Pirate’s Brood Order

The world is so cruel. For the vast majority of people, peace is what they yearn for, but for a small number of ambitious people, turmoil and chaos are the paradise they dream of, because only by holding the turbulent trend hostage, can they have Opportunity touches the palm of their hand to the weight of authority and gets everything they want.

"There are Baroque Studios behind the turmoil in Alabasta, but in the final analysis, the royal family of this country is cowardly and cowardly. The king is superstitious about the efficacy of dancing powder to pray for rain, but he doesn't care about the life and death of other people, and he has no ability to control the political situation. , This is the bitter fruit brewed by the royal family themselves." Crocodile glanced at the sunlight slanting in from the outside of the room, and the elongated shadow of the door slanted between the two of them.

Yarlin lightly sipped his cigar, he would not refute Crocodile's statement, no matter how much truth there is in it, it doesn't matter, he is not here to seek the truth, and he agrees with Crocodile's point of view, that is Alabasta's royal family is indeed incompetent, otherwise, how could it give Crocodile the ambition to get involved and... the opportunity.

"The bitter fruit of the Alabasta royal family is the candied fruit of your Crocodile." Yarlin made a gesture of stealing with five fingers: "I don't care whose hands this fruit falls into in the end. I am bound by the military uniform on my body." It means that I cannot have unrealistic delusions about a land-based country."

Yarlin inhaled the last cigar into his lungs, and then exhaled a white smoke ring from his nostrils. He said solemnly: "I just hope that the turmoil in Alabasta will continue. A peaceful Alabasta cannot be shown to the upper echelon of the Navy Headquarters." For what I'm worth, I need to use the blood of the people of Alabasta to stain the star on my shoulder."

Yarlin stood up, the sofa under him collapsed strangely and converged into silk threads that penetrated into his exposed ankles. He walked out, and the black threads woven in the sand wall "hissed" and pulled back. The houses began to crumble into gravel and fall to the ground, piled up at Crocodile's feet.

"I have never considered myself a cruel person, but unfortunately, we all know that there are many bones buried under the ladder to power, and usually the more people die, the thicker the blood in the air, Only the scepter you hold has more weight!"

Yarlin faced Crocodile who stood up, and Hodgdon came over and put the blood-stained army uniform on Yarlin's shoulders. He said deeply to Crocodile's eyes: "The decline of Alabasta And destruction is inevitable. This heavy bitter fruit is falling into the abyss according to the script you designed. Whether you want to reach out to catch it in your palm at the last moment, or completely destroy it is up to you. , I just need to shed enough blood in this process, and add enough bright scenes to our navy branch, we cooperate with each other, dazzle each other, and finally get what we need."

"You're a hypocritical and shameless bastard, but I'm starting to like you a little bit." Crocodile's eyes lit up: "I'm just curious about how you plan to dye your epaulettes with the blood of this country?"

"Conflicts, contradictions, riots, turmoil that overturned the entire current situation, Alabasta's 600,000 standing defenders, hundreds of thousands of rebels gathered, and millions of displaced people or mobs, this The blood irrigated is enough to irrigate the entire desert into a wet swamp. At that time, you, Shaklockdar, can once again act as the hero of this country. At that stage, our navy branch will naturally get tickets and performances to participate in, right? ?” Yarlin said with a smile.

Others might hear it as cloudy, but who is Crocodile, he immediately understood the deep meaning in Yarlin's words, the scar across the entire cheek was lifted slightly, and the eyes of the crocodile with deep bags under the eyes were even brighter. Sheng.

"One more piece of information for you. Alabasta's royal family has no longer suspected that there is a huge mystery hidden in the turmoil in this country. They even have a very accurate sense of smell and have pinpointed the Baroque studio, and they seem to have vaguely guessed the behind-the-scenes of the Baroque studio. The black hand has something to do with you, but it's just that there is no evidence to identify it." Yarlin reminded out of goodwill.

"There is an ocean of distance between doubt and the truth. Of course there is no shortage of doubts in the royal family of Alabasta. It is a pity that the people who have been dazed by anger will not believe their slander, and in that palace The trash doesn’t dare to blatantly identify a king Shichibukai who has been canonized by the world government.” Crocodile lightly licked his lower lip and said with a sinister smile: “I’m just curious, where did you get this information from? Where did it come from?"

"A failed interception operation, huh~ I was told by a special agent in your baroque studio who contacted me on behalf of the royal family. It seems that he went to the doctor in a hurry and pinned his hopes on the just navy." Arlin Sighing, there was a hint of pity in his tone: "So, sometimes the navy's coat is still very valuable, and it also shows that the credibility of the government and the navy has not been completely lost."

"I see, I will find this little mouse that sneaked into the studio." Crocodile did not directly ask who the spy was. The information provided by Yarlin was detailed enough, and he would soon be able to investigate the mouse when he returned. The real identity of the mouse.

Yarlin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, waved away, and the bloody coat with the word "justice" gradually disappeared from Crocodile's sight.

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a week later.

In a hidden underground stronghold in the Baroque studio, in a dark and cramped space, several walking figures are quietly communicating information and intelligence.

"The new navy captain is a lunatic. He even pulled out nine hidden strongholds in the studio in a row. There was no living person left in each stronghold, leaving only a bloody seagull flag and the 'blood for blood' four This word is to retaliate against the studio's killing operation some time ago."

"Revenge is really heavy."

"Many members are afraid to show up at the stronghold because of panic, for fear of being suddenly attacked by the navy, but the navy is able to find so many hidden strongholds in the studio so accurately. It was leaked to the Navy."

Hearing the discussion in his ear, Icarem, who was sitting in the corner, turned pale. He looked at Weiwei and whispered, "It's too dangerous to continue lurking in the studio. We must escape as soon as possible."

Boom!

The secret door was pushed open, and Miss. Valentine, who was holding a parasol, walked in. The soles of her sharp high-heeled shoes made a clang sound as she stepped on the wooden floor. She asked with an exaggerated laugh: "Miss Is Wednesday here?"