While Clockdal used the spy to observe the unknown gas.

In the distance, Monet, a person with the ability of snow snow fruit, was answering Doflamingo's phone call while giving him the gas mask.

"Monet, are you out of the battle now?" asked Doflamingo from the phone bug.

Monet nodded, "Yes, young master."

"How is the effect of the poison gas?" Doflamingo asked again: "Has anyone of them been caught?"

Monet and others had already put on the gas mask at this time.

She looked into the distance with her dark golden pupils and shook her head, "The sand crocodile reacted very quickly. None of them were hit and were now evacuating to the upward wind."

"Okay, you... um..." Doflamingo suddenly stopped halfway.

Monet's face changed when he heard the sound of the phone bug.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

"Tsk... It's okay, I'm just a little tired when I open two bird cages in a row."

Doflamingo leaned against the tree, took a few deep breaths to calm his breath, and then ordered:

"Now, let Guladius and Pique stay on the battlefield over there, and hold back Clockdal and the others."

"That poisonous gas can only enter the body through the respiratory tract, and your gas mask is specially made by the world government. It is very safe, so don't worry."

"The fruit abilities of Guladius and Pique are very suitable for this situation, tell them that if they have the chance, let the people of Clockdal inhale the poison gas."

"This poison gas is a failed experiment of the world government's special stimulant. Although the inhaler can greatly enhance his combat effectiveness in a short period of time, he will also lose most of his sanity and die in a while because his physical energy is squeezed to the limit."

"Because it is essentially a stimulant, there is almost no antidote. The infected person can only use auxiliary devices to slowly relieve it by relying on his body. Now Punk Hassad does not have that kind of device."

Doflamingo grinned:

"So, that's the poisonous gas that will die once it is inhaled. As long as they are infected, we will win!"

Monet nodded after hearing this:

"Yes! But... Young Master, what should I do?"

“You have something more important to do.”

Doflamingo said slowly: "I want you to follow the coordinate route and intercept Lynn Barrek!"

Upon hearing this, Monet was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"……yes."

Monet knew very well what that meant.

Doflamingo has always shared intelligence with senior cadres of the family, so Monet had long heard Doflamingo admit it personally that in terms of the hard power of head-on confrontation, Doflamingo could not compare to Lynn Barrek.

After all, he is a man who can beat the Demon Slaying Order with bare hands!

If Doflamingo couldn't beat him, it would be even more impossible for Monet.

But now, Doflamingo ordered Monet to intercept Lynn, which was almost a death-death situation.

But Monet did not feel any fear or dissatisfaction, because the one who issued this order was the young master she believed to follow.

And this is also the reason why Monet is willing to sacrifice himself in the future to detonate Punk Hassad.

"I understand, young master." Monet nodded.

She was about to hang up the phone, but Doflamingo suddenly spoke:

"Yuyouyouyouyouyouyou, Monet, why are your voice weak? I didn't ask you to say goodbye to me!"

"Um?"

Monet was stunned when he heard this.

Doflamingo continued to explain: "Indeed, Lynn Barrek is an unstoppable beast..."

"But no matter how fierce a beast is, there is nowhere to escape in the cage."

Doflamingo grinned:

"Go to the place I marked, Monet, you have a chance of winning against Lynn Barreck."

"Don't forget that Punk Hassad is our home court!"

When Monet heard this, his expression calmed down a little, and he smiled and said, "I understand, young master."

Click!

After Monet hung up the phone, he communicated with Guladius and Pique beside him, conveying the order given by Doflamingo.

"As long as the young master's order, we are at home in this battle and have a great chance of winning, so we get rid of the two." Monet chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, woman!"

Pique continued his tough guy style as always, "I will deal with the enemy of the family!"

"Hmm, Mr. Pique is really reliable."

Monet covered his mouth and laughed a few times, then the elements turned into a pool of snowstorms and quickly left the battlefield.

Even with a gas mask, Monet still dared not easily pass through the area covered by poison gas. However, out of trust in Doflamingo, Monet tried it and found that the gas mask was indeed very useful.

After discovering this, Monet chuckled a few times and got into the poisonous gas.

far away.

Clockdal suddenly frowned.

There are two reasons for this:

First, he found that only three people from the Don Quixote family had gas masks that could block that poisonous gas, and they seemed to be one with the clothes. Even if they were snatched, they could not guarantee their sealing properties;

As for the second...

"Did I just hear the snow girl say something like 'their home court'?"

Thinking of this, Clockdal suddenly shivered.

He recalled what happened in the desert of Alabastan.

That day, a human-shaped "monster" stood in his sandstorm and grinned at him:

"No matter where it is my home court!"

"hiss!"

When Clockdal thought of the man, he felt uncomfortable all over.

He couldn't help but murmur: "I hope those idiots from the Don Quixote family won't think that they can solve Lynn Barrek by relying on their home advantage."

"otherwise--"

Clockdal suddenly laughed again, his eyes lit up under his raised eyebrows, "They should lose very well..."

"Hahahahahahaha..."

After laughing, Clockdal quickly sorted out his physical condition, waved the gravel scimitar and cut out a path without blood and only mummies among the group of spies who had not reacted well.

At the same time, Clockdal also growled at Aiden and Tiger:

"Listen, I have a plan, you two will help me break through first!"

He is Clockdal, nicknamed [Sand Crocodile].

His purpose is to become the king of this sea.

For this reason, he wanted Doflamingo to know that a mere down-and-out Tianlong man was not qualified to plot against him!

...

After more than ten minutes.

Punk Hassad is east-central.

A figure jumped to the top of the mountain, and it was Lynn Barrek.

Lynn looked down at the terrain in front of him from a high place and found a research institute located not far below him.

He knocked on the shoulder and connected the phone bug of Baigaponk.

Although in Lynn's memory, bird cages can block signal transmission, God knows what black technology Baiga Punk used, and the signal of this microphone bug is still full.

"Scientists, if you have a laboratory, can you do the antidote?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not an antidote, it's a guide..." Baigaponk said a few times, then asked, "Don't you understand? Do you need my further explanation?"

"No need, it works."

Lynn nodded, he has always been a pragmatist.

However, just as he was about to smash the ceiling of the laboratory and invade from the top, a sudden blizzard suddenly hit the entire top of the mountain.

In an instant, this ordinary mountain has become a "snow mountain" shrouded by a blizzard.

Lin En looked at the figure slowly coming from the snow, twisted his neck and put on his posture:

"Speaking of this, I haven't officially visited Winter Island yet. What special food is there?"
Chapter completed!