"Kirk is dead, and the headquarters should be aware of it now. They should send another colonel to take over the vacancy in 153 Branch. You need to pay attention to the movements."
"Yes, I understand. I will take care of it."
"What's the situation with the Marine Club?"
"The infiltration plan is proceeding smoothly. Some members of the Freemasonry have shown signs of moving up in various branches. With the cooperation of the Black Skull Pirates, the key infiltration Naval Branch has suffered serious losses. The recruits we stuffed in basically did not attract anyone's attention."
"Well, is there any other situation?"
"Because you have been transferred away from the East Sea, it is inevitable that some people in the club will have a change of heart. Colonel Sneti of the 16th branch and Colonel Hook of the 195th branch have been particularly active recently, but Colonel Jones of the 127th branch has frequently expressed goodwill to our 153rd branch. He should be able to understand which branch has the most power in the Navy Club. These are not big problems, I can handle them."
After the routine report was completed, Yarlin was completely assured about Crowe's ability. Moreover, Yarlin had been planning for so long in East Blue, and the chess pieces had been buried very deeply. The next step was to brew over time and nibble East Blue from all aspects step by step. This matter no longer required Yarlin's attention. He could remotely command Crowe to execute it from Alabasta.
Knock knock knock …
There was a knock on the door. Yarlin hung up the phone and glanced sideways at Sendou, who came in.
"This is an invitation from Alabasta's military, inviting you to a banquet held by the military in a month's time." Sen Dou handed the black and silver invitation to Arlen.
"The Alabasta military?" Yarlin rubbed the invitation with an intriguing look on his face. The Alabasta military forces had recently seized the leadership of the political situation from the Nefertari Royal Family. The nearby military regions were frequently deployed and operated. These naturally could not be hidden from the spies sent by the Naval Branch. "Sending an invitation at this time, I'm afraid there is a deep meaning."
"The Nefertari Royal Family, the Sand Crocodiles, the rebel armed forces, and finally the military of Alabasta. Interesting, all the demons can't help but want to perform on stage." Yarlin chuckled and ordered: "Reply to the military of Alabasta, tell them that our Naval Branch will be there on time."
The crimson sunlight shone brightly on the falling snow and silver frost. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the cannon fire that had covered half of the sky came crashing down. The dark clouds rolled back, and the entire Magnetic Drum Island seemed to be about to be torn apart by the fierce bombardment.
On one side was the Magnetic Drum King, Wapol, who had returned with his new Murloc subjects, and on the other side was Dalton, who had led his people to build a new kingdom. Amidst the clash of cannon fire were countless torn corpses and severed limbs. Wapol indifferently swept his gaze across the battlefield that had been massacred by the transformers, ripples in the depths of his eyes.
"This way, Your Majesty Wapol." Zan's voice echoed in Wapol's mind as he swung his saw.
"Hmm!" Wapol followed behind Zan 'gau and walked all the way into the depths of the snowy forest. The branches and branches that were wrapped in silver reflected under his feet, and a strange crack opened up as if it had a consciousness of its own. Dense snowy strands wrapped around Wapol's body and slowly dragged him into the depths of the Crystal Palace.
In the dazzling light of the kaleidoscope, beautiful frost mist poured into Wapol's mouth and nose. As if he had just escaped from hypnosis, he suddenly woke up and struggled with his mouth wide open, but more and more frost mist swallowed him alive.
An hour later, Wapol's figure dissipated.
The frost mist dissipated, revealing Wapol's burly figure. He was emanating a cold aura, and there was a black light swirling in his eyes.
"From today onwards, you are the guardian of the Crystal Palace, Wapol, and also the king of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom!"
The deep voice transcended the distance and directly entered Wapol's mind. He repeated those words as he slowly walked out of the Crystal Palace.
The slaughter outside was coming to an end. Dalton's army had been completely routed, and they fled into the dense snowy forest in panic.
"Those murlocs are monsters. We can't beat them." A panicked voice spoke to Dalton.
Dalton's face was also ashen as he stared at his trusted subordinate. He had been brimming with confidence when he formed his army, swearing to keep Wapol out of the country. However, he never expected Wapol to have recruited such a terrifying army of murlocs that were like killing machines.
"Dalton!" A cold voice came from the snowy forest.
Dalton's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Wapol's burly figure walking out of the snowy forest. White mist was coming out of his cold cheeks. "Lead your people and submit to my throne, and I can forgive your sins."
"Forgive?" Dalton looked like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He stared at Wapol as a pair of ferocious horns appeared on his forehead. His face turned into that of a black bull, and white steam came out of his nostrils. "From the moment you abandoned your people and fled to the sea, you no longer deserve to lead the people of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom."
"I'm back to lead you all once again. I'll bring new life to this Ice Island, just like the scorching sun." Wapol's eyes flashed with black lines. He looked at the trembling people behind Dalton and continued, "From the Magnetic Drum Island, all the way to Alabasta."
"Alabasta? What are you talking about? " Dalton was stunned. Although the man in front of him was indeed Wapol, for some reason, he felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. It was as if his flesh and blood had been transformed into another person, even though he was still wearing that human skin.
"The entire Magnetic Drum Island will become a production factory. Every living creature on the island will be turned into a part of the army. Then, the king of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom, Wapol, will lead you to help the people of Alabasta who are in dire straits." Wapol bit his strange, icy mouth, and a hole suddenly appeared in his palm, from which an ice crystal barrel shot out ferocious murderous intent.
"You want to invade Alabasta? Don't even think about letting the people of the Magnetic Drum Island die for your greed! "Dalton stomped on the ground and charged at Wapol like a mad bull.
"You don't want to?"
The two halves of the cannonball fell, and Valpo seized Dalton by the horns. He opened his mouth, and a rustling sound filled his throat, as if some living creature, which he had swallowed, were creeping out of his bottomless belly.
"What is that?" Dalton stared at the black mouth. Countless strange silver threads shot out of it and filled his vision.
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