Chapter 566: Don't take yourself too seriously

"It turned out that the navy turned out to be such a face. I knew early on that there was nothing good in the navy."
"If we don't have Lord Qiwuhai Clokedal rescued, I am afraid it will be dead."
"Despicable Navy, we will definitely complain to you!"
One after another screams of swearing were heard among the crowd.
Bastille's face could not help but change, and originally planned to expose Krokdal in public, self-directed and starred as the true face of r hero.
It was not at all thought that in this kind of knots, people would be directly taken a step back.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Clochdal sighed in relief and said, "Everyone, please be calm and calm. The naval headquarters has such a person. As the Seven Wuhai, I also have the right to oversee. Call the Naval Headquarters and let them thoroughly investigate the matter. "
"However, Bastille, I still intend to advise you to leave Alabastan at once, this is not a place where you can set foot."
Speaking of which, Cockdal looked coldly at Bastille.
If not, I don't know if there are navy eyeliners nearby.
At the same time looking at Bastille's body, the dark, ink-like domineering.
Crockdal didn't have much confidence to take him down in a face-to-face.
After all, when he was invited to be the Seven Wuhais, Bastijou followed Zefa's side.
For his face, as well as the strength of his strength, Krokdal still knew a little or two.
"It's a good idea to point the deer as a horse!" Bastille caught sight of Crockdal, and said, "I didn't expect you, like your teacher's guess, to invade Alabastan."
"Nevertheless, don't think that this plan can be assured. These people may be deceived by you, but soon the teacher will tear your mask and I will catch you personally and send you to the judicial island for trial. "
Leaving this remark, Bastille turned away without leaving much.
Under His Majesty Qin Yu, the first thing he learned was not domineering or physical.
Instead, judge the gap between the enemy and me.
In the original work, Qiwuhai Clokedal looks a little watery.
However, if it was not for Luffy's pig's aura, he was killed by the plot.
I'm afraid the dead are the whole group of straw hats.
Facing Clokerdal, who has the ability of the rustling fruit of the natural system, Bastiou knows clearly that he cannot defeat him alone.
What's more, the task Qin Yu gave him was only to collect the evidence of Clochdal's invasion of Alabastan.
The battle was left to Qin Yu.
Looking at Bastille, who turned cleanly and then left, Crockdal couldn't help it.
In his memory, Bastille belongs to the old stubborn type just like the former Navy General, Black-Wrist Zefa.
I also like to keep justice in my mouth all day.
There was no idea at all that he would pat his and leave after a round of gunfire.
This result subverted Krokdal's perception.
But the thought that the old undead Zefa, who should have retired, might appear in Alabastan, and Clokerdal frowned.
After taking a closer look at Bastille, Huo Ran turned into yellow sand and disappeared in place.
He now desperately wanted to go back to Nicole Robin to find out if he could grasp the traces of other navies set foot in Alabastan.
boom!
The door of the huge conference room was smashed open by Crocker Dahl, and the documents that should have been placed on the desktop were also flying with sand.
Looking at a deadly meeting room without half a figure, Crocker Dahl's face suddenly became gloomy.
In his memory, Nicole Robin rarely left here as a tool for manipulating the Baroque work community.
If there is anything that cannot be resolved, she will only ask Mr1 to solve it.
Now suddenly disappeared, which made Clochdal smell something unusual, and quickly backhanded out the phone bug that contacted Mr1.
It was just waiting for Crockdal to dial it, and a phone bug prompt sounded suddenly.
"Clo ... Master Kedar ... hurry up ..."
Familiar voices came and went intermittently within the phone bug.
Echoing in this deadly conference room, there was no way to disperse.
In the face of this violent scene, Clocdal's expression could not help but stagnate, staring at the telephone worm with incredulous expression.
It can be said that in his eyes, the huge Baroque work agency, except for Nicole Robin, a woman who can interpret the body of the world.
The most important thing is Mr1.
As for the others, in the eyes of Crockdal, he just died.
Now all of a sudden, the person he values ​​most, let him run away.
He was the magnificent seven-cropped sea crocodile Crokdal, and when has he heard such a ridiculous joke.
"Moses, Moses, I'm the Warring States!" The telephone bug's voice suddenly sounded.
Looking at the table, Nicole Robin was in charge of the phone bug that had been called up from the Seven Seas of the Navy. Clokerdal's face sank, and he decided to pick it up again.
"I'm Krokdal, and I've been missing the Warring States Marshal."
The words were gone, and there was a brief silence in the other part of the telephone bug. I am afraid that it was obviously not expected that Clokerdal would appear.
"Clockdal, I'm glad to hear your voice, not others to perfuse me." The Warring States cleared his throat and said, "Seven Wuhai call, you should know!"
"As a member of Qiwuhai, you should not have helped the world government and naval headquarters to complete the task for three years, so I hope you will come this time to assist and besiege the world destroyer Bondiwald!"
As marshal of the navy headquarters, the strength of the Warring States is not comparable to ordinary people.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he opened the door and saw the mountain.
Krokdal was gasping for a moment, his face snorted coldly: "Warring States, have you made something wrong?"
"Because last time, I refused to execute the call. Did you deliberately let Zefana's retired old man go to Alabastan to entangle me?"
"Don't forget, once this kind of thing spreads, what will the other Qiwuhai think? At that time, you will probably have a hard time ending."
The sound of utterly utterance, with the taste of compulsion.
Facing another brief silence of the phone bug, Clockdal is planning to prepare for the next wave of guns.
The next moment, the reply came, but he couldn't help pushing it to its place.
"Clochdal, what are you talking about? How can Zefa, the old fellow, serve you leisurely?"
"Don't take yourself too seriously in front of Zefa. I'll ask him, and I won't invite you, let alone you."