One Piece: Transform into the Eight Great Demons!

Most of the shipwrights in the Seven Waters City are a group of pragmatic guys.

They believe in the "reality" created by their own hands!

Therefore, even if Tom proposed the idea of ​​"Sea Train" nine years ago, people still cannot fully regard it as the "hope" of the city.

After all, that idea is too dreamy.

…

"It's also too idealistic."

Crocodile and Lindsay walked side by side on the path of the Seven Waters Capital and shook his head.

"Let alone whether it can be manufactured, how can a train traveling on the sea completely change the status quo?"

“Not only did I build a boat for Roger, I also spent ten years dreaming about it!”

“That Tom—either he’s a big-hearted person with an extremely generous heart, or he’s a crazy maniac!”

"..."

Lindsay listened quietly.

It wasn't until Crocodile finished complaining that he couldn't help laughing.

He had questions and answers with Crocodile.

"Is the sea train a dream?"

"That's right."

"The desire to save the Seven Waters City is too idealistic?"

"indeed."

"So, what about the legendary [ancient weapon] that is powerful enough to create a windless zone?"

"..."

Crocodile's pupils were slightly condensed and he didn't answer for a while.

On the other hand, Alvin Lindsay has completely opened up his chat box.

“Can an ‘Utopia’ that is not held hostage by any force really be established?”

"How can the historical truth that has been concealed for hundreds of years be resurfaced?"

"What can just 'music' change?"

"What exactly is freedom? And how should we spend our respective 'lives'?"

"..."

Of course Crocodile is familiar with all of these.

Not only him, but Uta and Robin behind them were also attracted by Alvin Lindsay's words.

They couldn't help but think of the same question:

If the "Sea Train" is unrealistic, what about their respective wishes?

Wouldn't it be even more bizarre?

"Ha ha……"

Lindsay took two quick steps, turned around and looked back at the three of them.

The mask was slightly lifted, revealing a strange eye that moved back and forth.

He grinned and said:

"From this point of view, we are all madmen pursuing dreams and ideals!"

…

Everyone was speechless.

But now, even Uta and Robin have realized something deeply.

That was Crocodile's previous evaluation of [Devil] Evan Lindsay.

Paranoia, fanaticism, passion...

purely!

That kind of inhuman purity is like a whirlpool on the sea, enough to swallow up any life without self.

Fortunately, the three people accompanying Alvin Lindsay all have independent wills and will never lose themselves.

"..."

Crocodile remained silent, waved his hand casually, and then continued to move forward.

…

About half an hour later.

A group of four people arrived near the No. 5 dock.

The environment here really opened the eyes of the four of them, probably the only one in the sea.

At the end of the bridge and below, there are countless shipwrecks piled up.

Either it's in tatters, or it's scattered, or it's weird...

But among them, there are also several complete "good ships" placed here and there among the wreckage, and they look like they will be ready to go to sea soon.

"Is that what Tom's Studio is doing?"

Lindsay looked at it with interest.

Crocodile on the side transformed into sand, used gravel to explore the surroundings, and soon found a room under the bridge.

"Go this way."

Crocodile waved to everyone and motioned for them to follow.

The four of them plunged into the debris pile, twisting left and right, and headed towards Tom's studio under the bridge.

…

Not long after, the warehouse door could be seen in the distance.

But then, Lindsay suddenly reached out and stopped the other three who were about to move forward.

"etc."

Lindsay narrowed her eyes, her ancient domineering look spreading.

His pupils were disordered, and countless traces appeared in his eyes, some of which were particularly conspicuous.

Fresh, urgent, powerful, malicious.

The person who can leave such traces is unlikely to be a "guest" of the shipyard.

"Not long ago, someone came with bad intentions."

"..."

Hearing this, Crocodile puffed out his cigar and entered a battle-ready state.

Lindsay signaled Robin and Uta to stay put, and he took Crocodile all the way to Tom's studio!

…

Crocodile frowned, "Someone attacked Tom's studio?"

Lindsay gestured: "It may not be an attack, but it must have bad intentions."

Crocodile had already experienced ancient knowledge, so he did not doubt Lindsay's judgment.

He just murmured:

"The people in the underground world have already taken action?"

"But there were no signs of fighting around."

"Speaking of which, how did the information about the train engine come out?"

"..."

Not long after, Lindsay and Crocodile were already standing in front of the door of the warehouse under the bridge.

Right above the door, the signboard of Tom's Studio hangs impressively.

Crocodile whispered: "There may be an ambush, be careful -

Before she finished speaking, Lindsay had already pushed open the warehouse door and shouted inside:

"Hey, excuse me, is anyone here?"

Crocodile: "..."

never mind.

A few gravels fell casually, ready to take action.

But what is surprising is that Tom's studio seems to be deserted now, with no movement at all.

Lindsay stepped in, while Crocodile stood guard at the door.

suddenly--

Wow!

The pile of debris not far in front of the two people was suddenly lifted up, and two fully loaded muskets protruded from it.

One on the left and one on the right, locking Lindsay and Crocodile respectively.

"Don't move!"

The man holding two muskets was a young man in his twenties.

He has blue-purple hair, a turban on his head, black short-sleeves, and a pair of dirty overalls.

Seeing that he was about to be discovered, he simply appeared first and threatened the two people in front of him with a musket.

"Damn guy..."

The young man grinned and said: "That is the hope of the Seven Waters City, not a weapon, but you bastards just don't believe it!"

"Over and over again..."

"Don't underestimate people, we will fight back too!"

The young man finished speaking.

boom!

Outside Tom's studio, on the other side of the wreckage of the hulk, there was suddenly the sound of exploding shells.

Lindsay and Crocodile turned to look at the same time and saw billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

The bombardment continues!

boom! boom! boom! boom……

Stream after stream of black smoke came out, adding some courage to the blue-purple haired young man.

"Hey, that stupid guy Frame always makes random things, but I didn't expect it to be useful now..."

The young man continued muttering, and then shouted loudly: "You saw it, get out of here if you don't want to get hurt!"

"..."

"well……"

Crocodile took off his cigar and sighed deeply.

Very helpless.

After all, the situation was different, and there was no way to get the information he wanted using force.

Lindsay smiled helplessly, turned around and patted Crocodile on the shoulder, saying with a slight embarrassment: "You stay here, I will save people."

"Um."

Crocodile nodded casually.

Seeing this scene, the young man suddenly became excited, raised his gun and threatened: "Those who saved you, get out of here and don't come to us again!"

"..."

Hearing this, Lindsay and Crocodile looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

When Alvin Lindsay left, Crocodile still stayed where he was.

"asshole!"

When the young man saw this, he immediately became anxious, roared and fired two shots.

boom! boom!

The bullet penetrated Crocodile's body, but only left two sand holes in it.

The young man was stunned, "What?!"

"call……"

Crocodile recovered, took another puff of his cigar, and sat down nearby.

He rubbed his brows, feeling a headache, and said impatiently:

"We shouldn't have anything to worry about here."

"The people who really need to be rescued are most likely the people in your studio."

"Those two little girls are very...well..."

Crocodile twisted his mouth and spread his hands.