This was how cruel the world was. For the vast majority of people, peace was what they yearned for, but for a small number of ambitious people, turmoil and chaos were the heavens that they yearned for even in their dreams. This was because only by seizing the general trend of turmoil and chaos would they have the opportunity to touch the heavy weapons of authority and obtain everything that they wanted.
"Alabasta's turmoil is fueled by the Baroque Studio, but in the final analysis, it's because the royal family of this country is muddle-headed and cowardly. The king is superstitious about the rain-praying effect of dancing powder, but he doesn't care about the life and death of other people, and he doesn't have the ability to control the political situation. This is the bitter fruit of the royal family's own cultivation." Crocodile glanced at the sunlight slanting in from outside the house, and the shadow of the door was just between the two of them.
Yarlin sipped his cigar lightly. He would not refute Crocodile's statement. It didn't matter how much truth there was in it. He was not here to seek the truth, and he agreed with Crocodile's point of view that the royal family of Alabasta was indeed incompetent. Otherwise, how could it give Crocodile the ambition to get involved and … the opportunity?
"The bitter fruit of the royal family of Alabasta is the candied fruit of you, Crocodile." "I don't care who gets the fruit in the end. I'm bound by my military uniform, so I can't have any unrealistic thoughts about a country on the continent." Arlen made a grabbing motion with his fingers, "I don't care who gets the fruit in the end.
Yarlin inhaled the last cigar into his lungs, then exhaled a white smoke ring from his nose. He said, "I just hope that Alabasta can continue to be turbulent. A peaceful Alabasta can't show my value to the upper level of the Marine Headquarters. I need the blood of the people of Alabasta to dye the star on my shoulder red."
Yarlin stood up, and the sofa under him collapsed strangely into silk threads that drilled into his exposed ankles. He walked out, and the black threads woven in the sandstone wall hissed and pulled back. The whole house began to collapse into sand and fell to the ground, piling up at Crocodile's feet.
"I've never thought of myself as a cruel person, but regrettably, we all know that there are piles of bones buried under the stairs leading to power. Usually, the more people are sacrificed, the denser the blood in the air, and the more powerful the scepter is!"
Yarlin faced Crocodile, who had stood up. Hodge walked over and draped the blood-stained uniform over Yarlin's shoulders. He looked at Crocodile and said, "The decline and destruction of Alabasta is inevitable. This heavy bitter fruit is falling into the abyss according to the script you designed. It's up to you whether you want to reach out and grasp it in your palm at the last moment or completely destroy it. I just need enough blood in the process and enough eye-catching scenes for our Naval Branch. We will cooperate with each other and finally get what we need."
"You're a hypocritical and shameless bastard, but I'm starting to like you a little." Crocodile's eyes were shining. "I'm just curious about how you plan to stain your epaulets with the blood of this country?"
"Conflict, contradiction, riots, and turmoil that will overturn the whole situation. Alabasta has 600,000 standing guards, hundreds of thousands of rebels, and millions of displaced people or mobs. The blood of this irrigation is enough to irrigate the entire desert into a wet swamp. At that time, you, Sha Crocodile, can once again become the hero of this country, and at that stage, our Naval Branch will naturally get a ticket to participate and perform, right?" Yarlin said with a smile.
If it's someone else, they may be confused, but who is Crocodile? He immediately understood the deep meaning of Yarlin's words. The scar across the entire cheek was slightly raised, and the crocodile's eyes in the deep eye bags were brighter.
"I'll give you another piece of information. The royal family of Alabasta has already suspected that there is a huge mystery hidden in the turmoil of this country. They even accurately found the Baroque Studio, and they seem to have vaguely guessed that the person behind the Baroque Studio is related to you, but they still have no evidence to identify you." Yarlin kindly reminded.
"There is a gap between suspicion and the truth. Of course, there is no shortage of doubts in the royal family of Alabasta. Unfortunately, the people who have been blinded by anger will not believe their slander, and the waste in the palace will not dare to blatantly identify a Shichibukai conferred by the World Government." Crocodile licked his lower lip gently and smiled, "I'm just curious, where did you get this information from?"
"A failed interception operation, oh ~ It was a spy in your Baroque Studio who took the initiative to contact me, on behalf of the royal family. It's probably a desperate attempt to find a doctor, and the Marine who hopes for justice." Ya Erlin sighed. There was a trace of pity in his voice. "That's why the navy's coat is still very valuable. It also means that the credibility of the government and the navy hasn't been completely lost."
"I know, I will find the little mouse who sneaked into the studio." Crocodile did not directly ask who the spy was. The information provided by Yarlin was detailed enough. He would soon find out the true identity of the mouse when he went back.
Arlen shrugged nonchalantly, waved his hand, and left. His blood-red sword with the word "Justice" on it gradually disappeared from Crocodile's sight.
… …
A week later.
In a hidden underground stronghold of the Baroque Studio, in a dark and cramped space, several figures were quietly communicating information and intelligence.
"The new Marine Colonel is a madman. He even uprooted nine hidden strongholds of the studio in succession. No one was left alive in each stronghold. Only a blood-red seagull flag and the words" Blood for blood "were left behind. It's revenge for the interception operation of the studio some time ago."
"It's really vengeful."
"Now many members don't dare to appear in the strongholds for fear of being suddenly attacked by the Marine. But the Marine was able to accurately find so many hidden strongholds of the studio. It's very suspicious. I'm afraid that someone leaked the information to the Marine."
Listening to the discussion, Icaram, who was sitting in the corner, turned pale. He looked at Vivian and whispered, "It's too dangerous to continue lurking in the studio. We must escape as soon as possible."
Bang!
The secret door was pushed open and Miss Valentine came in holding a parasol. Her sharp high-heeled shoes made a clanging sound on the wooden floor. She asked with an exaggerated smile, "Is Miss Wednesday here?"
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