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Chapter 17: Sorry, I'm the Navy

In the dim alley, Klein reached out and touched his face, with a trace of blood stained on his hands.

"Is the sense of crisis just now a sign of the awakening of the domineering spirit of seeing and hearing?"

The domineering spirit of seeing and hearing can be cultivated after birth, or it may be forced to awaken during extreme stimulation and battle.

That feeling, Klein guessed that it might be that his experience and color would be awakened.

But there is also a possibility that I have already taken the next level in the kendo, and gradually I can hear my breathing, and my six senses have become more sensitive.

If so, then the next step is to "Zhan Gang".

The practice of the sword intent visualization diagram is indeed much faster than the practice of slashing around with a knife.

Thinking of this, he was still hiding in the dark against the wall. Because of his ability to play hide and seek, Klein's hidden skills were quite clever and his sense of existence was minimized.

It has been so comfortable recently that Klein almost forgot that he offended someone; it was almost instantly possible that he had guessed who sent the person.

He didn't think things would be revealed at all, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

How could the other party have thought that his strength could produce a leap in such a short time.

This is no longer an improvement.

This is called cheating!

"Pirate...or Navy..."

A touch of Yin Hong flashed through Klein's eyes. He was thinking about how to deal with this matter, but he didn't expect that the other party had forced him to make a choice.

Since you are in the first grade of junior high school,

Then don't blame me for being fifteen.

Although Klein is currently a navy, he is not a straightforward mind, nor is he a kind man and a trustworthy woman.

Hiding in the darkness, Klein's footsteps were fast and he rushed towards the shooting point.

At this time, on the balcony of a house two hundred meters away, a man was carrying a sniper and paying attention to the distance through the sniper lens. There was also a sloppy portrait next to him.

The portrait is Klein himself. Although the portrait does not show his handsomeness and temperament, his appearance is already seventy-seventh-slightly similar.

The sniper frowned and felt bad premonition.

He carried the sniper rifle and jumped off the balcony and rushed towards the distance.

At this moment, a black shadow flew out from the alley, and the sniper's pupils shrank, and the visitor was so fast that he could not react.

So fast!

when!?

Bang!

With the violent explosion, the sniper had been embedded in the wall, and the wall behind it was sunken radially, covered with dense cracks.

cough!

The sniper spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Klein in fear.

When a long-range sniper is approached by a soldier, he will die without further ado.

The shooting and the movement just now have alarmed the nearby residents. The originally dark streets were illuminated by the lights of the residential buildings. The residents were not stupid and did not approach them rashly, but hid in the window and watched secretly.

There are still a few people who have already run far away, probably to contact the Guard Hall.

The sniper's mouth was covered with blood and asked weakly: "Don't you want to know who is going to kill you?"

"Where is your professional ethics?" Klein said in surprise.

The sniper spat blood: "Fuck the fuck, when the stinky frame was paid, you said you were just an ordinary person. I'm really unlucky to receive such a commission. I'll tell you who the other party is, let me go, and give me a chance. You don't want to be rewarded for unknown reasons, right?"

"Sorry, I'm the Navy."

"you…"

The sniper looked down at the sword that was passing through his body, his face full of shock.

Before leaving, Klein did not forget to take away the sniper's stuff, and also had a portrait of himself as handsome as his own.

His back became blurry, the sniper's eyes lost focus, and his head drooped;

This person.

Something is wrong!

Soon, the guards of the Guard Hall arrived at the scene and looked at the dead sniper's expressions solemn;

The director of the Guard Department drew a cigarette and lit it, his fingers trembled, and his eyes were confused.

What's wrong with this one?

Did you go out and step on shit?

Why do criminals send them to their arms?

This guy's sniper rifle is so obvious, it is obviously not a good person.





Back at the hotel, Klein took a shower and meditated.

Originally, he wanted to visit Lower Sachs, but after thinking about it carefully, he would just forget it. It wasn't long before the other party moved to Roger Town, so he wouldn't cause trouble for the other party.

After a while, when will I go to drink with him?

Unexpectedly, Yilina would contact the bounty hunter to offer her head, but unfortunately she came with a miscellaneous fish.

With the complicated thoughts left behind, Klein focused all his attention on cultivation.

The system in this world is very chaotic, so he can only organize it himself.

Take Donghai for example. The pirate "Along" with a bounty of 20 million is already the highest bounty in Donghai, which can almost be called a big pirate.

Of course, this is only for the East China Sea.

And such pirates are extremely scared even by the colonel's navy.

The reason is that these colonels themselves have moisture and are not domineering. The Navy's Sixth Style is not skilled. The Colonel is considered a navy with a good position, but in the future, cannon fodder is not considered;

Cannon fodder, at least, must be at the level of a major general, and lieutenant generals are not enough to watch.

However, those who are lieutenant generals who are supplemented by the generals can be called monsters and are not in this ranks.

Without considering domineering, devil fruits and special environments, Klein is now 99% sure of being at the colonel level and needs to fight to the death.

The growth these days is not a joke. He spent almost all his time with Chris for socializing.

Although he can gain power by relying on the method of execution, he doesn't want to have nothing but the execution book; if he doesn't have the execution book, wouldn't he become a waste again?

That was too passive, and Klein was quite insecure.

In this strange world, he finally felt a little immersive, such as this handsome face and Chris' despicable figure, which he had to be well protected.

There is no way to be talented, he can only rely on his own efforts.

Even if you only practice with a domineering spirit, even if you can't practice the level of hero Cap, you will still make your eyes shine.

Swing the sword,

meditation,

These must be maintained every day, regardless of whether the drug is spent, which causes him to sleep almost for less than four hours a day. This will cause too much load on his body, but the load on his body will become smaller after his energy and spirit is strong.

This world is dangerous but also wonderful. Some strange physiques do not need to sleep for decades, and some fruits do not need to eat.

Klein frowned, and the feeling he had mastered before disappeared.

Did you feel wrong?

Isn’t that a sign of the awakening of the domineering spirit of seeing and hearing, or a proof of the swordsman?

Yes, how could it be so easy?

Go back tomorrow morning.

After returning, Ilinna knew that she was not dead, probably would be disappointed, but she didn't expect that the bounty hunter was dead, so she still had a long time to deal with her and the mouse.

Klein's mouth was raised, hiring a murderer, and the assassination was still the navy, and he could not escape the death penalty.

And what the mouse did was enough for him to go to the execution stage several times.




Chapter completed!
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