Gorosei, the highest authority of the World Government, expressed his views in the Conference Hall and soon reached a consensus.
"There has always been a lack of radical Pacifistas within the military. We cannot simply pin our hopes on their self-discipline, just like a killing knife. The sharper the knife, the more eager to drink blood. Use it to kill the enemy, but never try to aim the blade at yourself, even if it is just an unremarkable moment, you can hardly guarantee that there will be no tragedy." white daoist robe, bald head wearing thin lenses, stepping on his feet The clogs palm stroked the scabbard gloomily said.
"Sengoku the Buddha's resignation is inevitable. We need the next Fleet Admiral heir to be obedient enough. Now it seems necessary to take some measures. Akainu's thinking is too dangerous. Let precognition take over. It fits the world's choice." Gorosei, who spoke at last, had neat blond hair. He pinched his eyebrows and said deeply: "Marine Headquarters needs to be beaten. In addition, CP9 will handle the Alabasta incident."
The black boots stepped on the bloody ground, the corpses lying on the ground all the way, the shoulders of the dyed black silk suit stood a white dove that symbolizes peace and made a "cooing" cry, revealing the cuffs The palm of her hand gripped the opponent's throat like steel, pushing her whole body off the ground and slammed against the wall.
"Cough…" The red-faced man with his chest rising and falling stared in horror at the killer who was holding his breath. The corpse of a rag doll was telling the other party's strength and cruelty. A few guys with cold breath still dripping blood on their hands were standing behind the man, looking at them with cold and playful eyes.
"A batch of unhandled experimental equipment was secretly transported to the fugitive scientist Adams in November 1514 of the Haiyuan calendar. Whose hands did this high-precision experimental instrument go through? How did you proceed with Adams? Who is the trader, or who is behind the backstage funder of Adams' escape and experiment?" The weird tadpole-like eyebrows are raised slightly to reflect the indifference in the eyes below.
The secret operation to arrest Adams failed. Jabra was judged dead after losing contact. They were about to suspect the mysterious gold master behind Adams.
"Yes…that person is…" The man opened his mouth and confided his breath with difficulty, and the fear in his lowered eyes faded strangely and replaced by a madness and hideousness, as if activated. A certain emergency mechanism buried in his brain, his throat let out a roar that didn't look like a human, and the moved towards of baring fangs and brandishing claws with both arms grabbed it.
The sharp fingers pierced the blood-stained suit and pulled out a spark of the blade rubbing the iron plate on the opponent's chest, leaving only a faint white mark, and then the bone was slapped with a sound of "ka beng" Broken voice.
"It's the same reaction again. These guys seem to have been brainwashed. Once asked this question, they will launch a suicidal attack." Holding a thorn factory covered with meat and dander. Whip, Kalifa held the light azure spectacle lens with the palm of his hand, looking towards the corpse that was thrown to the ground with the neck weirdly twisted backwards, and with only a light sweep, he retracted his gaze and looked towards Captain-Rob Lucci asked: "The clue is broken again, what are we going to do next."
Rob Lucci-CP9's substantial Captain, executioner of dark justice, known as the strongest and coldest in CP9 history The killing weapon, known as Judicial Island "CP9", the most powerhouse in 800 years.
He indifferently took the white handkerchief he handed over and carefully wiped off the blood stains on his hands, and walked out the corridor covered with corpses without saying a word. Kalifa waited for CP9 The official members of the same followed silently, each walking around to wipe off the clotting blood on their hands and faces.
The sound of treading footsteps echoes in the deadly hallway…
"Kalyfa, Kaku, and Bruno, you immediately return to the City of Seven Waters and continue to dormant. The next person will come to Alabasta with me." Lucci walked out of the house and put on a black top hat, his entire cheek was hidden in the dark so that the real expression was invisible.
"Is there a clue to Alabasta?" On the short legs, there is a chubby body, an owl-like head, with an exaggerated grin and an expression of astonishment. Otonashi Owl hurriedly covered his mouth. , And then realized that he was talking too much again, and quickly pulled the zipper stitched to his mouth to close the entire lips tightly, leaving only a pair of nostrils breathing.
"We will avenge Jabra's hatred, but we have to put it down first. We have a new task that needs to be dealt with immediately." Lucci turned his back to everyone in a harsh tone.
Several members immediately parted ways in the fork in front according to Lucci's orders, and their backs gradually disappeared into the darkness of night.
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Marineford, Marine Headquarters, inside the huge military fortress.
Akainu Sakazuki walked into the top floor, his figure became stronger and stronger, and the dark red suit that was propped up could not cover the angular muscles, and the pieces were full of explosive power like steel. The hair is also meticulously combed back and covered by the Marine cap. There is a rose flower on the collar that looks like magma, and the back is covered with a wide white army guard. Two special "justice" The bold and black font trembles as he walks, giving people a sense of murderous aura.
Go up the stairs all the way to the top floor along the corner. The soldiers guarding along the way stand upright and salute, casting awe at him, and he looks steadily forward moved towards the innermost office. , The black gloves seem to be steaming outward.
peng~ peng~ peng~ .
Amid the heavy knock on the door, the door of the dove-patterned ka-cha was pushed open, revealing the scene inside, with his head on Marine Fleet Admiral Sengoku the Buddha, with a high-pointed military hat in the shape of a seagull and a twist-like beard on the chin, was wiping the pair of frog-shaped spectacle lenses, and looked at it quietly after hearing the sound of opening the door.
Sakazuki has always disagreed with Fleet Admiral's aesthetic taste, just as he never recognized the other party's idea of managing Marine. In this regard, precognition Kuzan is his successor.
Thinking about this, Sakazuki's gaze turned away from Sengoku the Buddha looked towards the man sitting on the sofa, wearing a white suit and a dark blue shirt, but seeing the other man with a green goggles over his eyes and his nose A bubble is spit out rhythmically.
Slap.
The bubbles exploded and Kuzan yawned and took off his blindfold to face Sakazuki's undisguised disgust. He just wiped the corners of his mouth and showed an indifferent expression sneer.
The moment the eyes met each other, it seemed that there was a collision between ice and magma, terrifying air pressure was dispersed in the room, water and fire were inherently unmelted, and naked eye seemed to have a white mist emerging in the middle.