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The mechanical arm suddenly grabbed Suit man's shoulders.
The metal fingers made a slight friction sound when they tightened.
The Cyborg leaned forward and approached, locking his eyes behind the electronic goggles.
"You just said...Mr. Tom?"
"In your world, is he still... alive?"
The young Doffy nodded casually and glanced at the liquid dripping under the mechanical man's goggles.
"Natural."
"In another world, you and your Teacher both serve our clan."
"Franky, stop!"
The blue-skinned Fish-Man suddenly stepped forward, clasped his companion's shoulder armor with his five fingers and pulled him back.
Regardless of the identity of the Doffy in front of him, there is no doubt about his strength - the island is sinking like ruins, and the aftermath of the tsunami rolling back around him is still roaring.
"Sir Doflamingo, please leave."
A steady voice sounded, and Straw Hat Pirates had no time to be distracted at this moment.
"Our captain has declined--"
"Long time no see, Straw Hat boy."
Yellow sand suddenly gathered, and fur coats brushed against the scorched earth.
Golden Hook was cold under the sun, and the smell of cigar mixed with the dry wind blew into my face.
"With your eagerness to get things done, you would miss the opportunity to rewrite the world?"
Luffy turned to the visitor with a solemn expression.
Crocodile--He was once an enemy, and he also extended a helping hand in prison and on the battlefield.
The entanglement of grudges and grudges is like quicksand in the desert, and finally settles in the figure of the princess.
As for the millions of dead souls? Sand Crocodile never looked back, and Straw Hat never stopped either.
"Let me talk to him."
A hoarse voice sounded, and Crocodile looked at the Suit young man.
Doffy raised his jaw slightly and acquiesced.
The sand crocodile glanced at everyone in Straw Hat, and the words fell like gravel:
"I know where Nefertari·Vivi is."
The air suddenly solidified.
Nami's knuckles tightened, Sanji's cigarette butt was silently broken between his lips, and Zoro's fingertips pressed against Sword Guard.
That name was the laughter on the deck and the mark on the left arm raised when parting.
The words about the missing father and daughter in the newspaper once ignited the captain's anger, but were stopped by Swordsman - everyone must walk alone.
But this moment is different.
"Vivi What happened?"
Several invisible pressures instantly tightened around the sand crocodile. Crocodile narrowed his eyes and stopped teasing.
"Red Harbor"
Hidden in the shadows is the princess and her human hands.
Even from a distance, one can smell the obsession that refuses to dissipate - they refuse to believe that some people will really fall at the hands of another group of people.
A deep laugh rolled out of his throat.
I have always lacked a favorable impression of the surname Nefertari, but even if I am on the opposite side, I must admit that people like Cobra should not be the target of any party's gunfire.
What's interesting is that on this matter, Crocodile's thoughts subtly overlap with those of his companions wearing Straw Hat.
The two forces, both of whom knew Royal Family thoroughly, came to the same conclusion at this moment: the Nefertari clan is indeed a rare clan that still retains a conscience in this wave.
"How?"
Crocodile spread out his hands, and every knuckle showed the calmness of controlling the overall situation.
"If war breaks out in Red Line, the aftermath alone will be enough to silence that fragile princess forever.
You..."
"Are you ready to watch?"
"...**."
The orange-haired Navigator squeezed the word out from between his teeth.
"Oh, I accept this compliment."
Crocodile turned his face sideways and nodded to the one wearing Suit.
What needs to be done has been done.
With the temperament of that group of people, Holy Land Mary Geoise they had to go.
"So,"
"What's the answer?"
The man Suit took half a step forward, his eyes slowly scanning every face on the opposite side.
If it weren't for the relationship with a certain man and the two guys who were barely old acquaintances, he wouldn't have bothered to bother talking about it - not going? Then let the guys watching the theater come down in person and erase the names of these unknown people.
Even though he had a subtle influence over more than ten years, he was by no means a compassionate person at heart.
Dare to block his "return"
The former can only be cleared.
"... Okay."
All the companions' eyes fell on the captain.
The young man who had been silent raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat. The shadow covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his pursed lips.
Finally, he gave a succinct response.
What is gone is irretrievable, the only thing we can hold is this moment.
In order to ensure the safety of that person, even with "Blackbeard"
It is not unacceptable to stand on the same front for the time being.
????
On the other side, the only three remaining CP0 members were frozen in place.
The leading man's face was ashen, as if all the muscles in his body were stretched like steel plates.
No matter how arrogant he is, facing the monsters in front of him, he can't say "can win"
These two words.
"Lucci, do you think... we can escape?"
The long-nosed companion twitched the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear, only an absurd numbness.
Their original mission target was only Vegapunk, one of Four Emperors, Straw Hat Pirates, has become an unplanned variable, and now more terrifying existences have appeared one after another: Cross Guild, Blackbeard Pirates, those pirates who only exist in legendary names, and this Doflamingo, who claims to be from another world and is outrageously powerful.
"Stop dreaming."
The last member took off his mask, calmly took out a small makeup box from his arms, and lightly touched up his lip color in the mirror.
"What we should consider now is how to die a little... decently."
The three Emperor-Class pirates were reunited together, and the names of those at the bottom of Impel Down who were supposed to never see the light of day were also listed.
If this force were to rush straight towards Marineford, even the Fortress of Justice would probably tremble.
As for now - where can these three CP0 members retreat to?
"Ahem... ho..."
Heavy breathing came from the other side.
The source of the previous fierce fight was currently being supported by Fish-Man, who was unusually tall and had a boyish face.
The man had three bone-deep lacerations on his chest, and his clothes were soaked in blood, but he was still conscious.
Surrounding him were three other figures with the same boyish appearance: one was carrying Black Blade on his back, one had a light red halo floating on his palm, and the last one with long hair, Girl, raised his chin slightly with a stern gaze.
... If it is the codename "S-Bear"
It's good that Seraphim is still under control.
Stussy's eyes swept over the three-meter-tall boy.
That mechanical creation has the same Paw-Paw Fruit ability as the original body, and can transport people to distant places in an instant - they used this to land on the island.
Unfortunately, command authority is no longer in their hands.
Chi, chi, chi--
The sound of breaking through the air came from far to near, and golden streams of light jumped and flickered among the ruins. The light that had just lit up in the eyes of the three CP0s quickly dimmed again.
Of course they recognized this light.
Marine Admiral"Kizaru"
Borsalino's Yata Mirror is a reassuring signal.
But in this current situation, even a man with the highest combat power may only be able to figure out whether he can escape.
This question is worth thinking about.
The light particles suddenly converged and condensed into a tall and thin Humanoid.
Brown Sun mirror, a ring of stubble sticking to his chin, and golden stripes Suit wrapping his slightly loose body.
After standing still, he first scratched his curly hair, then raised his eyes behind Sunglasses, and slowly looked around.
"Ouch... I must have bumped into Red Count's illusion, right?"
There was a usual laxity in his drawn-out tone.
His eyes passed over the ruined island, then drifted to the shadow of the island suspended in mid-air, and to the figures on the edge of the shadow that exuded a sense of oppression just by standing there.
It would be easier if it were really an illusion.
"There are monsters everywhere... it's really scary."
There isn't much of a joke in this sentence.
Faced with such a battle, even if the two legends of the past were resurrected, it would be difficult for them to escape unscathed.
"Marine Vice Admiral, Borsalino?"
The man wearing a pink feather coat turned his head sideways, and the corners of his mouth curved into a highly recognizable arc.
That lazy temperament is really unforgettable.
"It's Admiral."
I heard a low correction from my companion next to me.
Doflamingo turned around, slowly closed his fingers, and tiny Black-Red electric fire burst out from between his knuckles.
"No difference."
He said with a smile, cold interest in his voice.
"Anyway... people will die soon."
Kizaru raised his hands above his head, and his movements were as fast as a conditioned reflex.
As soon as he stopped from moving at high speed, he found that he was standing in a place where he shouldn't be - the aura around him made him make an immediate choice.
"I surrender."
Sunglasses blinked his eyes, seeming to find this scene a bit funny.
On the other side, the man wearing straight Suit frowned.
He had seen many navies, but never anything like this.
On that island in the sky, there was already a predecessor named Admiral who was working as a pirate; now, the current Admiral who was working in front of him actually didn't even have to fight.
"Are you... really the Navy?"
There was incredible doubt in his tone.
Has the world's navy become like this?
"Gee, the justice I believe in is more flexible."
Kizaru shrugged, as if it was a matter of course.
As long as you are not blind, everyone knows what the world is like.
Especially after standing at a high enough position - no one knows better than Marine Admiral what those people wearing bubble hoods do every day.
After all, every time those people cause trouble, Admiral has to clean up the mess in the end.
"You monsters gathered here not just for the owner of this island, right?"
A voice came from above.
The figure wearing a hooded windbreaker with a full sense of technology slowly fell down. The soles of his boots did not emit any flames, but they were steadily suspended in the air.
The smooth mechanical helmet has "01" clearly printed on the front.
"I am one of Shaka, Dr. Vegapunk's assistants."
His voice came through the synthesizer, smooth and direct.
"CP0 tried to take action against me. In order to protect myself, I can only temporarily go with Straw Hat Pirates."
This mechanical body is not Doctor himself, but one of the six clones he created.
Because the research project was too complex, Vegapunk created six assistants with different personalities, sharing the information flow of the same brain.
And that brain is currently located in the giant metal structure at the center of the island - it is like an upright silver-white giant egg, motionless in the shock wave just now.
"I've never heard of this."
Kizaru glanced at the three CP0 members standing not far away and passed the responsibility in a relaxed tone.
"It seems to be their confidential mission.
Did Doctor you offend those people?"
The mechanical helmet turns to the man wearing Suit.
"There is no need to say more about greetings.
This gentleman from another world, I am very interested in the theory of parallel Space-Time. Can I ask you some questions?"
Shaka's voice revealed the unique eagerness of a scientist.
When he heard that the other person came from another world, he almost asked his true body to come over - if other clones hadn't stopped him.
"Since Straw Hat Pirates has joined you, count me in too."
He gestured in the direction of Sentomaru, his movements simple and neat.
Although I am not the type who is good at fighting, "Seraphim"
As a scientific creation, it can be called the most nearly perfect Humanoid weapon in the history of this sea area.
"Interesting."
Doflamingo's eyes have long fallen on those brown-skinned figures - the flames are burning quietly behind their heads, the black Wings is gathered behind their backs, and some familiar features can be vaguely recognized in the outline of the child's figure: Fish-Man Karate's starting posture, the arc of the chin raised proudly, the steady posture of holding arms, and the broad and generous back of a bear.