Listening to their words, Charles was shocked. He didn't expect that Tuba and 134 actually knew each other, and they had known each other for four hundred years since they were 400 years old.

After glanced at the Narwhale, which was still not far away, Charles's prosthesis turned into a chain saw and quickly stroked under his body.

The insect's feet were stormy green blood and broke, and Charles stepped on the soft flesh and blood, like a cheetah pounced towards 134.

134, who was roaring at Tuba, did not look back, and with his left hand raised, Charles was suspended in the air by the familiar mind power.

"KaKaKaKa" Charles's prosthetic gear rotated quickly, and the sharp anchor hook shot straight towards 134's petite body.

134 The body quickly floated upwards and avoided Charles' attack. Because of the dodging, Charles's body's restraint disappeared.

How could Charles waste such a good opportunity? He touched his right hand and the revolver had appeared in his hand. The gun was aimed at 134 consecutive shots.

Facing the bullet attack, 134 could not resist for a moment. Charles's accurate head was very accurate. Every time he got stuck at the moment when she was about to fight back, she failed to get close to him several times.

But there was no slightest anxiety on her face, but there was a joke on her face, as if she was playing with a mouse.

"Listen to me. Why do you want to do this? Can't you sit down and discuss it carefully?" Tuba, who was frowning, persuaded with great sincerity. But no one from both sides listened to him.

Charles's point shot continued, just as the bullet put a small hole in the beautiful purple skirt of 134.

A miserable white bone flute with several round holes suddenly emerged from the flesh and blood on the ground. First, it shot the revolver and then inserted it horizontally into Chal's abdomen in the next second.

Charles looked to the ground in disbelief, and a black human-shaped smoke floated out of the flesh and blood of the "King".

Its erratic hand grabbed the bone flute that was inserted into Charles's hand, and the smoke on his arm solidified, and it pulled out the bone flute.

On Charles' abdomen, the round wound as big as a walnut was spraying blood outwards.

"My God, what are you doing? Why are you still bleeding?"

Tuba quickly got up from the ground, ran to the shaky Charles, took out some dirty paper, and randomly pressed it towards Charles' wound.

But soon, these things were washed away by Charles' blood, and the things in Tuba's hands were as useless as ever.

The black mist no longer attacked, rolled up the Tuba next to him and floated behind 134, hovering like a servant.

Charles, with a pale face, looked at his strange appearance, and then looked at 134 next to him. He suddenly understood something.

He covered the wound with his hands tightly, enduring the pain and said, "You, "King" Tuba and this one, you all escaped from the second laboratory, right? In fact, the king of Sodom does not refer to one person at all, but to you four living relics, right? No, or more, more than four?"

"Hehehe, it seems that you know us quite well." 134 jumped to the revolver who fell to the ground, bent down and picked it up.

The big pistol and the white and tender little hands seemed so inconsistent, but this scene made people feel cold on the back of their spine.

Charles' eyes quickly looked around, and when he saw a flash of red flashing past the sea in the distance, his voice suddenly burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny to be dying?"

134 The roulette that loaded the bullets retreated, and saw that there were still three brass bullets left inside, then reloaded them and aimed at Charles with one eye.

Charles looked at the pirates chasing the fleet in the distance. "I laughed at those pirates, so many humans were actually led by four living relics."

"Hahaha!! We are relics? You are as ignorant as the people in the foundation! We are the lucky ones in this world. As for you inferior humans, you are just some humble bugs."

"I have been to the Second Laboratory and I have seen the foundation torture you, but this is a bit too much. Don't forget that you were also a human being." Charles said, staring at the little girl in front of him.

As if he was angry by Charles, 134's face twisted. "How long have you been there to dare to say that you know me? One day? One week? One month? Do you know how long I stayed in that hell!! I stayed there for a full 30 years! Every human being has a disgusting original sin!! They are not my kind at all!"

"Crack" 134's chubby face cracked like glass. In the crack, the dark vertical pupils filled with hatred were crowded and staring inside. At this moment, she was like a ghost.

The monster-like 134 raised the big toy-like revolver in Charles, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Hehehe, the bullet must look good when it passes through your head."

Tuba next to him looked anxious and kept taking out some garbage from his pocket, and constantly gestured at 134, trying to use those actions to stop her, but his things were just some ordinary garbage and had no use.

Suddenly Tuba stopped, he exhaled with relief, then turned around and looked at the black fog next to him with a honest smile. He stretched out his hands to grasp its flute firmly.

"Goma, long time no see. Your flute is so beautiful, please lend me a play."

"Bang bang bang!!" The gunshot sounded, and three bullets shot out from the barrel and flew towards Charles.

The moment 134 pulled the trigger, Charles quickly rolled to the right and threw something at her.

"Touch!" Charles' left shoulder burst out with blood, and he only dodged 2 of the three shots.

At this time, Charles felt that his eyes were black. He had lost too much blood, but he never gave up and ran towards the beach next to him.

The black mist next to him was about to rush over to stop him, but found that his bone flute was firmly held by Tuba.

Seeing the black mist-shaped head looking at him, Tuba Suo hung his legs on the bone flute.

134, who was standing there, did not make the next attack. She held a photo with both hands and looked at it blankly, and the gaps on her face slowly healed.

It was a portrait of a family of three, the photo Mich gave Charles to the first one.

The bullet made a hole in the child's head. On both sides of the hole were two couples, and they smiled very brightly.

134 looked at it with a strange look in her eyes, as if she was constantly recalling something. Gradually, the hostility on her face dissipated, and tears fell from her eyes and dripped onto the photo.

With a "thump", Charles in the distance rushed into the cold sea water.

134's lips were tightly tense and he kept enduring, and finally couldn't help it. Just like what a real 6-year-old child would do, he burst into tears.

Hearing the crying, Tuba quickly put the bone flute down, ran over and hugged her with distress, patted her shoulder with his hand, "Don't cry, grandpa is here. grandpa is here."
Chapter completed!