"What do you want?" The corner of Shane Crocodile's mouth turned down, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Five times the profit from the time of Kollam, I have already said." Yarlin said seriously, "There are also some things that are inconvenient for me to do personally. I need the Baroque Studio to do it for me."
"That's all?" Shane Crocodile didn't believe Yarlin from the bottom of his heart. From the information he got and this contact, Yarlin's appetite and ambition are not so easy to satisfy.
"Otherwise?" Yarlin raised his eyebrows and said helplessly, "After all, I am wearing the coat of the Marine. Neither the World Government nor the Marine Headquarters will allow me to intervene too much in the current situation of Alabasta. I am not so much the commander of the Naval Branch stationed in Alabasta, it is better to say that I was sent to observe as a spectator."
Arlen lowered his head. His military boots made a squeaking sound as they rubbed against the sand. He paused and said, "The government of Alabasta, the rebel armed forces, the Baroque Workshop, or other hidden forces and organizations have nothing to do with me. I'm just an outsider watching the show."
Crocodile took out a cigar, lit it and put it in his mouth. His crocodile-like eyes stared at Yarlin and didn't say anything.
Chi!
The sharp slash tore a hole in the sand between Yarlin and Crocodile. The bones of Hodgdon's body broke and the broken stubble mixed with blood shot out. The severed arm rotated in mid-air and fell into the desert.
Bang!
Hodgdon fell heavily to the ground, blood sprayed out along the bowl-sized broken root, and half of his body and trouser legs were stained with blood.
Daz Bonis cut off a piece of stiff flesh from his forearm that was overflowing with black blood, revealing the steel-like bones underneath. He glanced warily at Arlen's position. When he saw that the latter's expression was indifferent and didn't make any moves to rescue Hodgdon, he sneered and raised his hand, preparing to end Hodgdon's life.
"Don't you plan to save your subordinates with a broken arm?" Crocodile spat out a smoke ring after a while. He only saw ruthless indifference on Yarlin's face.
"If a subordinate dies, just change another one. There is no value in continuing to live!" Ya Erlin didn't even bat an eyelid. He sneered, "How can you save your subordinates over and over again? Don't you agree?"
Crocodile observed Yarlin's expression and tone. He found that the other party really didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates. Crocodile's face, he laughed, "What a cold and cruel character."
Chi!
The wind that cut through the air swept past. Suddenly, a sand wall was split in half in mid-air. A hoarse voice came out, "This time, it's all for now!"
Daz Bonis heard Crocodile's order and immediately restrained his killing intent. He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around his bleeding forearm and stood behind Crocodile.
Hochidon crawled up from the ground. His eyes didn't show the slightest hint of fear, as if he'd just escaped death's door. His expression was cold and indifferent as he stepped on the arm on the ground, as if it wasn't his own. He walked back to Arlen's back, his shoulders glowing red as he walked. It was as if his muscles and bones had been smeared with a layer of viscous red paste.
The smooth bone layer began to twist strangely. The white calcium paste solidified and molded, but it didn't look like a human arm at all. Instead, it looked like a sinister layer of bone extending outwards. It looked like a terrifying white centipede was drilling out inch by inch from the arm. It extended to the ground for a length of two meters.
Pitch-black blood seeped out of the turbid blood and slowly flowed along the joints, staining them. Then, it condensed into a layer of strange meat bud, causing goosebumps to rise all over one's body just by looking at it.
"Interesting ability!" Crocodile's eyes flashed with a cold light. "I believe that if Colonel Yarlin took off his Marine coat, he would be a big pirate that would give the government a headache!"
"Are you kidding? I can't bear to throw away the military uniform I'm wearing now." Yarlin grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said meaningfully, "The Marine is justice!"
"Justice!" Crocodile's lips moved, and his face also showed an intriguing smile. "A good start. I begin to believe that in the land of Alabasta, we will all get what we want."
"Happy cooperation!" The two ghosts were both cunning and ruthless. They sneered at the same time in their hearts. In an instant, countless insidious and vicious calculations flashed through their minds, but on the surface, they laughed at the same time.
A house made of solid gravel and black silk was newly built on the ruins of the Baroque studio. The smell of blood in the air had been swallowed up by the overturned desert. Daz Bonis and Hodgdon stood at the door, one on the left and one on the right. In the flat and spacious but empty house, Crocodile and Yarlin sat opposite each other.
Under Crocodile's buttocks was a solid chair made of gravel. He held a cigar in his hand and breathed out a smoke ring. "Twenty-three years ago, in Roguetown, when the Pirate King Gol D. Roger was executed, I stood at the scene and witnessed the arrogant man's head being cut off."
His eyes were still open when he died, and his mouth seemed to have a crazy laugh. His blood soaked the execution platform, but what the Marines didn't expect was that they wanted to use Roger's public execution to show the power of justice, but they didn't expect that Roger's blood would dye the whole sea red, and an era of pirates no longer under the control of the government has come. "
"What do you think of Roger?" Yarlin sat on the sofa woven with black thread. He leaned back and held a burning cigar in his hand. He said lightly, "It's a pity that there are only cigarettes and no wine, otherwise, we can toast Roger."
"Everyone who dies in this sea, their blood is the wine to pay tribute to Roger." Crocodile took a big puff of the cigar and said, "He is a winner, he started this magnificent era, but he is also a loser, because he fell at the beginning of the era."
Yarlin narrowed his eyes. He was too lazy to evaluate the dead. It was meaningless, whether it was the dead or the living. He looked at Crocodile and said, "For ambitious people, this may be the best era, an unprecedented weak government, no truth and justice, chaos and bloody order … Oh, we have to thank Roger. We all like this era, so we also like a turbulent Alabasta, which is in our interest."
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