Pirate’s Brood Order

This is a manor that was half buried by wind and sand. In fact, it was transformed into a small munitions factory, and at the same time it served as a contact point for the Baroque studio.

Since the death of His Majesty Cobra, Crocodile stepped into the front stage from behind the scenes as a savior with a very high voice, the years of drought seemed to be relieved in response, and the large-scale rain began to visit this desert again. This also seemed to confirm Cobra's senselessness even more.

Everything is concluded, even the most violent rain can hardly wash away the spilled dirt, and even the dirt that has been incorporated into Cobra's corpse; Correspondingly, Crocodile's reputation is getting more and more popular among the people support.

White smoke swirls around, the cigar in Smoker's mouth is severed by his lips, he lets the rain run down his stern cheeks with a cold face, the cold and murderous intent in his sight seems to freeze the rain into a Frost.

"Justice?" The corner of Smoker's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and the big coat on his back was soaked by the rain and stuck to his broad back. His body suddenly turned into an invisible cloud of smoke and enveloped the factory, and his cold voice echoed In the rain and fog: "Destroy the Baroque Workshop!"

One after another, spies in black cloaks held guns and fought with the influx of naval soldiers.

The corpse fell down in the factory, and the flowing blood gathered into a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood permeated the whole factory. In the center of the battlefield, several senior agents of the Baroque studio fled quickly.

The influx of smoke was full of coldness, covering it with claws and teeth, and sharp sawtooths emerged from the chains of smoke, like water snakes trembling around the terrifying waist.

Amidst the shrill screams, the bodies of these spies were wound and sawed off, and a large amount of blood splashed and stained the red blood mist. From it came a scalp-numbing sound of biting and gnawing. It was their bodies being cut and torn by the saw teeth. There was a lot of blood and broken limbs.

"do not come!"

The bloody scene chilled the hearts of these spies who were also covered in blood. They couldn't even see people in the bloody mist, and could only hear the horrible howls, as if they were facing an invisible monster that would destroy human beings. Rebellious nerves.

Some spies put down their weapons and knelt on the ground tremblingly, watching the blood mist solidify into a blood-stained navy in horror.

"Kneel and surrender?"

Dashiqi's bloody corpse appeared unconsciously in Smoker's mind. He sneered with a distorted face, stepped on cruel steps, and brushed his hands forward, countless sawtooth smoke swayed "chi la la" Then, every time he took a step forward, there would be splashes of blood and flesh splashing on his body.

"Justice without forgiveness and mercy!"

Every spy in the Baroque studio shrouded in smoke, no matter begging for mercy on his knees, or frantically struggling to resist, was to no avail. His whole body was minced into fleshy dregs, and exploded into a bloody mist with a bang, dyeing the white mist into blood. Bloody color.

The white mist was gradually dyed red, and Smogson's fair complexion and short hair like silver frost also revealed the color of blood, and his face showed a sickly flush.

"All the scum should be cleaned up, so that you won't have the chance to commit crimes again, and such an innocent and kind person can gain peace and peace!" Smoker covered the head of a secret agent with five fingers, and his bloodshot pupils looked at each other In the past, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “Tell me, where is Crocodile hiding?”

His clenched fingers showed the color of black iron, which was a symbol of the crazy tempered armed color covering the entire arm, and the palm was still stained with a piece of blood and flesh, sticky and sticky on the top of the spy's head.

Trembling all over his body, like falling into an ice cave is not enough to describe a ten thousandth of his fear, his teeth trembled violently, and his frightened and begging eyes did not dare to meet Smoker's pupils.

"You don't know the answer!" Smoker pierced the opponent's head with five fingers, and the blood mist poured in along the fingers blew the swollen head into pieces. He spat hard, as if explaining to them, It seemed to be calming my patience and emotions, "It doesn't matter, after I destroy the strongholds one by one, I will naturally be able to find the location of Crocodile."

Even though Smoker was angry, he still retained a semblance of reason. He didn't go directly to Crocodile for revenge. After all, he had no evidence or reason to deal with the patron saint of Alabasta, and he was still a member of the Shichibukai under the king.

However, he can justify sweeping and destroying the Baroque studio like a mad dog. Does Crocodile dare to openly admit that he is connected with the notorious criminal organization?

Smog is provoking Crocodile, and he is using the most bloody and violent radical methods to force Crocodile to attack him.

"Come on, Crocodile, come and kill me, otherwise, the organization you have worked so hard to build will be smashed into nothing by me little by little." Smog wiped out the stronghold, leaving no one alive. Setting fire to the entire factory, he believed Crocodile would understand the message he was trying to convey.

Blood debts, blood debts, endless death!

"Rainstorm and flames can't extinguish the killing intent in my heart, only Crocodile's body can extinguish it all!" Smoker stood on the high slope, watching the factory burned to ashes by the fire, the rainwater The steaming black smoke lingered in the sky, and he left with a cold face.

In this desert, Smoker and Crocodile can only survive at most one!

"Walpo of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom led the army to make a comeback again, and merged with the remaining rebel army to form a force, which is attacking the military's blockade." Crocodile the sand crocodile stared at the sand table in Alabasta with a gloomy expression. I was thinking: "Yarlin died and came back to life. I don't know if it is a human or a ghost, and I can't find any traces; and the white hunter Smoker chased and bit him like a mad dog, and destroyed more than a dozen people in a short period of time." stronghold of the Baroque workshop."

"There is also Neferutali Weiwei who hooked up with Smoker, and Bell's siege operation also failed, and was rescued by an unknown guy!" Crocodile tapped his index finger On the table, fine quicksand gathered into a ball at his fingertips, and he smelled a feeling of a storm coming.

The chessboard that he was about to flatten seemed to be cracked again from the corners, and there was a posture of breaking the chessboard towards the center.

"This kind of seemingly inconspicuous and irrelevant, but in fact it seems that a black hand is quietly fiddled with the chessboard, creating a crumbling sense of crisis for me!" Crocadar narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party on the sand table, It was as if he saw a figure hidden in the darkness slowly walking towards him.

In the cold and strange smile, the cross pattern between the eyebrows was dark and deep. Crocodile stared at the empty darkness, and a name appeared in his heart: "Colonel Yarlin, are you playing tricks?"