needles protrude from the blunt head.
These needle tips, which are slightly thicker than hair, are enough to penetrate Oak's tough skin.
Baird tried to kill Kelda. He waved the glass tube to the scarred face of the opponent, but missed, so he slammed again.
"Green skin to die!"
He did so without hesitation, like a machine that was running too fast and lost control.
Kelda slapped the assassin with his free palm, and the heavy force shattered Baird's chin, causing his head to sag.
The assassin's right eye was suddenly blind, and the shock reverberated throughout his body. After a while, he realized that he was lying on the ground, and blood was pouring from his broken mouth and nose, and quickly gathered into a pool.