"The evidence of the crime is just a protest of the cowards in front of Crocodile. Instead of trying to search for the evidence, it is not thankful. We might as well directly smear all kinds of evidence and spread it out in the form of rumors, just like what he did to His Majesty Cobra. .” Smog clenched his palm, slowly crushed the stone in his hand into pieces and floated in the air, and said sharply: “The long-term drought and the large-scale rains have brought Alabasta back to life, and it has completely restored the vitality of Alabasta. Cobra nailed to the coffin of shame!"

"Then, if the torrential rain suddenly dried up and everything went back to the way it was before, and the continuous drought and the scorching sun lingered overhead again, would the people realize that they had been deceived!" Yes, because what the people need is not the truth, they are like a pair of piles of firewood, they only need a little spark to be ignited, and what they need is a channel to vent their emotions that are being played with and manipulated!"

"Once, they pointed their finger at His Majesty Cobra, but now, who will they point at?" Smog breathed the smell of dancing powder that seemed to have diffused in the air: "Who resides in the high 'God' seat? 'Above, who will be the gate of catharsis!''"

"That's right, this has nothing to do with the truth. It's the nature of the people. The more they expect from you, the more scolding and anger they must have!" Vivi added with a cold face. Cobra's death made him The ignorance of the people of Alabasta despairs.

"However, in this case, the people will suffer again, and many people will die in the drought!" Bell said with hesitant eyes and stammering lips.

"This is the suffering they should endure, as a repentance to His Majesty Cobra!" Wei Wei said coldly, "The illusion of peace woven in conspiracies and lies must be exposed to the **** ugliness, so as not to let the The dead are wronged in vain, and Crocodile must pay the price!"

"Don't hesitate, do you hope that His Majesty Cobra will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, so that Crocodile will accept the call and praise of the people?" Smogg's eyes showed a lot of killing intent, he said fiercely: "Justice It is to let the dead rest in peace, even if more blood of the living are poured for this, but this is the right way!"

Bell looked at Smog and Weiwei's cold and hateful eyes, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I can't let His Majesty Cobra's coffin be soaked in sewage, and the wronged soul can't find peace. ."

"Very good!" Smokemo rubbed the hilt of the sword on his waist, which was a broken sword that had been reforged, and he exhaled a boiling turbid air from his chest, "Crocodahl is familiar with this kind of trick. Therefore, he must also understand that in the face of the 'truth', any verbal explanation is powerless!'"

Smog drew his sword out of the scabbard, the cold and sharp blade flickered coldly, and the face of Dasqi's tragic death appeared in his mind again, and he said word by word: "As long as he appears in front of me, I will definitely kill it myself. got him!"

He turned to Bell and said, "I will send a warship to the East China Sea. I want you to follow the ship and continuously transport the raw materials of dancing powder to Alabasta."

On the other end of the surveillance screen, Yaerlin stared at the projection screen faintly, the corners of his mouth widened, revealing his white and tidy teeth, and exclaimed: "Very good, Smog, you have made great progress, since you are so eager to kill Ke Rockdale, then I will generously give you the priority of revenge, and I will firmly arrange a fair duel for the two of you that will not be disturbed by others!"

"Fair duel?" Daz Bonis touched his bald head and approached from behind. He was in an embarrassing situation. He was like an abandoned son who was abandoned by the Baroque studio, and he didn't fully surrender to Yaerlin. Roaming around the pyramid to the limit, of course, he usually stands quietly in front of the surveillance screen to watch.

Apparently, Yaerlin's design worked. Smog, who was swept away by anger, was like a mad dog biting the crocodile's tail desperately.

"One-on-one life-and-death confrontation!" Yaerlin glanced at Daz Bonis and explained, "The chips on the scale must be symmetrical, and the fighting on the arena can be good-looking. I will ask Smoker to take care of the other one who likes it. The **** in pink feathers to make sure he doesn't mess up!"

"In that case, Smoker has to thank you." Daz Bowness sneered.

"Why not? I've given so much behind my back, isn't it worthy of their thanks?" Yaerlin turned to look at Sen Du and walked in with a phone bug in his hand, and said faintly to Daz Bonis.

Daz Bonis has a deeper understanding of Yaerlin's shamelessness and insidiousness. In general, this is a crocodile like the sand crocodile, who likes to lie dormant behind the dark and arrange black hands, waiting for an opportunity, once exposed , it must be the fatal moment to reveal the murderous intent.

This is a black anaconda more insidious than a sand crocodile, with deadly venom hidden in its fangs!

Daz Bonis swept across this terrifying underground lair, then focused on the phone bug in Sendu's hands, his eyelids twitched and he added in his heart: "And it's even more weird and unfathomable!"

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"Look!" Yaerlin took the phone bug~lightnovelpub.net~ and said with a meaningful smile on his face: "Your original owner has smelled the danger, and finally he can't hold back!"

Yaerlin answered the phone and listened to the silent voice on the other side, only the sound of deep breathing. He seemed to have sketched in his mind a crocodile breathing deeply, and its sharp **** mouth opened on the phone bug.

He grinned and showed a bright smile, not like facing the enemy of life and death, as if facing an old friend who had not been in touch for a long time, and said eagerly: "Yo, the opposite is the respected King Qiwuhai, the patron saint of Alabasta. Mr. Crocodile? It's been a long time since I died...hehe~"

On the other side, Crocodile, clutching the phone bug, listened to the familiar voice and tones coming from the phone. He also drew a picture in his mind of a poisonous python that was "hissing" and swallowing snake letters. He licked his lips, the same expression on his face. Squeezing out a cold smile, an old friend greeted: "When von Clay and Brother Doflaming told me that you were not dead, I didn't quite believe it, but now, hearing your voice, I can finally Confirm, you are indeed alive again!"

"I'm glad you're still alive, Colonel Arlin!" Crocodile greeted him sincerely.