Also as a hero who is well versed in conspiracy and layout, Crocodile can smell the traces of the same kind behind the scenes from the subtle changes of the chessboard. It is a sinister and dangerous poisonous snake, which is quietly hiding on the back of the floor and swimming. Come here, at any time, it is possible to show the gloomy feeling of bloodthirsty fangs breaking out of the ground and biting towards his throat.

"Last time Yaerlin deliberately put Mr. 2 Von Krei back, and it was really bad intentions. Smog turned into a mad dog. It must have something to do with it." Crocodile rubbed his sour brows. Qu had to grit his teeth and suffer, he had no chance to ask or explain to Smoker.

The dignity of Qiwuhai is one aspect, the most important thing is the crocodile and the mad dog, except for blood and corpses, there is nothing to communicate.

"By the way, Mr. 2 also brought back a sentence..." Crocodile's eyes rolled faintly, "Go back and tell Sand Crocodile that I am a very generous person, although he has done such a bad thing, I Or choose to give him a chance at redemption."

Krocdahl licked his lips and chewed on each character in this sentence, as if there were "good intentions" that Yaerlin wanted to convey, as well as intriguing and profound warnings.

"Isn't it just revenge?" Crocodile stopped tapping his fingers and glanced at the phone bug beside him, with a sly and dangerous glint in his pupils: "Yarlin, what do you want from Alabasta? ?"

He picked up the phone bug, walked towards the shadows covered by the curtains, and looked down at the street below through the blurred gauze curtains. After a while, his index finger dialed an invalid number that should have belonged to a "dead person".

This number originally belonged to Crum, but Crum died; then the number was inherited by Yaerlin, and then Yaerlin died and came back to life!

The world is so unexpected sometimes!

In the Alabasta navy branch, in the underground pyramid nest, Yaerlin looked at the image reflected in the base on the monitoring screen lightly.

Smog, whose military uniform was coagulated by blood and turned into black pulp, appeared in the picture. To be honest, Smog's **** temperament surprised him a lot, and he could only admit that the power of hatred could indeed Distortion changes a person's character and thinking.

"Is that right? Only in this way are you qualified to fight with that vicious sand crocodile." Yaerlin admitted that Smoker's recent performance was good enough, so he decided to add more firewood to him. The fire burned a little more, so he sent Van Oka to save Bell.

Fate will send Bell to Smoker, reunite Bell and Princess Weiwei, and present the "evidence" retrieved from the East China Sea to Smoker.

What is shown on the screen is Bell and Vivi hugging each other and crying with hatred on their faces: "I don't believe Doto will kill His Majesty Cobra, it must be Saka, he has always been eyeing the throne, but , I really didn't expect him to kill His Majesty Cobra frantically, and fall to Crocodile, willing to be a puppet in the opponent's hands!"

"Jaka the Jackal is also dead, all of this was designed by Kroc Dahl!" Bell gritted his teeth.

"Don't say these useless nonsense, say something we don't know." Smog waved his hand impatiently to interrupt Bell. Now he only wants to kill the sand crocodile, and he is not interested in the conspiracy dramas of the royal family, not to mention, this He and Weiwei had already figured it out, and Bell didn't need to spend any more time here.

Bell looked at Weiwei and nodded with gloomy eyes, feeling that His Highness Weiwei had also changed into a person, he sighed, and pulled off his cuffs to take out a few colorful ore: "This kind of ore is what the Baroque Studio once used to be. It was secretly purchased in bulk from the Longshi Trading Company in the East China Sea."

"What is this?" Vivi and Smoke looked at the past, it was just a piece of brightly colored ore.

"Dancing powder, this ore is the raw material for making dance powder. The Baroque Studio purchased this ore and processed it into dance powder, and then put it into Albana, causing drought in the entire country, setting off war and unrest, but accusing it of On the head of the merciful His Majesty Cobra." Belson said: "This is the evidence of the crime."

Weiwei's eyes lit up, then darkened again, she held the color stone mine tightly, but said sullenly: "It's too late to show this kind of evidence now, Crocodile can easily quibble, we This cannot be used to prove Crocodile's guilt."

Just having physical evidence is not enough, let alone untenable physical evidence. If you want to take this down, Sha Crocodile, who is almost on the verge of becoming a detective in Alabasta, is nothing but a dream.

"Where's Longshi Trading Company?" Smog condensed the gorgeous ore, but his eyes fell on Bell's face with deep meaning, and a poisonous plan came to his mind.

"Longshi Trading Company was silenced by Baroque Studio. However, Longshi Trading Company did not seem to have been destroyed. Instead, it was dormant in the dark in an attempt to retaliate against Crocodile. Unfortunately, its whereabouts were too secretive, and we could not find any trace of the other party." Wei Wei said with a strange expression.

The information between Bell and Weiwei is not completely symmetrical. They compared the information they knew, and Smog listened to the outline of the heart poisoning plan being gradually drawn into shape~lightnovelpub.net~ The Longshi Trading Company has not been destroyed. They must have the evidence of the Baroque studio, and the Longshi Trading Company seems to have something to do with Valbo of the Drum Kingdom..." Smog paused, then shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and said, "No, this is a waste. Time, even if all the evidence of the crime is put in front of Crocodile, Crocodile has 10,000 reasons to exonerate himself, and our purpose is not to convict him, but to destroy him directly in the flesh. "

"Then why don't you testify against him?" Bell said eagerly, "Isn't His Majesty Cobra's innocence always misunderstood by the people!"

Vivi didn't say a word. If it were the past, she might care about Cobra's grievances, but now, Cobra's body is probably turned into dry bones. eye for eye.

"Only the living care about reputation, and the dead can hear it!" Smog digs a finger into the ore and breaks it off, and said solemnly: "And the people are ignorant, they don't care at all, and they will never see the truth of the matter. !"

"Crocodahl framed His Majesty Cobra, and he never cared about His Majesty Cobra's defense. All he wanted was a turbulent war..." Smog said fiercely: "Just like us now, we can also Do it the same way!"