Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"Don Quixote Doflamingo?"

Hearing this name, the eyes of the Five Elders on Den Den Mushi flashed a cold light at the same time.

The image of a blond kid with a defiant expression emerged in their minds.

They clearly remembered the scene a few years ago.

The blond kid wearing sunglasses, holding a bloody head, climbed up the ladder of heaven step by step, came in front of them, and threw the head at their feet.

"This is my father's head. I want to become a Celestial Dragon again."

That's what he said.

"Darren, what is your relationship with Doflamingo?"

Topman Vulchulisheng's tone turned cold.

Darren smiled and said:

"Report to the Lord, I have no direct relationship with Doflamingo."

"During my tenure in the North Sea, the Don Quixote family led by him grew rapidly in the North Sea. I have launched many campaigns against it, but unfortunately, I failed in the end."

"This is the negligence of my subordinates."

"But this also reflects that Doflamingo does have great talent and potential... Since you are now preparing to find candidates for the Seven Warlords of the Sea, I just think that Doflamingo may be a very good candidate."

"At least..."

He glanced at Crocodile with a smile.

"...His strength may be more exciting."

Crocodile's face suddenly turned red and he clenched his teeth tightly.

The Five Elders fell silent at the same time.

They exchanged glances, as if confirming some information.

Topman Vulchuli narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"Darren, Doflamingo is just a small pirate in the North Sea. He is not qualified to be the Seven Warlords of the Sea for the time being. He is not within our consideration."

The smile on Darren's mouth inexplicably added a bit of coldness.

"I understand, my lords."

"In that case, I will not bother you any more."

"Well."

The communication with Den Den Mushi was interrupted.

...

Pop!

The Den Den Mushi in his hand was crushed, and Topman Vouchuri-sensei's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said in a cold tone:

"Who does this ignorant navy brat think he is? He actually wants to interfere in the selection of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"

The Five Elders holding samurai swords sneered:

"Damocles... You don't believe his words, do you?"

"We all know the strength of Falcon. Although he has not yet stepped into the level of the strongest shield of the Celestial Dragons, he is definitely not something that Crocodile can kill."

Topman Vouchuri-sensei glanced at his friend and sneered:

"Of course I know, Izambaron V. Nasujuro-sensei."

"But what does it matter?"

A CP0 agent died, and they, as the highest leaders of the World Government, did not feel sorry at all.

"But I didn't expect that Darren would grow up so fast."

"This time, his raid on Wan Guo caused too much noise. Many member countries and non-member countries are worried about the navy's possession of such ultra-long-range strategic strike capability..."

After these words came out, the five elders were silent, their eyes darkened.

In front of them, there was a file.

On the first page of the file, Rogers Darren's name and photo were clearly shown.

The God of Finance, Izambaron V. Nasujuro, gently stroked the purple-black blade with his thin fingers, and said with a gloomy look:

"The direction of the navy has begun to change."

"Under the influence of Darren, the navy has once again shown the signs of being out of our control."

"Especially the younger generation of kids, each one is more unruly than the other."

The blond Five Elders, Shepard Ten Pitt, suddenly said:

"At least Borsalino still obeys our orders, right, Satan?"

He looked at another Five Elders.

The man was wearing a black suit, white curly hair, a fluffy white beard, a black flat hat, and a withered cane in both hands.

The God of Science Defense, Jaygolusia Satan!

Saint Satan nodded and said in a cold voice:

"Polsalino has always obeyed the government's orders. He has always performed well in the task of imprisoning and supervising Vegapunk."

Saint Topman Vochuli, also known as Saint Damocles, smiled and said:

"Perhaps we can use this to create a conflict between the two of them."

Saint Marcus Maz, the God of Environment and the Five Elders with a long white beard, shook his head and said:

"The primary problem at hand is the Seven Warlords of the Sea.plan."

"The kid Darren has grown up... The threat he showed in Wan Guo is no less than that of the Golden Lion."

"The existence of the Seven Warlords of the Sea can curb the pirates of the New World on the one hand, and can also be used to curb the navy on the other hand."

"But we can't push Darren too hard." The golden-haired Five Elders suddenly said.

"So, the method we used back then can't be used for the time being." Saint Satan lowered his eyes.

"Yes, he is not Zephyr after all."

Topman Vochuli Saint said slowly:

"With his character, if we push him hard, we will get an enemy that is crazier and more difficult than the Golden Lion."

His eyes flashed with confidence and wisdom to control everything.

"In fact, this kid's character is also a good thing for us."

"Power, status, fame, women... Since he is greedy for these things, we will give them to him."

"As long as he has desires, we can easily control him in our hands. ”

“The most troublesome thing is those stubborn guys.”

Hearing this, the other five elders smiled.

“Agree.”

“Agree.”

“Agree.”

“Second.”

————

Darren looked at the military Den Den Mushi that was slowly falling asleep, sneered, and crushed the Den Den Mushi in his hand.

“It’s really infuriating... these old guys.”

He slowly exhaled a dragon-like smoke, turned his head to look at Kaji and others who looked dazed, and grinned:

“Isn’t the matter solved now?”

Kaji:…

The navy:…

Ignoring them, Darren turned around and walked towards Crocodile.

“You heard it too, Crocodile. "

Darren came to Crocodile, squatted down, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face.

"It seems that I can't kill you, what a pity."

Crocodile glared at him.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that... When you killed the navy, you didn't care about their feelings."

Darren shrugged helplessly.

"However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped."

"You must have killed a lot of navy and civilians from the Grand Line to the New World... So, it's not too much to leave something behind, right?"

Crocodile was stunned.

Before he could react, Darren's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly pulled out Yan Mo and cut it off with one knife! !

Swish!!

A broken hand flew upside down.

Crocodile's brain went blank for a moment, and then he felt unprecedented pain, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he roared in pain.

"Ah ... You bastard!!!"

His body was shaking on the ground, his right hand tightly covering his left wrist, and the bright red blood couldn't stop oozing from his fingers.

"Well, this is in line with the plot..."

Darren said a joke that only he could understand.

"By the way, I'll give you a suggestion. This broken left hand can be equipped with a golden hook, so that it looks more like a pirate."

"In addition..."

He raised his military boots and stepped on Crocodile's chest. In the latter's eyes, he leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Remember, I don't kill you, not because of the order of those five old immortals."

"Believe me, I have such ability... Even if I kill you here, they will only scold me at most, which is not painful for me."

"I don't kill you because I have higher expectations of you. "

"Remember, Crocodile..."

Darren's eyes showed his burning ambition.

"From now on, you are one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

"You can continue to make trouble, challenge Whitebeard, or even challenge Roger, I won't care... I can even guarantee that the Navy and the World Government will not cause you trouble."

"But remember one thing... You don't obey the Navy's orders, nor the World Government's orders, you only obey my orders."

Crocodile was struck by lightning and his pupils shook violently.

This guy... What a huge ambition!

"It seems you understand. "

Darren smiled, took out a brand new gold-plated cigar from his pocket, put it in Crocodile's mouth, and lit it for him.

Then he helped Crocodile to tidy up his slicked-back hairstyle, and then slowly stood up.

Under Crocodile's stunned expression, the Vice Admiral showed a bright and mocking smile:

"Then, congratulations, Crocodile."

"From this moment on, you are the honorable Shichibukai. "

···

···

···

···