This is a manor half buried by wind and sand. In fact, the inside has been transformed into a small munitions factory, and at the same time it serves as a contact and transit point for the Baroque Works room.
Since the death of Cobra Your Majesty, Crocodile stepped into the front of the stage with a very high voice as a Savior from behind the scenes. Years of drought seemed to respond to the general relief, and the large-scale rain began to patronize again. In this desert, it seems to have made Cobra's desolation even more real.
Everything has been concluded, even the most violent rain is difficult to wash away the spills, and it has even been integrated into the dirt in the Cobra corpse; the corresponding nature is the growing reputation of Crocodile Get the support of the people.
White smoke is lingering, Smoker's cigar in his mouth is cut off by his lips fiercely, his face is cold and the rain is running across his cold cheeks, the killing intent contained in his sight seems to be Freeze the rain curtain into frost.
"Justice?" Smoker's mouth evokes a cold arc, and the big shank draped behind his back is soaked by rain and sticks to his broad back. His body suddenly turns into a cloud of invisible smoke moved towards the factory. , The cold voice echoed in the rain and fog: "Destroy the Baroque Works room!"
One by one, spies in black cloaks armed with guns and the influx of Marine soldiers fought into a battle.
The corpse was planted in the factory, and the flowing blood gathered into a pool of blood. A strong smell of blood permeated the entire factory. In the center of the battlefield, several senior agents in the Baroque Works room fled quickly.
The smoke pouring in with a sharp coldness, covered by baring fangs and brandishing claws, one after another, sharp serrations appeared on the chain of smoke, shaking the horrible waist like a water snake Limbs entangled.
In the sound of mournful scream, the bodies of these agents were entangled and sawn off, and large swaths of blood spilled and stained with red blood mist, and the sound of scalp-numbing biting and gnawing came from them. It was theirs. The body was severed by sawtooth, ripped out a lot of blood and stumps and arms.
"Don't come here!"
The bloody scene made the spies who were also covered with blood feel terrified. In the bloody mist, you can't even see the silhouette, you can only hear the terrifying The horrible howl, like facing an invisible monster, will destroy the nerves of human resistance.
Some agents put down their weapons, knelt on the ground trembling with fear, and watched in horror as the blood mist condensed into a marine dyed through by blood.
"Kneeling to surrender?"
Smoker's mind unconsciously came up with Tashigi's bloody corpse. His face was twisted and sneered. He stepped on his feet with cold steps, his hands facing As he flicked forward, countless sawtooth ropes trembled, every time he took a step forward, splashes of blood and meat would splash on him.
"Justice has no forgiveness and mercy!"
Every spy in the smoke-shrouded Baroque Works room, whether it is kneeling on his knees begging for mercy, or frantically struggling to resist, all will not help After being minced into meat foam dregs, peng sound is blown into blood mist, which dyes the white mist into a bloody color.
The thick white mist was gradually dyed into red. Smoker's white complexion and short silvery hair also revealed the color of blood light, and his face showed a sickly flush.
"All the dregs should be cleaned up, so that you will not have the opportunity to commit crimes again. Such innocent and kind people can achieve peace and peace!" Smoker covered the head of an agent with his five fingers, bloodshot The densely packed pupils looked at each other, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Tell me, where is Crocodile hiding?"
His tightened fingers showed the color of black iron, which was a Busoshoku that was madly tempered. The symbol covering the entire arm, the palm was still stained with a bloody thing, sticky and greasy on the top of the agent's head.
Shudder all over, like falling in a ice hole is not enough to describe one ten thousandth of his fear. His teeth trembled violently, and his begging eyes did not dare to look at Smoker's pupils.
"You don't know the answer!" Smoker's five fingers pierced the opponent's head brazenly, and the blood mist poured down his fingers exploded the swollen head to pieces. He fiercely spit out, as if Explain to them, and it seems to be soothing their patience and emotions, "It doesn't matter, when I destroy the strongholds, I will naturally find the place of Crocodile." Even though Smoker is angry, it still retains a trace. Reason, he didn't directly go to Crocodile to take revenge. After all, he had no evidence and reason to deal with the Guardian God of Alabasta, and he was still a member of Oka Shichibukai.
However, he can stand up by sweeping and destroying the Baroque Works room like a mad dog. Does Crocodile dare to openly admit that he is connected to a notorious criminal organization?
Smoker is angering Crocodile. He is using the bloodiest and most violent radical means to force Crocodile to attack him.
"Come on, Crocodile is here to kill me, otherwise, the organization you have worked so hard to build will be smashed into nothing by me." Smoker flattened the stronghold without leaving a living. He set fire to the entire factory while leaving. He believed that Crocodile could understand the signal he wanted to send.
a debt of blood must be paid in blood, irreconcilable!
"Heavy rain and flames can't extinguish the boiling killing intent in my heart. Only Crocodile's corpse can extinguish it!" Smoker stood on a high slope, watching the fire burn to ashes. At the factory, the black smoke from the rain was lingering in the sky, and he left with a cold face.
On this desert, Smoker and Crocodile can only survive at most one!
"The Wapol wave of the Drum Kingdom led the army to return in a swirl of dust, and merged with the remaining insurgents to form a force, which is impacting the military's blocked defense line." Crocodile Staring at the sand table of Alabasta, the complexion is gloomy is thinking: "Yarlin is dead and resurrected. I don't know whether it is a man or a ghost, and I can't find any trace; there is also the white hunter Smoker chasing and biting himself like a mad dog, in a short time It has already destroyed a dozen strongholds in the Baroque Works room."
"Nefirutali Vivi also hooked up with Smoker, and Bell's siege operation failed. I was rescued by an unknown guy!" Crocodile tapped his index finger on the desktop, and the fine quicksand gathered in a ball at his fingertips. He smelled the feeling of wind and rain.
The chessboard that was about to be flattened by him, seems to have cracked cracks from the corners of each corner, and there is a posture of breaking the chessboard toward the center.
"This kind of seemingly unremarkable has nothing to do with it, but in fact it seems that a black hand is quietly fiddled with the board, creating a sense of crisis on the verge of collapse for me!" Kuro Kadar Squinting at the sand table, he seemed to see a silhouette hidden in the dark slowly walking towards him.
In the cold and weird smile, the cross pattern of the eyebrows is dark and deep. Crocodile stared at the empty darkness, and a name appeared in his heart: "Yarlin Captain, are you doing the ghost?" "