Daz Bonis' expression changed when he saw Smoker's murderous gaze on the screen. He turned his head to look at Arlen, who was calmly staring at the screen with a smile on his face. Arlen's gaze was like the most sinister python in the animal kingdom. It was even more frightening than his original boss, the Sand Crocodile.
Daz Bonis had already understood Mr. 0's answer from the moment Feng Kray was about to kick his head off. Coldness was indeed the usual style of the Sand Crocodile, so there was a subtle change in his attitude at the moment. This could be seen from the way he called out the Sand Crocodile's name. "So, this is your goal? To make the White Hunter hate the Sand Crocodile completely? But Feng Kray knows the truth! "
"The truth is that he killed Smoker's adjutant. How can he deny it in front of everyone?" Arlen naturally felt the change in Daz Bonis' tone. He smiled faintly and said, "This isn't just hatred. Did you see the broken sword that Smoker picked up? That is a blood oath. It's a death oath. It's a true story of a mad dog trying to bite the Sand Crocodile to death."
I've already set up the stage. What I need to do next is to get rid of anyone who's bothering me. For example, a certain bastard who likes to mess things up … "Arlen waved his index finger in front of his eyes, and the black line gradually turned white." You know, I hate it when others look like me. It makes me feel like I'm looking at a replica of myself breathing in this world, especially when the other party has such a big name on their head. It's easy to confuse who's the real me. Fortunately, in this world, we don't need to talk about things like this. We just need to kill the other party, and the only one left will naturally be the one. "Arlen waved his index finger in front of his eyes, and the black line gradually turned white." You know, I hate people who look like me the most. It makes me feel like I'm looking at a replica of myself breathing in this world, especially when the other party has such a big name above their head.
While Yarlin was talking, Gladius, Barfaro, and Baby-5, who had already escaped, appeared at the edge of the river.
The river under their feet was originally a vast inland sea. Now, due to the drought, it had been eroded by the desert, leaving only a narrow river channel that could only accommodate small boats. It was an inland river that could reach Alba, and at the same time, it was still a route that extended far into the Grand Line.
At this moment, there was a merchant ship anchored on the inland river. The flag on the top of the mast was splashed with a few drops of blood. Several corpses of crew members were lying on the deck. Looking at the densely-packed sharp wounds on the corpses, they should have been pierced by countless sharp blades in an instant. In addition to the blood flowing out of the deck, there were also some ice-cold transparent fragments of the seawater that seemed to have condensed into a transparent mirror.
"I smell blood!"
Pavaro's nose was very sensitive. He twitched his black-headed nose and looked at the ship that greeted him as planned.
Baby-5's goggles had a telescopic function. She aimed the crosshair at the ship, and sure enough, her face changed slightly. She saw the bodies on the ground, and in the middle of the bodies stood two men in trench coats and hoods. Their white clothes were faintly visible under the rustling collars.
"Navy?"
One of the men looked at Baby-5. What Baby-5 saw was a pair of cold eyes. The crystal clear azure blue eyes were like a pair of pure glass balls without a trace of impurities. When she looked directly at them, it was as if her whole body was reflected in those eyes.
The man took a step forward, shrugged his shoulders, and raised his arms horizontally, revealing his white sleeves. He pointed a finger at Baby-5. In an instant, the splashing water on the river rolled up and strangely condensed into a smooth mirror in mid-air. The mirror suddenly cut through the air and fell beside the three men. It began to rotate strangely, forming a blurry mirror image.
The propeller above Pavaro's head stopped, and he stared at the mirror that surrounded him in all directions. The rotation set off a cold air wave, and he saw his bloated body reflected in the mirror. It was as if his figure was everywhere in an instant.
Without hesitation, Baby-5's hands transformed into two machine guns, and the crazy firepower was like a series of fire snakes. The sound of metal colliding with the mirror was like a laser shot on the surface of the sea. Ripples appeared on the surface of the mirror, and after a while, the mirror returned to its original smooth state and remained motionless.
Gladius's pupils shrank slightly. He looked around at these unusual mirrors, and his intuition told him that the other party's ability was strange. He was secretly horrified. "We have already gotten rid of the smoke man, but why are we still blocked here by the Navy? This is not right!"
In the mirrors, or rather, in each of the mirrors, a human figure appeared at the same time. A black cloak hung from the back, and a white navy uniform could be faintly seen from the front. It was a thin face, and the surface of the skin flowed with a layer of strange silver metal. The pair of eyes were cold and clear, as if they were fake.
The person was in the mirror!
The three of them were shocked. They heard a cold voice mixed with a strange accent, like an echo echoing back and forth in the area blocked by the mirror. "Baroque's studio, no, you are not the sand crocodile's people. I should call you Doflamingo's people!"
Gladius's heart was slightly palpitating when his identity was exposed. He turned his eyes and stared at the person in the mirror. He thought, "The ability to manipulate mirrors? Then, is the person in the mirror just an illusion, or is the person's real body also integrated into the mirror?"
His feet rubbed on the ground without a trace, and the decorative gears on his arms rotated automatically without wind. He glanced at the dignified Baroque and Baby-5. They could smell the cold and strong smell of blood in the air. The hands of the Marine in the mirror in front of them were stained with many lives, but it would definitely be a shocking number.
"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Gana, the seventh apostle. Well …" The voice said. "I'm very sorry, but only one of the three of you can go back to see Doflamingo and send a message to Doflamingo on behalf of my lord. The other two will have to stay in Alabasta for the time being."
"The seventh apostle, I've never heard of this title. You want to keep the three of us?" Gladius's eyelids twitched, and the corner of his mouth under the mask evoked a sinister grin. He suddenly stepped on the ground, and the mine bomb he buried in the ground quietly exploded against the edge of the mirror.
The smoke dispersed, and the blast of the explosion rolled up the wind and sand. The visibility in the cramped space was extremely poor, and only the sound of breaking echoed …
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