Chapter 385: Learning ballet secretly?
The two sides have reached a consensus on their goals, and the two ships have already docked. Vice Admiral Huoshaoshan decides to move forward with Zhang Daye and his men on a running duck, and let the marines follow.
"Take advantage of my fast running duck. I'm still here to guard the boat, and I'm a little hungry, so I'll take this opportunity to eat something and take a rest." Shark Chili had just super-changed his form and used various moves, and had the giant shark pull the boat, so he consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish it.
Zhang Da also felt that it was unlikely that Lao Sha would attack again, but it would be good for Shark Chili to take a break. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave the Amber to you."
Huoshaoshan thought about it and decided that in addition to leaving behind the necessary guards and a few boatmen, he also left behind a few marines who were good at cooking.
So Zhang Daye and his group, together with Admiral Huoshaoshan, rode on the Running Duck and quickly headed for Albana, while the rest of the Marines lined up and ran behind them.
The round trip of less than 100 kilometers was still within their tolerance range, and it was a rare opportunity to be able to participate in a major event concerning a country's king and the Seven Warlords of the Sea. The soldiers were nervous but excited at the same time. It was just a run, so they treated it as a field training.
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In the wild, somewhere in the desert, a sand pit was dug out by someone at some point, a small tent was set up in the middle, and the surrounding area was well covered with sand piles.
The tent is windproof, sandproof and sunproof, which makes it quite comfortable in the desert.
However, the people inside were not very comfortable.
King Cobra of Alabasta was lying on the ground powerlessly, blood flowing from his forehead, nose and mouth, and his body was covered with scars. It was obvious that he had just experienced brutal torture.
"Are you still not going to tell me? I told you I have no interest in this country at all." Crocodile, with a cigar in his mouth and a fur coat on his body, pressed, "Where is Pluto?"
Cobra struggled to stand up, looked into Crocodile's eyes, and said with some difficulty: "I don't know where you heard that name, but it's just a legend. Why would someone like you pursue that kind of thing?"
"'That thing'? That's an ancient weapon known as the most ferocious battleship in history, a weapon that can destroy an island with one shot!" Crocodile opened his arms, the smoke from the cigar could not hide the fanatical look on his face, "As long as I have it, I can build the strongest 'military country' and continuously enhance my strength. The 'utopia' I pursue is a true ideal country that can surpass the World Government and dominate the world!"
Cobra shook his head slightly: "The World Government will not let you do this."
"Of course they won't! That's why I wanted to proceed in secret, accumulate strength, and wait to seize the country while I get Pluto! But a group of idiots appeared out of nowhere and completely disrupted my plan!"
Crocodile was in mixed feelings. He had been perfecting this plan in recent years and thought there were no loopholes. However, he never expected that an accident would happen along the way. And the cause was simply that more than half a year ago, an inexplicable businessman wanted to catch a cat?
Crocodile didn't know how to describe his feelings. Was there something wrong with that businessman? Would he hire a killer just for a cat?
The most ridiculous thing is that three senior agents were dispatched together and yet they failed!
Cobra knew who the 'idiots' Crocodile was talking about, but in his opinion, those people might be the saviors of Alabasta.
"Since you know that the World Government will not let you go, why do you continue now?" Cobra put aside the matter of the Amber Group for the time being and asked, "You should know that if something , it may not be a problem if you just run away, but once you get that kind of weapon, the World Government will spare no effort to encircle and suppress you."
"The more this happens, the more I want to get it!" Crocodile raised his hand, and a handful of yellow sand on the palm kept changing shape. "Individual power has its limits. Only military power can make people fear it!"
Crocodile was also frivolous in his early years. He once thought he was invincible and ran to challenge the great pirate Whitebeard with full confidence.
Then...reality slapped him hard in the face, making him realize how insignificant he was.
During the period that followed, he kept denying himself. In a daze, he wanted to defeat Whitebeard, but at the same time he doubted whether he could actually do that.
Finally one day, he got the news about Pluto. It turned out that there was such a powerful battleship in the world! The power of destroying an island with one shot, even Whitebeard would definitely not be able to resist it, right?
So Crocodile plunged headfirst into the pursuit of "military power".
He looked at Cobra and said seriously: "I originally planned to establish an ideal country in Alabasta, but now it seems that it is not possible. So, as long as you tell me the location of Pluto, I will leave this country and let you go. How about it?"
Cobra didn't believe a word Crocodile said. Normally speaking, the first thing a pirate would do when getting a new weapon is to test its power, such as using a new sword to chop a person or using a new cannonball to destroy a street.
What will Crocodile do after getting Pluto's departure? I'm afraid the first thing he will do is to fire a cannon at Alabasta to see if he can destroy an island.
"Unfortunately, I don't know where Pluto is, and I'm not even sure whether it exists." In fact, Cobra knew a clue, but he didn't want to reveal it.
"Is that so? I have considered this possibility, for example, you are unwilling to cooperate, or you really don't know." Crocodile was not surprised by Cobra's answer. "Then let me change the question, Cobra, where is the thing that records the historical text?"
"You actually know that kind of thing?!" Cobra was a little surprised. It had been eleven years since the O'Hara incident, and he didn't expect to hear someone mention the term 'historical text'.
"Of course I know." Crocodile took out a bounty with a little black-haired girl on it. The bounty was 79 million Baileys. "Finding her was originally the goal of the next stage, but since the plan has been messed up, it doesn't matter if we get the historical text first and then look for her."
A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Cobra's forehead. Nico Robin + historical text = resurrection of ancient weapons. This equation is very deterrent to those of them who know some secret information.
He knew clearly that the original history of Alabasta was hidden in the basement of the royal palace's mortuary hall, and was indeed related to Pluto, but the mission passed down from generation to generation by the Nefertari clan was to guard this stone tablet that recorded the original history.
Maybe the meaning of protection is to show it to someone in the future, but this person is definitely not Crocodile.
"The World Government has expressly prohibited the study of historical texts. How could Alabasta, as a member state, have them?" Cobra refused to answer Crocodile's question.
"Heh, you're still trying to stall for time. It seems you won't cooperate with me so easily." Crocodile asked, "This place is not far from Albana. Do you know why no one has come to see you for so long?"
Cobra was knocked unconscious and taken away by Mr. 1, and did not see the scene of Mr. 2 turning into him, so he was indeed a little confused. As Crocodile said, this place is not far from Albana, and according to Bell's eyesight, he should be able to find it soon.
"Boss?" A male voice sounded outside the tent.
"Come in."
Mr. 1 walked into the tent and reported: "I received a call from Mr. 2. The unlucky duo has been defeated."
This was expected. The mission of the vulture and the sea otter had been completed. Life or death was not important. Crocodile asked, "Where is Mr. 2?"
Mr.1 glanced at Cobra and replied, "It's going smoothly. The soldiers in the capital are all following the orders of the 'king' to carry out disaster relief. They show no signs of leaving the city."
Cobra's eyes widened. The king had been kidnapped. Whose orders were they following?
Crocodile nodded and explained to Cobra with a smile: "Mr. 2. Von Clay, the user of the Mimicry Fruit, can transform into the appearance of anyone he touches with his right hand, and even perfectly imitate their figure and voice, including you, Cobra."
"When did he..." Cobra remembered that he was knocked unconscious by someone, and he must have been touched by him at that time.
In other words, there is a dangerous criminal who is issuing orders in the palace with his face? If he wants to issue some ridiculous decrees or assassinate someone in the palace, then no one will be prepared!
“Hahaha… Judging from your expression, I think you’ve figured it out, right?” Crocodile laughed, “It’s okay if you don’t want to cooperate. Mr. 2 will investigate on his own in the palace. But…”
Crocodile's tone turned cold, with a cruel smile on his face: "We don't have much time. If we can't find any clues before dark, Princess Vivi might be killed by her 'father'?"
"You bastard..." Cobra struggled to stand up and tried to grab Crocodile's collar.
But Mr. 1 was a qualified subordinate. He quickly stood in front of Crocodile and punched Cobra in the abdomen.
Cobra fell down holding his stomach, gasping heavily.
"Don't be anxious. The one who is going to die may not be Vivi. It could be some minister or some guard. They won't feel sorry if they die at the hands of their beloved king, right?" Crocodile continued to use words to disintegrate Cobra's resistance:
"It's not just that. Think about it carefully. What can a foolish king bring to this country? Especially when a king who is deeply loved by the people suddenly becomes foolish, something interesting will happen, right?"
"Ahem..." Cobra vomited a mouthful of blood and said with an ugly expression, "That's enough. He can't find the place where the historical text is hidden. I'll take you there!"
"Hahahaha..." Crocodile laughed, "You figured it out so quickly. You are worthy of being the 'Wise King' Cobra!"
"Boss?" Mr. 1 still had doubts. He thought this person might be up to something.
"It doesn't matter." Crocodile said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter if you play tricks. At worst, we can just take him away and let the other 'king' stay in Alabasta and search slowly."
Cobra's face was filled with gloom. At this point, he had made up his mind to die. He had to find an opportunity to spread the news that the current king was someone else in disguise, and then... die together with Crocodile!
The basement of the funeral hall is very deep and is equipped with mechanisms. As long as the mechanism is quietly activated while Crocodile is distracted by the main text of history, Crocodile can be buried underground with him!
As the 12th king of the Nefertari family, Cobra would rather die than let Crocodile's conspiracy succeed!
At Crocodile's signal, Mr. 1 carried Cobra out of the tent and put him on the car. It would be too conspicuous to carry the king into the city, so it would be more appropriate to take a ride.
The one pulling the cart is an amphibious turtle, a unique animal in Alabasta. Although it is a turtle, it pulls the cart quite fast.
Crocodile sat in the car with Cobra, and Mr. 1 was responsible for driving to deal with the city gate inspection. If that didn't work, Crocodile, the "hero", could use his face to enter the city.
On the way, Mr. 1 looked at the time and said, "Boss, Miss. Two Fingers' mission deadline has passed. She hasn't contacted us yet. I'm afraid she failed."
Crocodile frowned and asked, "The goal was not achieved at all?"
Mr. 1 replied: "No, the navy has indeed been lured there, and there must be a problem in the second half."
"Amber Tour Group, it's them again!" Crocodile bit his cigar, feeling a little unhappy. Why is it that no matter what mission it is, problems always arise when the Amber Tour Group is involved?
According to the intelligence, it seems that there are also a few people from the Amber Tour Group staying in the palace? Crocodile has a bad feeling. Will Mr. 2 have problems?
Crocodile said in a deep voice: "Speed up, and be prepared..."
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Just as Crocodile thought, there was indeed a small problem in the palace.
But it shouldn’t be considered the fault of Amber Travel Group.
The cause was that the naughty child Vivi took Wendy, Xia Lulu and Perona running around in the palace.
On a whim, Weiwei climbed to the top of the tower, and her friends naturally followed her. Uncle Long, who was a worried person, was naturally worried about the children running to such a high place alone.
While persuading them to go down, Uncle Long saw the king walking around the palace alone.
It would be fine if he was just walking around the palace, after all, he might be out for a walk because he was tired from handling government affairs, but the problem was that when the king saw that there was no one around, he let himself go and did a swan dance.
Jackie Chan couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't help asking, "Weiwei, does your...father like to dance ballet?"
"How is that possible?" Weiwei denied, "I've never seen him dance!"
"Is that so?" Jackie Chan remembered what Zhang Daya said about the Imitation Fruit, so he decided to hide in the tower with three little lolis and a little white cat to observe the king's actions.
Making a 'hush' gesture, Jackie Chan squatted down, letting the railing cover most of his body.
The little girls imitated Jackie Chan's movements and lined up in a row, with only half of their heads showing.
After a while, Jackie Chan said, "Sure enough, there is something wrong with the king."
Weiwei nodded heavily: "He actually learned ballet secretly! I must make him perform for me later!"
Jackie Chan: ???
