Throwing the Den Den Mushi on the sofa, the wrinkles on both sides of Crocodile's nose were deep, and the scar across half of his cheek looked extremely fierce. "I'm afraid that Yarlin has already guessed some of my cards. However, Michigan really underestimated him. Who would have thought that the Alabasta military would plan such a bold plan?"
As he spoke, the man in front of the mural turned around. Behind the crimson glasses, his gaze seemed to be tangible. His pointed black leather shoes scratched the ground, making the sound of iron and stone clashing. The strange laughter coming from his throat stopped, revealing his scarlet tongue to lick his lips. This was a man whose every inch of his aura was filled with the word "dangerous".
Don Quixote Doflamingo, one of the Shichibukai, is known as a different kind of pirate and the most dangerous man in the world.
"Once the Warring States of Buddha leaves office, you should know the attitude of the barking dog Sakazuki towards the Shichibukai system. It is a mad dog that will never let go of a bone." Doflamingo stood beside the mural with his hands in his trouser pockets. The whole person seemed to be shrouded by the black fire in the painting. His voice was as cold as ice. "The surging tide is about to sweep over. Even the hot and dry Alabasta can't stop the smell of the sea from spreading, mixed with the smell of blood tearing the pulse."
"Oh ~ I'm different from you. I create turmoil and war to seize power and achieve my own goals, and you …" Crocodile stared at the cheeks with a hint of morbid madness in front of him, and the depths of his ambitious eyes revealed a danger that even he was afraid of. "You crave destruction, turmoil, and war. You enjoy the whole world's wailing, fear, and despair in the process."
"Heh heh heh heh …" Doflamingo spread his arms and said with a faint smile, "Is there really any difference? Only the two of us are the same kind in the true sense of the word. I can help you solve the problem in Alabasta. "
Crocodile's pupils contracted, like the pupils of a crocodile that found its prey. "So kind? What do you want? "
Doflamingo's arms suddenly clasped together. His fingers were clenched so tightly that they made cracking sounds. His voice was extremely forceful as he said word by word, "Alliance! The Seven Warlords of the Sea should not just be a loose name, but should be completely united together and become the real power of this era. "
Crack!
The window was blown open, and the howling wind and sand poured in from the outside. The cold moonlight shone in from the side, leaving a long shadow on the ground between the two of them.
"What a seductive speech."
After a while, Crocodile suddenly waved his hand and the window suddenly closed. The broken moonfrost dissipated. He stood up and walked over to Doflamingo and held out his right hand.
"Pa!"
Clasping his hands together, Doflamingo let out a strange laugh. As if he had inadvertently thought of something, he asked, "Oh, by the way, there is still a small matter that needs to be dealt with. Some time ago, did Baroque's studio go to an island in the East China Sea? Can you tell me why?"
"Eastern Sea?" Crocodile raised his eyebrows, his eyes were half-squinted, and his tone was quite strange. "A failed interception operation, the agents sent were all wiped out."
Doflamingo smacked his lower lip and asked, "What about the mission target?"
Crocodile's expression became more and more strange and suspicious. He thought about it and replied, "It's a coincidence that the target of the mission is Marine Captain Yarlin in Alabasta who just talked to me. Is there any problem on that island?"
"Oh, heh heh heh ~" Doflamingo grinned and took off his glasses, revealing a pair of eyes the size of black beans. He faintly said, "No, one of my business partners is interested in his eyes, heh heh heh heh …"
Four days later.
At the peak of the Red Line, Holy Land Mariejois, where the World Government Headquarters is located.
In the towering white building group, the flags of the 170 world allies fluttered at the top. Looking down from a high altitude, there was a huge ring-shaped palace in the middle. At the top of the palace was a round platform molded into the shape of the sun, symbolizing the hot light and the authority of justice.
At this moment, a specially encrypted document appeared on the table in the conference room. The waxy yellow cowhide file bag was opened, revealing a piece of paper engraved with the mark of "Joker". The paper densely recorded a series of recent events in Alabasta and related hidden information.
The joker in the poker card represented joker, and Doflamingo's code name in the dark underground world was joker.
"The situation in Alabasta has deteriorated to such a point that the Nefertari family has completely lost control. Now the Alabasta military is in charge. We shouldn't have intervened in this, but …" The five "Gorōsei" with the highest power of the World Government around the conference table stared at the documents on the table. One of them was wearing a dark green suit and his mustache was trembling slightly. He said in a deep voice, "The military of Alabasta has completely lost control. Their next actions will cause dangerous turbulence throughout the country."
"I have heard that the current Prime Minister of Alabasta, Michigan is an Ivy League politician. Unfortunately, he made a mistake this time. The Marine Headquarters is an armed organ under the jurisdiction of the World Government. Its duty is to maintain the peace of the entire sea, not to be involved in a certain country or force as a thug. It is not allowed to be bribed under any conditions. No matter what the situation is, it is not allowed. The Marine cannot intervene in the political situation of other countries under any excuse. This is the bottom line that must not be touched. Otherwise, it will be a terrible disaster for the whole world." Black suit, white curly hair, fluffy white beard, and the scar on the left side of his face looked fierce and cold as he spoke. "Send a document to give a written warning to the Marine Headquarters. They are not allowed to contact the military of Alabasta in any form."
"A telegram document can't solve the problem. The Warring States of Buddha is about to leave office, and some radical voices have begun to emerge in the Marine Headquarters. We can't guarantee that the next Fleet Admiral will still be as calm and wise as the Warring States of Buddha. We must take more insurance measures to strangle this danger in the cradle." Wearing a dark blue suit, white hair and squinting eyes, there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his cold voice.
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