The silver amphibious Billon motorcycle startled some vultures. They spread their fat and powerful wings and hovered in the air. The fresh smell of blood on the ground attracted them for a long time.
A poisonous scorpion lying in ambush under the soil felt the tremor of the ground. Just as the tire was about to roll over its head, it suddenly broke out of the ground.
The ferocious poisonous hook and sharp teeth crisscrossed. The scorpion opened its hungry mouth, but the motorcycle suddenly stopped. A military boot fell and crushed it into pieces.
Smoker looked up and glanced at the vultures hovering above his head. He held the hilt of his sword and walked to the building in front of him. It was a building complex half buried in the desert. From afar, it should be an abandoned manor. There were several sentry towers and turrets on both sides of the manor.
The sentry towers and turrets were wreckage. There was no one, but a faint smell of blood drifted out from the swaying rusty door. Someone died inside, and the body should be fresh.
"This is the location Yarlin gave. Yes, but where is Crocodile?"
Smoker frowned and walked inside. After walking for a few minutes, he pushed open a half-opened iron door. Inside, there was a long corridor. The surroundings were dim, but there were dim light bulbs flickering in the corridor.
There were wooden doors at both ends of the corridor. Some influence bugs hung on the dilapidated and damp walls for surveillance.
Smoker frowned. He felt that something was wrong here, but he still walked to the innermost part. He then pushed open a half-open wooden door. The strong smell of blood drifted out from inside.
Inside the wooden door was a conference room. Some corpses were lying around the long square table. Judging from the clothes of the corpses, they should be nobles. Basically, they were shot in the head or chest, revealing a bloody hole. Smoker looked at the faces of one or two of the corpses and found them familiar.
"Members of the Nefertari royal family? Why are they here? What is Yarlin doing? "
Smoker frowned, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He felt that Yarlin might be plotting against him again, but the most hateful thing was that he did not find Crocodile's shadow.
"Wait a little longer!"
Although Smoker was angry, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he still wandered around the abandoned manor, trying to find Crocodile's trace. As he wandered, he found that the abandoned manor was full of surveillance bugs.
Smoker walked to a position at the foot of a wall, raised his hand and pulled down an image bug embedded in the wall. He looked at the two huge eyes of the image bug and said, "Yarlin, I know you're watching behind me. I'm here, where is Crocodile?"
Alabasta naval station..
Deep underground, inside the pyramid.
In front of a huge monitor screen, Adams and Dr. Indigo stopped the experiment at hand. The two of them looked at the scene that appeared on the screen with great interest.
Dr. Culeja and Choba stood far away. They didn't come close, but they kept glancing at the monitor screen from time to time.
"The real highlight is coming!" Adams's electronic eyes flashed. He was someone who knew Yarlin's overall plan. He looked at Smoker's face on the monitor screen and said to himself, "I'm sorry, Yarlin is really not watching, but don't worry, the script has already been written, Colonel Smoker!"
Seemingly afraid that Dr. Indigo couldn't understand, Adams acted as a commentator with great interest. "If this desert is compared to the war in East Blue, Colonel Smoker can be regarded as Akainu Sakazuki, and the one who will be there is Crocodile Crocodile of the Shichibukai."
"His identity is roughly equivalent to Golden Lion Shiki." Adams irresponsibly said, "Although the metaphor is not appropriate, this is the general meaning. This is the battlefield of the two of them."
"Who's going to win?" Dr. Indian nodded his head in understanding.
"Heh …" Adams pretended to smile mysteriously and didn't answer Indy's question. Because in the screen, Smoker suddenly looked up at the sky. A sandy-yellow storm suddenly appeared in everyone's vision.
Nicole Robin and Daz Bonis were also standing not far away, watching the scene on the screen as well as the dialogue between Adams and Dr. Indigo as if they were watching a show. A strange sense of absurdity welled up in their hearts.
Although Nicole Robin and Daz Bonis eventually chose to betray Crocodile, there was a trace of sadness in their hearts at this moment. "Crocodile, who is as strong as Shichibukai, has become a chess piece that is being manipulated and designed by others!"
"Neither Smoker nor Crocodile can be the winner!" Nicole Robin and Daz Bonis looked at each other and saw the fear and answer in each other's eyes at the same time.
The high-speed moving sandstorm came, and countless gravel scattered like raging raindrops, splashing to every corner of the abandoned manor, and the view was all blocked by the rolling yellow sand.
"The coordinates of the location reported by Von Kray are around here." Crocodile looked up at the vulture that was torn to pieces by the storm above his head, and the splashing feathers and blood splashed down.
He looked at the abandoned manor in front of him, and he could smell the fresh smell of blood. Crocodile could immediately smell the smell of blood coming from human corpses.
"Is it here, inside?"
Crocodile looked inside the swaying iron gate. In his line of sight, there were some exposed sewer pipes and damaged wires.
Inside the building where the sewer pipes and wires were connected, there was a corridor. There was a dim light inside, and a tall and burly figure was walking out from it. The muffled sound of boots stepping on the ground was like the sound of a heartbeat.
"Someone came out?"
The silhouette of the figure seemed familiar, and then there was an overwhelming murderous aura. Endless white smoke surged out wildly, dispersing the sandstorm.
Along the central axis of the manor, the whole world seemed to be divided into two halves by white mist and yellow sand. In the dull and oppressive collision, the smell of blood in the air seemed to be fermenting, full of endless oppression.
In the world of yellow and white, the black sky covered the top of his head, the smoke was surging, and the yellow sand was roaring. Crocodile frowned and stared at the Marine, and his heart jumped.
"Seven Warlords of the Sea, the patron of Alabasta, the president of Baroque Studio, why should I call you?" The murderous voice echoed. "You seem surprised to see me?"
"But I'm not surprised at all!" Smoker's voice was cold like the wind from the underworld. He gritted his teeth and said the other person's name: "Crocodile, Crocodile, have you thought about how to die?"
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