Chapter 417
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This was a manor that was half buried by the wind and sand. In fact, the interior was transformed into a small arms factory, and at the same time, it served as a contact point for the Baroque Workshop.
Ever since King Cobra's death, Crocodile stepped out from behind the scenes as the savior of the world. The drought seemed to have been alleviated in response. Large amounts of rain began to fall on the desert again, which seemed to confirm Cobra's murderous ways.
Everything was settled, and even the most violent rain could not wash away the dirt that had been splashed and even integrated into Cobra's corpse. Correspondingly, Crocodile's reputation was becoming more and more popular among the people.
White smoke curled up, and the cigar in Smoker's mouth was fiercely broken by his lips. His face was cold, and he allowed the rain to flow down his cold cheeks. The cold killing intent in his eyes seemed to freeze the rain into frost.
"Justice?" The corners of Smoker's mouth curled up into a cold arc. The big cape on his back was soaked by the rain and stuck to his broad back. His body suddenly turned into a cloud of invisible smoke and shrouded the factory. His cold voice echoed in the rain and fog, "Destroy the Baroque Workshop!"
One by one, the agents in black cloaks, armed with firearms, engaged in a chaotic battle with the navy soldiers that were pouring in.
The bodies fell in the factory, and the flowing blood gathered into a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood permeated the entire factory. In the center of the battlefield, several senior agents of the Baroque Workshop fled quickly.
The smoke that gushed in carried an eerie coldness, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it covered over. Numerous smoke chains with sharp serrated teeth appeared on top of them, shaking their frightening waists like water snakes as they coiled up.
In the shrill screams, the bodies of these agents were entangled and cut off. A large amount of blood burst out and dyed the blood mist red. From it came the sound of biting and gnawing. Their bodies were cut off by the sawtooth, and a large amount of blood and broken limbs were torn out.
"Don't come over!"
The bloody scene sent chills down the spies' spines, who were also covered in blood. They couldn't even see a shadow in the bloody fog. They could only hear the horrifying screams, as if they were facing an invisible monster that could destroy any human's resistance.
Some agents put down their weapons and knelt on the ground in fear, watching the bloody mist condense into a navy stained with blood.
"Kneel and surrender?"
The image of Tashigi's bloody corpse unconsciously appeared in Smoker's mind. He sneered with a twisted face. He walked forward with cold steps and waved his hands in front of him. Countless sawtooth smoke chains trembled. Every time he took a step forward, blood and flesh would splatter on him.
"Justice has no mercy or mercy!"
Every agent of the Baroque Studio was shrouded in the smoke. No matter how they begged for mercy or struggled crazily, they were all ground into minced meat. With a bang, they exploded into blood mist, dying the white mist bloody.
The white fog was gradually dyed red. Smogerson's white skin and short silver hair also began to emit a bloody luster. His face revealed a sickly red flush.
"All the dregs should be cleaned up so that you won't have the chance to commit crimes again. Only such innocent and kind people can obtain peace and quiet!" Smoker's five fingers covered the head of a spy and his bloodshot pupils looked at him. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Tell me, where is Crocodile hiding?"
His tightened fingers revealed a black iron-like luster, which was the symbol of the crazy tempering of the Armament Haki covering the whole arm. His palm was still stained with a bloody thing, which was sticky on the top of the spy's head.
His whole body trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave. It was not enough to describe his fear. His teeth trembled violently and his fearful begging eyes did not dare to look at Smoker's pupils.
"You don't know the answer!" Smoker's five fingers pierced through Crocodile's head, and the blood mist poured into his fingers and blew the swollen head into pieces. He spat fiercely, as if he was explaining to them, but also as if he was comforting his patience and emotions. "It doesn't matter. When I destroy the strongholds one by one, I will naturally find Crocodile's location."
Even though Smoker was angry, he still retained a trace of reason. He did not directly go to Crocodile for revenge. After all, he had no evidence and reason to deal with the patron of Alabasta and a member of the Shichibukai.
However, he destroyed the Baroque Studio like a mad dog. Would Crocodile dare to openly admit that he was associated with a notorious criminal organization?
Smoker was angering Crocodile. He was using the most bloody and violent radical means to force Crocodile to attack him.
"Come on, Crocodile, come and kill me. Otherwise, the organization you have worked so hard to build will be smashed into nothingness by me." Smoker wiped out the stronghold and left no one alive. When he left, he set fire to the entire factory. He believed that Crocodile could understand the signal he wanted to convey.
Blood for blood, blood for blood!
"Heavy rain and flames can't extinguish the killing intent in my heart. Only Crocodile's body can extinguish all this!" Smoker stood on the high slope and watched the factory burned to ashes by the fire. The black smoke from the rain lingered in the air and he left with a cold face.
In this desert, only one of Smoker and Crocodile can survive!
"Wapol of the Kingdom of the Magnetic Drum has returned with his army. He has joined forces with the remaining rebels and is attacking the military's defensive line." Crocodile Crocodile stared at Alabasta's sand table and thought gloomily: "Yarlin is dead and resurrected. I don't know if he is a human or a ghost. I can't find any trace of him. There is also the white hunter Smoker who is chasing him like a mad dog. In a short time, he has destroyed more than a dozen strongholds of the Baroque Studio."
"And Nefertari Vivi is also with Smoker, and Bale's siege operation has also failed. He was rescued by an unknown guy!" Crocodile's index finger tapped on the table. Fine sand gathered at the tip of his finger. He could smell a storm coming.
The chessboard that he was about to flatten seemed to be cracking open again from all the corners, as if it was about to collapse the chessboard in the center.
"This seems insignificant and unrelated, but in fact, it is as if there is a dark hand quietly fiddling with the chessboard. It gives me a sense of crisis that is about to collapse!" Crocodile narrowed his eyes and stared at his opponent on the sand table. It was as if he saw a figure hidden in the darkness slowly walking towards him.
Crocodile stared at the empty darkness, and a name appeared in his mind. "Colonel Arlen, are you the one behind this?" Crocodile asked.
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