Pirate’s Brood Order

"What do you want?" The corner of Shaker Lockdal's mouth twitched: "Don't say such deceitful nonsense."

"Five times the profit from the time of Collum, I have already said it." Yarlin said seriously: "There are still some things that are not convenient for me to do. I need Baroque Studio to do it for me."

"That's all?" Shaklockdar didn't believe in Yarlin from the bottom of his heart. Judging from the information he got and this contact, Yarlin's appetite and ambition didn't seem to be so easily captured. stuffed people.

"Otherwise?" Yarlin raised his brows and said helplessly: "After all, I am wearing the coat of the navy. Neither the world government nor the Navy Headquarters will allow me to interfere too much with the changing situation in Alabasta. , I am not so much the chief of the naval branch stationed in Alabasta as a spectator sent here to observe."

Yarlin lowered his head, and his military boots rubbed lightly on the sand to make a "sizzling" sound. He paused and said, "The Alabasta government, or the rebel armed forces, or the Baroque studio, or other hidden deeper Forces and organizations have nothing to do with me, I am just an outsider watching the show."

Crocodile took out a cigar and lit it to his lips, staring at Yarlin with dark crocodile-like eyes, without saying a word.

Chi!

The sharp slash will tear open a hole in the sand layer between Yarlin and Crocodile, and the bones on Hokkidton's body will be broken in response to the sound, and the shattered stubble will shoot out mixed with blood. Spinning plugs fall in the desert.

Boom!

Huo Qidun fell heavily on the ground, blood sprayed out along the cut root that was as big as the mouth of the bowl, and half of his body and trouser legs were stained with blood.

Dazbonis cut off a piece of stiff flesh overflowing with black blood on his forearm, exposing the skeleton like a steel blade underneath. He glanced at Yarlin's position vigilantly, seeing that the latter had an indifferent expression and no rescue action. Then he smiled coldly and raised the knife in his hand, ready to end Hochton's life.

"Aren't you going to save your subordinates after you've broken an arm?" Crocodile spit out smoke rings for a long time, and he saw only ruthless indifference on Yarlin's face.

"If a subordinate dies, just replace it with another one. There is no value in surviving as a burden!" Yaerlin said with a sneer without batting an eyelid, "There is no reason to rescue subordinates again and again, right? ?”

Crocodile observed Yarlin's expression and tone. He found that the other party seemed to really not care about the life and death of his subordinates, so he turned to a big smile on his face: "It's really cruel to cruel character."

Chi!

The knife wind that cut through the air came, and suddenly a sand wall was blocked in the air and was split into two halves. A hoarse voice came out, "This time, let's stop here for now!"

Hearing Crocodile's order, Dazbonis immediately withdrew his killing intent, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around his bleeding forearm, and stood behind Crocodile.

Hodgton got up from the ground, without the slightest panic in his pupils, he stepped on the arm on the ground with an indifferent and stern expression, as if it was a limb that was discarded at random instead of his own. Walking back to the back of Yarlin, a bloody red luster appeared on the shoulders during the walk, as if the edges of the muscles and bones were covered with a layer of sticky red slurry.

The smooth bone layer began to twist strangely, and the white calcium slurry was solidifying and shaping, but it did not look like a human arm at all, but a hideous layer of joints extending outward, which looked like a terrifying white The centipede came out inch by inch from the arm, and stretched to the ground for a distance of two meters.

The pitch-black blood leaking out of the turbidity slowly flowed down the joints and stained it, and then condensed into a layer of weird meat buds, which made people feel goose bumps all over their bodies.

"Interesting ability!" Crocodile's eyes flashed with a cold light, "I believe that if Colonel Yarlin takes off his navy coat, he will definitely be a big pirate that will cause headaches for the government!"

"Just kidding, I can't bear to throw away the military uniform I'm wearing now." Yarlin grinned, showing his white teeth, and said meaningfully: "The navy is justice!"

"Justice!" Crocodile's lips fluttered, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face. "It's a good start. I begin to believe that on the land of Alabasta, we will all get what we want."

"Happy cooperation!" The two cunning tyrants, both of whom are cannibals, sneered secretly in their hearts at the same time, and countless vicious schemes flashed in an instant, but they smiled sympathetically on the surface at the same time.

A house made of solid gravel and black silk was newly built on the ruins of the Baroque studio stronghold. The smell of blood in the air has been swallowed up by the overturned desert. Dazbornis and Hodgdon left Standing at the door on the right, Crocodile and Yarlin sat opposite to each other in the flat and spacious but empty house.

Under Crocodile's buttocks is a chair with solid gravel. He held a cigar in his hand, and spit out smoke rings faintly. He said in a deep voice, "23 years ago, in Rogue Town, when the Pirate King Gol D Roger was executed, I stood at the scene and witnessed the beheading of that invincible man."

"The corpse without a whole body, the head rolled down, the eyes were still open when he died, and there seemed to be a crazy laugh in his mouth, his blood soaked the execution platform, but what the navy didn't expect was that, Originally, I wanted to use Roger's public execution to demonstrate the power of justice, but I didn't expect Roger's blood to dye the entire sea red, and an era of great pirates that is no longer under the control of the government has come."

"What do you think of Roger?" Yarlin sat on the sofa woven with black threads, leaning halfway, holding a burning cigar in his hand, and said lightly: "It's a pity that there is only cigarettes but no alcohol, otherwise we can toast Roger."

"Everyone who died on this sea, their blood is the wine in honor of Roger." Crocodile took a sip of his cigar and said with emotion: "He is a successful man, he opened this It was a magnificent era; however, he was also a loser because he fell at the beginning of the era."

Yarlin narrowed his eyes. He didn't bother to comment on the dead. It was meaningless, whether it was the same for the dead or the living. He looked at Crocodile and said quietly: " For careerists, this may be the best era, with an unprecedented weak government, none left of truth and justice, chaotic and bloody order... Heh~ We have to thank Roger, we all like this era, so, we We both like a turbulent Alabasta, which is in our interest."