Crocodile could smell the traces of his kind behind the scenes from the subtle changes in the chessboard. It was a sinister and dangerous viper, quietly hiding behind the floor and slithering over. At any time, it would reveal its bloodthirsty fangs and break out of the ground to bite his throat. Crocodile had a gloomy feeling.
"Last time, Yarlin deliberately released Mr. 2 Feng Kelei. It was really malicious. Smoker became like a mad dog. It must have something to do with it." Crocodile rubbed his sore eyebrows. He was also aggrieved, but he could only grit his teeth and bear it. He had no chance to ask or explain to Smoker.
The dignity of Shichibukai is one thing. The most important thing is that Crocodile and Mad Dog have nothing to communicate with each other except blood and corpses.
"By the way, Mr. 2 also brought back a sentence …" Crocodile's eyes turned faintly. "Go back and tell Crocodile that I am a very magnanimous person. Although he did such a bad thing, I still chose to give him a chance to atone for his sins."
Crocodile licked his lips and chewed carefully. Every word in this sentence seems to contain the "kindness" that Yarlin wants to convey. There is also an intriguing deep warning.
"Not just revenge?" Crocodile stopped tapping his fingers and glanced at the Den Den Mushi beside him. His eyes flashed with a sly and dangerous light. "Yarlin, what do you want from Alabasta?"
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and walked out of the shadows covered by the curtains. He looked down at the street below through the blurred gauze. After a while, his index finger dialed an invalid number that should have belonged to a "dead person".
This number originally belonged to Kram, but Kram died; then the number was inherited by Yarlin, and then Yarlin died and came back to life!
Sometimes, this world was just so unexpected!
Alabasta Naval Branch, in the underground pyramid nest, Yarlin faintly looked at the picture projected from the base on the monitoring screen.
The travel-worn Smoker, whose military uniform had been congealed into paste by his blood, appeared in the image. To be honest, Smoker's bloody and awe-inspiring aura had shocked him quite a bit. He could only admit that the power of hatred could indeed distort and change a person's personality and thoughts.
"That's more like it. Only you are qualified to fight with that vicious Sand Crocodile." Yarlin admitted that Smoker's recent performance was good enough, so he decided to add fuel to the fire, so he sent Van Oka to save Bell.
Fate will send Bell to Smoker, let Bell and Princess Vivi reunite, and present the "evidence" taken back from East Blue to Smoker's hands.
The screen now showed Bale and Vivian hugging each other and crying, their faces showing hatred and cursing, "I don't believe that Doto would kill His Majesty Cobra. It must be Saka. He has always been eyeing the throne, but I really didn't expect him to be so crazy as to kill His Majesty Cobra. He even turned to Crocodile and willingly became a puppet in the hands of the other party!"
"Jackal is also dead. All of this was designed by Crocodile!" Bell gritted his teeth.
"Don't talk nonsense. Tell us something we don't know." Smoker waved his hand impatiently to interrupt Bell. He was now bent on killing Crocodile, and was not interested in the conspiracy of the royal family. Besides, he and Vivi had already analyzed this point, so there was no need for Bell to waste his breath here.
Bell looked at Vivi's hazy eyes and nodded. He felt that Her Highness Vivi seemed to have changed into a different person. He sighed, tore off his cuff, and took out a few colorful ores. "This ore was secretly purchased by Baroque's studio from East Blue's Longshi Trading Company."
"What is this?" Vivi and Smoker looked at it. It was just a colorful ore.
"Dancing powder. This ore is the raw material for making dancing powder. Baroque's studio purchased this ore and processed it into dancing powder, and then released it to Albana, causing the drought of the whole country, setting off wars and turmoil, but putting the blame on the benevolent His Majesty Cobra." Bell said, "This is the evidence of the crime."
Vivi's eyes lit up, and then darkened again. She clenched the colored ore, but said, "It's too late to come up with this kind of evidence now. Crocodile can easily quibble, and we can't use this to prove Crocodile's crime."
Physical evidence alone was not enough, let alone untenable physical evidence. Wanting to use this to bring down Sha Crocodile, who was about to become a detective in Alabasta, was tantamount to a fool's dream.
"What about Longstone Trading Company?" Smoker stared at the colorful ore, but his eyes fell on Bell's face with deep meaning. A vicious plan emerged in his mind.
"Longstone Trading Company was silenced by Baroque's studio, but it seems that Longstone Trading Company was not destroyed. Instead, they are lurking in the dark, trying to take revenge on Crocodile. Unfortunately, their whereabouts are too secretive, and we can't find any trace of them." Vivi said with a strange expression.
The information between Bell and Vivi was not completely symmetrical. They compared the information they knew, and Smoker listened to the outline of the poisoning plan gradually forming.
"Longstone Trading Company was not destroyed. They must have evidence of Baroque's studio, and Longstone Trading Company seems to be connected to Valbol of the Magnetic Drum Kingdom …" Smoker paused, and suddenly shook his head self-deprecatingly. "No, this is a waste of time. Even if all the evidence is in front of Crocodile, Crocodile has ten thousand reasons to exonerate himself. And our purpose is not to convict him, but to destroy him directly."
"Then are we not going to testify against him?" Bell said eagerly. "His Majesty Cobra's innocence has always been misunderstood by the people!"
Vivian didn't say anything. If it was in the past, she might have cared about Cobra's grievances. But now, Cobra's body had probably turned into bones. She wanted the same thing as Smoker, which was to make Crocodile pay with his blood.
"Only the living care about reputation. How can the dead hear that?" Smoker's fingertips dug into the ore and broke off a piece, and said in a deep voice, "And the people are ignorant. They don't care at all, and they will never see the truth of the matter!"
"Crocodile framed His Majesty Cobra, and he never cared about His Majesty Cobra's defense. All he wanted was a war and turmoil …" Smoker said fiercely. "Just like how we are now, we can do the same!"
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