Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The new world.

Moby Dick.

"Hahaha, what do you think, Newgate... This is a perfect plan, isn't it?"

The Golden Lion stared at the tall man sitting in the main seat in front of him, his eyes full of ferocity and cunning, and he opened his arms and grinned:

"It's time to let the little devils in this sea see the horror of real pirates again!"

Marco and other members of the Whitebeard Pirates stood there in shock, their faces pale, and a turbulent tide in their hearts.

They couldn't believe what they heard.

This guy... actually planned such a crazy plan! ?

Is he crazy?

The Golden Lion simply ignored their eyes.

For him, other people's opinions are meaningless.

"How is it? We haven't joined forces for a long time... I miss the time when we were "fighting side by side" on the same ship..."

Golden Lion smiled sinisterly.

"...That was really a "good" memory."

Whitebeard frowned.

He took a sip from the huge wine jar, then said expressionlessly:

"Are you done?"

"The bottle of wine has been finished, you should leave, Shiki."

Golden Lion was stunned.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Whitebeard said lightly:

"I have no interest in your plan, and I don't want to rashly go to war with the navy... If you want to do this kind of thing, do it yourself."

He glanced at Kozuki Oden.

"He will avenge Oden himself."

"This is his choice. None of us will interfere. Otherwise, it will be the greatest insult to his dignity as a samurai."

"As for the friendship you mentioned..."

Whitebeard's eyes suddenly turned cold:

"If I remember correctly, we never had any friendship when we were on the same ship."

"I'm tired of the days of being on guard against being stabbed in the back by other companions."

While speaking, he glanced at Marco and other crew members with the corner of his eyes, and a touch of tenderness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The Golden Lion narrowed his eyes.

He seemed to have noticed the look in Whitebeard's eyes when he looked at his own crew members.

"I see..."

His eyes rolled with a sinister smile, and his tone was sarcastic:

"This is really a pity, Newgate... I had high hopes for you, but now I didn't expect you to fall to this point. It's such a pity."

"You, who have such a strong fighting power, actually want to play such a childish game of house in this sea of ​​hegemony... Hahaha!"

The figure of the golden lion gradually floated up from the original place, flew into the air, and looked down at the people on the deck of the Moby Dick from a high position.

"You just play house hypocritically like this!"

"Do you think that if you don't cause trouble to the navy, the navy will not cause trouble to you?"

"Hahahaha!! It's really stupid! Too naive!!"

"This world is ultimately a world of the survival of the fittest!!"

His eyes crossed the long distance and stared at the careless Whitebeard in the air.

"Newgate, I originally thought that you and I were the same ambitious people."

"But now it seems that we can only drift apart!"

"When the real war begins, I want to see if you can still protect the group of little ghosts behind you like you do now! Hahahaha!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the golden lion suddenly soared up and soon disappeared in the distant sky.

Leaving the white beard with a solemn face sitting there, silent for a long time.

...

A few days later.

North Sea.

Bang! !

A military boot hit the flying squirrel's face heavily, and the exaggerated inhuman strength directly kicked him out.

Circles of white air waves exploded in the void, and the figure of the flying squirrel directly smashed more than a dozen towering trees before sinking deeply into the bottom of a mountain.

The majestic power aftermath suddenly spread, and the whole mountain seemed to tremble, and long cracks appeared on the rock wall at the bottom.

Smoke and dust rose up, and the sound of the flying squirrel coughing violently continued to be heard.

"You damn bastard... How many times have I told you not to hit me in the face..."

In the hole in the rock wall, the flying squirrel wearing sea stone shackles struggled to climb out, with a bruised face and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Not far away, Darren's figure floated down from the sky and landed steadily.

He smiled and said:

"If you don't want to be slapped in the face by me, just get out of the way."

The corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse in his heart.

I'm wearing these sea stone shackles, and it's already very good that I can barely maintain normal activities, okay! !

But he was too lazy to argue. After all, he would be beaten whether he argued or not, so he might as well save his energy.

The flying squirrel sat on the ground with his buttocks, without the demeanor and majesty of the North Sea Admiral, lying there with his legs spread out, gasping for breath.

"Not working again?"

Seeing his deputy lying there like he was played, Darren teased with some evil taste.

It must be said that the flying squirrel's talent is indeed quite excellent.

In just a few days, this guy has adapted to the suppression of seastone. Even when facing his own attacks, he can occasionally do some subconscious blocking and evasion.

Well, although it was a crushing beating in the end, he was able to struggle a little.

"Why don't you go back to the headquarters? Is there nothing to do there?"

The flying squirrel complained unhappily.

Darren smiled and shrugged:

"Although there are indeed many credits to take in the course, there is still enough time."

"Besides, compared to cultural courses, I still think that helping the adjutant's practice is much more important."

You are addicted to beating me... The flying squirrel rolled his eyes weakly.

"Okay, today's beating... No, today's seastone confrontation training ends here."

Darren said, and then summoned a metal skateboard, stepped on it, and under the effect of the magnetic field, it soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Flying squirrel: "..."

You let it slip.

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Lubek Island.

Don Quixote Family, Resident Hall.

Doflamingo, Trebol and other cadres are meeting in the meeting hall to discuss the next step of development.

“Who is it!?”

Doflamingo’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and his five fingers bent like chicken claws, and he swung heavily in a certain direction!

Swish! !

Sharp cutting marks suddenly appeared on the walls and the ground of the meeting hall.

A tall figure walked out slowly from the darkness, and at this time he was holding several sharp invisible threads tightly with one hand, and sparks burst out of his skin, and he looked at Doflamingo with a smile:

“Dov, I haven’t seen you for a while, and your strength has improved a lot.”

Seeing the visitor, Doflamingo’s face changed.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and knelt on one knee.

The proud head drooped slightly.

"Meet Godfather."

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I'll be grateful for everything.