Pirate’s Brood Order

The silver amphibious Bilonga motorcycle startled some carrion vultures, their fat and powerful wings spread and hovered in mid-air, and there was obviously a fresh smell of blood on the ground that attracted them for a long time.

A poisonous insect scorpion lying in ambush under the soil layer felt the tremor of the ground, and when the tire was about to roll over its head, it broke through the ground suddenly.

With ferocious poisonous hooks and sharp teeth intertwined, the scorpion opened its hungry mouth, but the motorcycle stopped suddenly, and a large military boot fell, crushing it into pieces.

Smoker raised his head and glanced at the vulture hovering above his head, and walked towards the building in front of him with the handle of the knife in his hand. This is a group of buildings half buried in the desert. From a distance, it should be an abandoned manor. There are several sentry towers and forts scattered on both sides of the manor.

The outposts and forts were all wreckage, and there was no one there, but a faint smell of blood wafted out from the swaying rusty gate. Someone died inside, and the body should be fresh and died not long ago.

"This is the location given by Yarlin, yes, but where is Crocodile?"

Smoker frowned and walked inside. After walking in for a few minutes, he pushed open a half-open iron door. Inside was a long corridor. The surrounding light was dim, but there were dim light bulbs flickering on and off. flickering darkly.

There are scattered wooden doors at both ends of the corridor, and some influence bugs are hung on the dilapidated and damp walls for monitoring.

Smoker frowned. He felt that something was wrong here, but he still walked towards the innermost part, and then pushed open a half-open wooden door, from which the strong smell of blood wafted out.

Inside the wooden door was a conference room, and beside the long square table were some corpses lying in disorder. Judging from the clothes worn by the corpses, they should be noblemen. Most of them were shot in the head or chest, revealing a blood-colored hole. Smoker looked at one or two of the corpses with familiar faces.

"Members of Neferutali's royal family? Why are you here? What is Arlin doing?"

Smoker frowned, with veins popping up on his forehead. He felt that Yarlin might be plotting against him again, but the most hateful thing was that he didn't find Crocodile.

"Wait for a while!"

Although Smoker was annoyed, he didn't leave immediately, but was still wandering around in the abandoned manor, trying to find the trace of Crocodile, and after walking around like this, he found that there were everywhere in the abandoned manor. Surveillance image bug.

Smoker walked to the bottom of a wall, raised his hand and pulled down a video worm embedded in the wall, and said to the two huge eyeballs of the video worm, "Yarlin, I know you Look behind me, I'm here, where's the Crocodile?"

Alabasta Naval Station.

Deep underground, inside the pyramids.

In front of a huge monitoring screen, Adams and Dr. Indigo stopped the experimental work at hand, and the two looked at the scene on the screen with great interest.

Dr. Kureha and Chopper were standing far away. They didn't approach, but they looked at the monitoring screen from time to time.

"The real highlight is coming!" Adams' electronic eyes flashed brightly. He was the one who knew Yarlin's overall plan. Facing Smoker's face on the monitor screen, he said to himself: "I'm sorry, Yarlin Erlin is really not watching, but don't worry, the script has already been written, Colonel Smoker!"

As if he was afraid that Dr. Indigo would not understand, Adams acted as a commentary with great interest, "If you compare this desert to the war in the East China Sea, this Colonel Smoker can be regarded as the red dog Sakas Ji, and the one who will be there is the sand crocodile Crocodile of the Shichibukai."

"The identity is roughly equivalent to the Golden Lion Shiji." Adams made an irresponsible analogy: "Although the analogy is not appropriate, it roughly means this. This is the battlefield where the two of them are dueling."

"Who will win?" Dr. Indigo nodded knowingly.

"Heh~" Adams pretended to be mysterious with a smile, and did not answer Dr. Indigo's answer, because in the picture, Smoker suddenly looked up at the sky, and a sand-yellow storm suddenly came into everyone's sight.

Nicole Robin and Darth Bowness were also standing not far away, looking at the screen and the dialogue between Adams and Dr. Indigo as if they were watching a play, a strange sense of absurdity welled up in their hearts.

Although both Nicole Robin and Dazbonis chose to betray Crocodile in the end, at this moment, there was a trace of sadness in their hearts, "The sand crocodile, which is as strong as the Qiwuhai, has also become a monster being manipulated by others." Have you designed the chess piece yet?"

"Both Smoker and Crocodile are unlikely to be winners!" Nicole Robin and Dazbonis looked at each other, seeing the fear and answer in each other's eyes at the same time.

The high-speed moving sandstorm came with a bang, and countless gravels scattered like turbulent raindrops, splashing to every corner of the abandoned manor, and all the sight was obscured by the rolling yellow sand.

"The coordinates of the location reported by Feng Kelei are near here." Crocodile looked up at the vulture that was torn into pieces by the storm above his head, and the feathers and blood spots splashed down.

Looking at the abandoned manor in front of him, he could smell a fresh smell of blood in his breath, and Crocodile could immediately smell the smell of blood coming from human corpses.

"It's here, is it inside?"

Crocodile looked inside the swaying iron door of "Kang Dang", and in his sight, there were some exposed sewer pipes and damaged wires.

In the building where the sewer pipes and electric wires are connected, there is a corridor, and there is a dim light inside. A tall and burly figure is walking out of it, and the muffled sound of boots stepping on the ground is like the sound of a heartbeat. .

"Someone came out?"

The outline of the figure seemed familiar, and then the overwhelming murderous aura came, and endless white smoke surged out crazily, dispelling the pervasive yellow sand storm.

Along the central axis of the manor, the whole world seemed to be divided into two halves by white mist and yellow sand. In the dull and oppressive collision, the smell of blood in the air seemed to be fermented, full of endless depression.

In a world divided between yellow and white, the black sky covers the top of the head, the smoke is turbulent, and the yellow sand is whistling and dull. Crocodile frowned and stared at the navy that showed his figure, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Shichibukai, the patron saint of Alabasta, the president of Baroque Studio, what should I call you?" The murderous voice echoed, "You seem surprised to see it?"

"However, I'm not surprised at all!" Smoker's voice was as cold as the wind blowing from the underworld, and he said the other party's name through gritted teeth: "Sand crocodile, Crocodile, you think about it." How did you die?"