Adams glanced coldly at the terrified Mr. Five and answered truthfully, "There's no need for that."
"The improvement of the Crimson Cannon still requires my presence." Mr. Five could feel the deep malice in Yarlin's eyes. He kept retreating, but he was surrounded by darkness, and countless terrifying tentacles wrapped around him.
"In fact, the improvement of the Crimson Cannon has already reached the peak of its current stage, and I need you to do something more meaningful." Arlen's figure appeared behind Mr. Five amidst the blooming darkness. He placed his large palm on Mr. Five's neck like a lover's touch. Arlen's low and magnetic voice penetrated Mr. Five's trembling eardrums. "I've always believed that the most dazzling fireworks are those that burn with life, and you undoubtedly have the potential to do so."
"You..." Mr. Five did not understand the deeper meaning behind Yarlin's words, but he felt a chill in his bones that was about to freeze him. That did not necessarily mean wonderful happiness.
* Chi! *
Yarlin's fingertips pierced the spine behind Mr. Five's neck, and the cold black lines penetrated into his body. "Transform," Yarlin said calmly.
Pitch-black lines strangely appeared on the surface of Mr. Five's body, and then transformed into dark red lines that looked like a continuous burning flame. His rock-and-roll hairstyle also grew and expanded in an even more exaggerated manner. His chest area, in particular, emitted a violent thumping sound, as if there were several hearts beating at the same time. The air exhaled from his nose had a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Transform him into a self-destruct man!" Yarlin looked at Adams and said.
"No problem!" Adams's eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he turned his attention to Mr. Five, who was lying on the experiment table. He walked over and looked at Mr. Five as if he was examining a delicate work of art. The sharp scalpel brazenly pierced down and cut open Mr. Five's body.
Dr. Culeja stood aside and watched Arlen complete the demon-like transformation ritual. A trace of coldness flashed across the depths of her eyes. Then, she picked up the thruster and cooperated with Adams. During this period of vivisection, although the subjects were transformed bodies that couldn't be counted as normal life forms and had all the characteristics of life forms, in Dr. Culeja's eyes, the souls of these life forms were castrated and could only be counted as half-living creatures. However, she was still afraid of Arlen's coldness and evilness, and gradually became numb to the feeling that seeped into her bones.
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"Mr. One betrayed the studio. He was captured alive by the Navy." Crocodile sat on the spacious sofa, and a sinister light appeared in his crocodile-like eyes. "Yarlin left, and here comes the White Hunter Smoker. Does the Navy treat Alabasta like mud?"
Nicole Robin, who was wearing a sunhat and sunglasses, stood by the window, exuding an elegant and mature aura. She slowly closed the book in her hand, turned to look at Crocodile, and said seriously, "I know Daz Bonis's character, just like his ability. He is a guy as hard as a steel blade. He may break, but he will not yield."
Crocodile met Nicole Robin's gaze with an expressionless face. The scar across the bridge of his nose became deeper and more obscure. "The people are ignorant. Cobra was so kind and benevolent, but he was still destroyed by rumors and framing. All of this was carefully designed by me, so I will not let myself repeat the same mistake."
"Listen to the voices outside. I am the national hero of Alabasta, the last patron saint. In this desert, I will be like the sun in the sky. There should be no stains or black spots. If the Navy thinks that by catching Daz Bonis, they can pour dirty water on me, then they are wrong." Crocodile sneered. "The crocodiles that live in the desert will swallow all the prey that passes by in front of them."
"The Baroque studio lives in the dark soil, and we must follow the cold law of survival in the dark. Nicole Robin, you should have a deep understanding of this truth." Crocodile snapped his fingers, and Mr. 2 Von Klein, who was dressed as a ladyboy, walked in.
"The allies of the Donquixote family are here!" Von Kray pushed the door open, revealing three strange people behind him. One of them was Gladius, who was wearing a strange blue trench coat with gears embedded in it, a mask with round lenses covering half of his face, and a helmet on his head. There were stitched scars on both sides of his eyes, and he was wearing a helmet.
The woman with long black hair, a strange maid costume, and a cigarette in her mouth also had a strange name, Baby-5.
His body was wrapped in thick iron chains, his teeth were printed with the logo of the pirate group, and he was wearing a bloated coat.
The three of them belonged to the "Spades Army" of the Donquixote family, which was founded and led by Doflamingo. By the way, Doflamingo's forces were mainly composed of the top operatives of the Donquixote family, as well as the Square Army, the Red Heart Army, the Plum Army, and the Spades Army. Of course, there were also secret allies and external forces under their control. It could be said that they controlled the rules and order of the entire underground world.
The senior agents of the Baroque studio had recently suffered heavy losses, and many things were not convenient for him to solve, so Crocodile had to ask for help from Doflamingo. He glanced at the few people and then fixed his eyes on Mr. Two. "Daz Bonis betrayed the organization. I need you to deal with this matter and shut his mouth in the Naval Branch forever."
"Daz Bonis betrayed the studio?" Mr. Two was shocked. He opened his mouth and his lips squirmed, but when he saw Crocodile's cold and ruthless eyes, he swallowed his doubts back into his throat.
"Take the friends of the Donquixote family to deal with this matter properly. I don't want to hear any more unexpected news." Crocodile spat out a smoke ring and said, "If White Hunter Smoker doesn't cooperate, kill him and clean up all the witnesses."
"I understand!" Von Kray nodded solemnly. He turned around and led Gladius, Baby-5, and Barbaro out of the room.
"You want us to help deal with the traitor of the organization? That's really interesting!" Gladius raised the watch on his wrist and looked at the time hand. "Then, let's start."
"Gladius hates traitors the most!" Baroque rubbed his eyes and opened his mouth with murderous intent.
"I like to help others!" Baby-5 showed a happy smile on her face, and her right arm strangely turned into a heavy machine gun.
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