The DarkHole Laboratory

Phoenix

Bharat pats Amora on the head, Orso's son. The sweet daughter leads Bharat around and shows him the best place in Phoenix Way to engage the Phoenix herd.

And Marzon certainly in his human form. He was also interested in the mythological animal.

"There!" Pekik. The bear boy's amora ran towards the wild feeding grounds for the phoenix.

Bharat prepared the parcel Berus gave yesterday at dinner.

Bharat. Before long, several Phoenixes showed up and enjoyed the food Bharat had given them.

"They do have an employer, and will go home by themselves, so that the food we can give him in the places that have been provided" Bharat recalled the fragment of the incident at dinner, they coolly discussed Phoenix. More about Bharat and Marzon.

"For Onty latu, buy the bayaaakkk, there's a small-scale onik" Amora pulled under Bharat's clothes.

"Ongkel Belus Ola wants to see the small scapegoat" he ran on Berus and raised both hands. He asked for a sling, so Berus took him to see the nest of the Phoenix boy.

"Let's get a tight grip" Brush lightly climbed up the tree where the Phoenix nested.

When Berus and Amora return. In the small open hand of the phoenix child appeared his bald head poking out, suae squeaking high. Causes smiles.

"They were born again this morning." Brush to keep explaining. They were on a tour learning about Phoenix.

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Woman running in the middle of the market, she was chased by a flock of big figures behind her. No one saw him trying to save the woman.

He continued to split the dense crowd. Find a way out. His hands were still tied to iron with chains hanging there.

"Fast chase that woman!"

"Don't get away! Or we'll be punished!" the loud voice of one of his pursuers commemorated the other.

The woman kept running. The clothes he wore were unsightly. Breath roaring. He can't just run.

He pulled the cloth door and entered it. He peeked and saw some of his pursuers following him.

He ran deeper into what turned out to be a labyrinthine passage without a roof. The narrow walls are right and left, partly decorated with window-like holes.

"That's it!" He looked outside and behind him he saw two large figures. He would not want to have to intervene. The foot behind him was getting closer.

One figure took his hand. Deftly the woman flipped the hand of the puller and locked it backwards. His small body seemed to be no match for the figure of the big man.

The man grimaced in pain and also underestimated the woman. But when the body is squeezed into the shoulder of the man he reaches the head of the opponent with both hands and quickly turns the head of the opponent to death.

His opponent stretched out on the ground, before long there was a fist that wanted to injure him with the scythe that the other opponent was carrying.

His opponent was not given the chance to retaliate. He brought out one by one the manager. His opponent began to retreat. Sometimes he sees opponents chasing him from the window they pass.

His opponent was exhausted, he was much wounded from the attack of the woman, he took a step back the woman's chance, he kicked his chest until the large body twrpental padlock and made a gaping hole in the wall.

His enemies approached by using the gaping wall. The woman ran to escape. His heartbeat tightened with heavy breathing he continued to run.

Until he was stuck in a dead end. His breath went hand in hand with the breath of his opponent who sounded closer and closer. There's a mocking ruckus.

"Hurry catch!" The woman is tired. His eyes were wild looking for a spot to escape. There is no strength to fight at this time.

He got his woe, he ran towards one of the opponents, but his calculations were wrong. The woman's hair was pulled.

It was slammed into the ground. "Gro!"

Back the huge figure pulling the hair punched the woman's stomach.

"Uhug!"

He coughed, fresh blood coming out of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes as he saw that his opponent had already released his fist which was pointing at his face.

"ARGHH!"

BRACKET!

BRACKET!

A SRANK! TRANKS! TRANKS!

"VIENNA! CAN YOU STAND UP?" Yes, that woman is Vienna who is a prisoner of the Trudy clan. He dared to mess up. He wanted to test his ability. However, he was caught off guard and entered the Trudy clan's dungeon.

But he can escape. From that stuffy, dark and smelly prison.

Vienna nodded, he widened his net, the man in front of him shrugged his shoulders and leaned his body against the wall, "Potka" murmured Vienna. Which is still difficult to express breath and pain in the heart.

The assailant is getting brutal. The popes did not accept his friend's death. They hit Potka. But coldly he pulled out his weapon. Gun with reducer.

Potka guessed all his targets and crippled them. He focused on the opponent in front.

"IN THE BACK!" shouting Vienna. Too late! Potka was pushed forward. And rolled to the ground.

"Your shit's not fast!" Potka cursed the woman who haughtily shrugged her shoulders.

Potka turned around and shot his attacker, indiscriminately. One by one their opponents fell.

And Potka circulated his sharp gaze and none of them would attack again. He grabbed Vienna's arm and pulled her away from the place. They're looking for a safe place. And back to base.

Tbc.