The world is so cruel. For the vast majority of people, peace is what they yearn for, while for a small number of careerists, turmoil and chaos are the paradise they dream of, because only by hijacking the general trend of turmoil can they Opportunity to touch the palm of the hand to the weight of authority and get everything they want.

"The turmoil in Alabasta is fueled by the Baroque studio, but in the final analysis, the royal family of this country is cowardly and cowardly. The king is superstitious about the effect of dancing fans praying for rain, but he doesn't care about the lives of other people, and he has no ability to control the political situation. , this is the bitter fruit brewed by the royal family itself." Crocodile glanced at the sunlight that slanted in outside the house, and the elongated shadow of the sunlight was right in the middle of the two of them.

Yaerlin sipped his cigar lightly. He would not refute Crocodile's statement. It doesn't matter how much truth there is in it. He is not here to seek the truth, and he agrees with Crocodile's point of view, that is The royal family of Alabasta is indeed incompetent, otherwise how would it allow Crocodile to give birth to ambitions and... opportunities.

"The bitter fruit of the royal family of Alabasta is the candied fruit of your Crocodile." Yaerlin gestured with five fingers and made a stealing gesture: "I don't care who this fruit ends up in, the military uniform on my body is restricted. It is impossible for me to have unrealistic delusions about a land-based country."

Yarlin inhaled the last cigar into his lungs, and then exhaled a white smoke ring from his nose. Sensen said: "I just hope that Alabasta can continue to be in turmoil. A calm Alabasta cannot be shown to the upper echelons of the Navy Headquarters. For what I am worth, I need to dye the star on my shoulders with the blood of the people of Alabasta."

Yaerlin stood up, the sofa under him collapsed weirdly and converged into silk threads that penetrated into his exposed ankles. He walked out, and the black threads woven vertically and horizontally in the sand wall pulled back with a "hissing". The house began to crumble into gravel falling to the ground, piling up at Crocodile's feet.

"I've never considered myself a cruel person, it's just a pity that we all understand that there are many bones buried under the ladder to power, and usually the more people die, the more blood fills the air, The scepter you hold will have more weight!"

Yaerlin confronted Crocodile who stood up. Hodgdon came over and put the blood-stained army commander on Yaerlin's shoulders. He looked into Crocodile's eyes and said deeply: "The decline of Alabasta. And destruction is inevitable. This heavy bitter fruit is falling into the abyss according to the script you designed. Do you want to reach out and hold it in your palm at the last moment, or completely destroy it? , I just need enough blood to shed in this process, as well as to add enough dazzling scenes to our naval branch, we cooperate with each other and dazzle each other, and finally we get what we need."

"You are a hypocritical and shameless bastard, but I'm starting to like you a little bit." Crocodile's eyes were full of light: "I'm just curious how you plan to use the blood of this country to dye your epaulettes?"

"Conflicts, contradictions, riots, the turmoil that has overturned the entire situation, Alabasta's 600,000 standing guards, hundreds of thousands of rebels, and millions of displaced people or mobs, this The blood irrigated is enough to irrigate the entire desert into a wet swamp. At that time, you Sand Crocodile can once again act as the hero of this country, and at that stage, our naval branch will naturally get tickets and opportunities to participate in performances, isn't it? What?" Yaerlin said with a smile.

Others may hear the clouds and mountains, but who is Crocodile, he immediately understood the deep meaning of Yaerlin's words, the scar that cut across the entire cheek was slightly raised, and the eyes of the crocodile with deep bags were even brighter. Sheng.

"I'll give you another piece of information. The royal family of Alabasta no longer suspects that the country's turmoil hides a huge mystery, and they even pinpointed the Baroque studio with an accurate sense of smell, and they seem to have vaguely guessed the behind-the-scenes of the Baroque studio. Black Hand has something to do with you, but it's just because of the identification without evidence." Yaerlin reminded kindly.

"There is a sea distance between suspicion and truth. Of course, there is no shortage of doubts in the royal family of Alabasta. It is a pity that the people who have been swept away by anger will not believe their slander, and in that palace Even the scumbags don't dare to blatantly identify a king who has been canonized by the World Government." Crocodile lightly licked his lower lip and said with a sullen smile: "I'm just curious, your piece of information came from Where did it come from."

"A failed interception operation, huh~ I was told by a spy in your Baroque studio who contacted me on behalf of the royal family. It was probably because of a sudden illness and went to the hospital, hoping for a righteous navy." Yaerlin He sighed, with a hint of pity in his tone: "So, sometimes the navy's coat is still very valuable, which also shows that the credibility of the government and the navy has not been completely lost."

"I see, I will find this little mouse that mixed into the studio." Crocodile did not directly ask who the spy was. The information provided by Yaerlin was already detailed enough that he would soon be able to investigate the mouse when he went back. The real identity of the mouse.

Yaerlin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, waved his hand away, and the blood-stained lord with the word "justice" gradually disappeared from Crocodile's sight.

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a week later.

In the dark and cramped space of a hidden underground stronghold somewhere in the Baroque Studio ~lightnovelpub.net~, several figures walking around were quietly communicating information and intelligence.

"The new navy colonel is a lunatic. He even removed nine hidden strongholds in the studio. Not a single living person was left in each stronghold, only a blood-colored seagull flag and 'Blood for Blood' four The word is in revenge for the studio's interception operation some time ago."

"Vengeance is really heavy."

"Many members are afraid of appearing in the stronghold now, for fear of being attacked by the navy. However, the navy was able to find so many strongholds hidden in the studio so accurately. This is very suspicious. Leaked to the Navy."

Hearing the discussion in his ears, Ikalem, who was sitting in the corner, turned pale, he looked at Weiwei and whispered, "It's too dangerous to continue lurking in the studio, we must escape as soon as possible."

Bang!

The secret door was pushed open, and Miss Valentine walked in, holding a parasol. Her sharp high-heeled soles stepped on the wooden floor and made a clanging sound. She asked with an exaggerated laughter, "Miss. Is Wednesday here?"