The silver amphibious Bilonga motorcycle startled some carrion vultures, their plump and powerful wings spread out and hovered in the air, and the fresh smell of blood on the ground was attracting them for a long time.

A poisonous scorpion lying in ambush under the soil layer felt the ground tremble, and suddenly broke out of the ground when the tire was about to roll over its head.

The ferocious poisonous hook and the sharp teeth interlaced, the scorpion's hungry mouth opened, but the motorcycle suddenly stopped, and a large military boot fell, smashing it into pieces.

Smog raised his head and glanced at the vulture hovering above his head, holding the hilt in his hand and walking towards the building in front of him. This is a half-buried building complex in the desert. From a distance, it should be an abandoned manor. There are several towers and forts scattered on both sides of the manor.

The post and the fort were all wreckage, no one was there, but a faint smell of blood wafted out from the swaying rust gate. There was someone dead inside, and the corpse should have been fresh before it died.

"This is the location given by Arlin, yes, but where is Crocodile?"

Smog frowned and walked inside. After walking inside for a few minutes, he pushed open a half-open iron door. Inside was a long corridor. The light around was dim, but there were dim light bulbs flickering. Glittering dimly.

There are scattered wooden doors at both ends of the corridor, and some influence insects are hung on the dilapidated and damp walls for monitoring.

Smog frowned, he felt that something was wrong here, but he still walked towards the innermost, and then pushed open a half-open wooden door, where the strong smell of blood wafted out.

Inside the wooden door is a conference room, and there are some corpses lying on the side of the long square table. Judging from the clothing of the corpses, they should be nobles. Basically, they were shot in the head or chest, revealing a **** hole. Smog looked at one or two of the corpses with familiar faces.

"A member of the royal family of Neferutari? Why are you here? What the **** is Arrin doing?"

Smog frowned, blue veins appeared on his forehead, he felt that Yaerlin might be plotting against himself again, but the most hateful thing was that he didn't find the shadow of Crocodile.

"Wait a while!"

Although Smog was annoyed, he did not leave immediately, but was still wandering around the abandoned manor, trying to find the trace of Crocodile, and after such a stroll, he found that the abandoned manor was decorated everywhere. Monitored image bugs.

Smog walked to a position at the base of the wall, raised his hand and pulled down an image worm embedded in the wall's strength, he faced the image worm's two huge eyeballs, and said: "Yarlin, I know you. Watching from behind, here I am, where is the Crocodile?"

Alabasta Naval Station.

Deep underground, inside the pyramid.

In front of a huge monitoring screen, Adams and Dr. Indigo stopped the experimental work at hand, and the two of them looked at the scene that appeared on the screen with great interest.

dr Kureha and Chopper were standing far away, they didn't come close, but their eyes turned to the monitoring screen from time to time.

"The real highlight is here!" Adams' electronic eyes flickered brightly, he was the one who knew Yaerlin's overall plan, he said to Smog's face on the surveillance screen, "I'm sorry, Yarlin. Erlin really isn't watching, but don't worry, the script has already been written, Colonel Smalls!"

As if afraid that Indigo couldn't understand, Adams acted as a commentary with great interest, "If you compare this desert to the war in the East China Sea, you can think of Colonel Smog as Akainu Sakaski. , and the one who will be there later is the sand crocodile Crocodile of the Shichibukai."

"The identity is roughly equivalent to the Golden Lion Shiki." Adams said irresponsibly: "Although, the analogy is not appropriate, but roughly what it means, this is the battlefield for the two of them to duel."

"Who will win?" Dr Indigo nodded knowingly.

"Heh~" Adams pretended to have a mysterious smile and didn't answer Dr Indigo's answer, because in the picture, Smog suddenly looked up at the sky, and a sandy yellow storm suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Nicole Robin and Daz Bowness, also standing not far away, looked at the pictures on the screen and the dialogue between Adams and dr Indigo watching a play, and a strange sense of absurdity came out of their hearts. .

Although both Nicole Robin and Daz Bonis finally chose to betray Crocodile, a trace of sadness appeared in their hearts at this moment, "The sand crocodile, as strong as the Seven Wuhai, has also become a dummy. Are people fiddling with the designed pieces!"

"Neither Smog nor Crocodile can be the winner!" Nicole Robin and Daz Bowness looked at each other and saw the fear and the answer in each other's eyes at the same time.

The high-speed sandstorm came, and countless gravels scattered like turbulent raindrops, splashing to every corner of the abandoned manor, and the field of vision was completely blocked by the rolling yellow sand.

"The coordinates of the location reported by Von Krei are near here." Crocodile looked up at the vulture whose head was torn to pieces by the storm, and the feathers and blood splashed down.

He looked at the abandoned manor in front of him, and he could smell a fresh **** smell in his nose. Crocodile could immediately smell that the smell of blood was emitted by human corpses.

"It's here, is it inside?"

Crocodile looked inside the dangling iron gate, and in his eyes, there were some exposed sewer pipes and damaged electrical wires.

Inside the building where the sewer pipes and electrical wires are connected is a corridor, and there is a dim light shining in it~lightnovelpub.net~ A tall and burly figure is walking out of it, with the muffled sound of his boots stepping on the ground. It seems to be beating in the heartbeat.

"Someone came out?"

The silhouette of the figure seemed to be familiar, and then the overwhelming murderous aura slammed into the sky, and endless white smoke surged out crazily, dispelling the pervasive yellow sand storm.

Along the central axis of the manor, the whole world seems to be divided into two halves by white fog and yellow sand. In the dull and depressing collision, the **** smell in the air is like fermentation, full of endless depression.

In the world divided between yellow and white, the black sky covers the top of the head, the smoke is surging, the yellow sand is whistling and dull, and Crocodile frowns and stares at the navy who shows his body, and his heart skips a beat.

"King Xia Qiwuhai, the patron saint of Alabasta, the president of the Baroque studio, what should I call you?" The murderous voice echoed, "You seem surprised when you see it?"

"However, I'm not surprised at all!" Smog's voice was as cold as a gloomy wind wafting from the Yellow Spring, and he gritted his teeth and said the other party's name: "Sand Crocodile, Crocodile, think about it. How did you die?"