C258 Control

"Crocodile!"

Major General Emerald's face turned pale when Crocodile materialized among them. His body stiffened, and he fixed a grave gaze on the newcomer.

"Call the Marshal for me."

Crocodile cast a dismissive glance at him and spoke with cool detachment.

"What are you planning?"

Emerald's voice was heavy with concern.

"Don't call, and you die."

As Crocodile's final word hung in the air