Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Are you kidding me?

Zefa glanced at Darren dimly, a vein bulging on his forehead.

"Ahem, in fact, Zefa teacher, although the system of the Seven Warlords of the Sea has problems, it is not completely worthless."

Darren saw the old man's clenched fist, his eyes twitched, and he hurriedly explained.

In his current physical condition, if he was beaten up by Zefa, he would be in trouble.

"Granting pirates the right to legally plunder, what value can this have?"

Zeffa glanced at him and said angrily:

"This is an insult to justice in itself!"

"How will the whole world view our navy?"

"The evil that originally had to be conquered has been completely washed away by the evil and blood on its body. What will the people think of our navy!?"

Darren said slowly:

"You are right, but from another perspective, the implementation of the Shichibukai system can indeed ease the pressure on our navy to conquer pirates."

"The most important thing is that we can't stop this, right, Mr. Zefa?"

Zeffa fell silent immediately.

Speechless.

This is the fact.

The proposal and implementation of the Shichibukai system came from the World Government, not their navy.

He also got confirmation of this from Sengoku.

The general trend is irresistible. Not to mention him, a retired former admiral, even old man Kong can't disobey the orders of the World Government.

Seeing Zefa's unwilling expression, Darren sighed and continued:

"But this does not mean that our navy can't do anything."

Zefa was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Darren with some expectation.

"Do you have any ideas?"

This kid is very smart, even more insidious than Sengoku, maybe he really has some ideas.

Darren smiled and said:

"Our navy can't stop the implementation of the Seven Warlords of the Sea system, but we can ensure that every Seven Warlords of the Sea will obey the orders of our navy."

Yes, obey my orders.

"'Sand Crocodile' Crocodile is the best example."

"Teacher Zefa, you also know the danger of that guy, but don't you find that the little crocodile has become much more obedient recently?"

Zefa suddenly recalled.

He quickly recalled Crocodile's intelligence files in his mind, and was surprised to find that in the past two or three months, Crocodile's number of looting towns and countries has obviously dropped significantly compared to before, and the number of attacks on naval warships has even dropped to zero!

"What on earth did you do, Darren boy!?"

Zeffa immediately reacted, staring at Darren.

Darren smiled and said:

"Nothing, I just let him realize that he was able to take the title of Shichibukai not because he was strong enough."

"It's because the navy chose him, that's all."

"Oh, by the way, I also crippled one of his arms."

He added this sentence at the end, calmly, as if he was talking about something as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Zeffa:...

"Don't worry, Zephyr teacher."

Darren smiled and said:

"The candidates for Shichibukai are indeed all ferocious beasts, but I will put strong chains on them."

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At the same time.

New World, a certain sea area.

Yellow sand filled the sky, flying like a tornado.

The prosperous town turned into a desert, and buildings turned into quicksand, which was blown away by the wind.

A black skull flag with a white scimitar beard fell from the sky, and was soon burned in the war and turned into ashes.

"Is this the pirate group under the command of the Whitebeard Pirates? They are so weak..."

Crocodile, with a big back hair and a gold-plated cigar in his mouth, stood in the quicksand-like town ruins, and his black fur coat fluttered in the wind behind him.

His right hand raised a bloody figure high in the air.

There was a shocking slash scar on the pirate's chest, deep enough to see the bone, almost cutting him off in half. Bright red blood gushed out of the wound and formed a pool of blood at Crocodile's feet.

Around Crocodile's body, hundreds of pirate corpses were lying in all directions. The appearance of these corpses was very strange, with dry skin and shrunken flesh.

It was as if the water in their bodies had been completely sucked out, like mummies, which made people's scalps numb.

"Old... Daddy won't let you go."

The pirate stared at the man in front of him with cold eyes and mafia temperament. His eyes were red, but his face was lingering with a layer of sickly lavender. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Crocodile, youThis is courting death!"

"Hahaha..."

Crocodile sneered sinisterly.

"It seems that my poison has not been successfully prepared. You still have the strength to speak."

A golden hook was already worn on his broken left hand.

The tip of the golden hook was filled with a layer of lavender liquid, which was clearly some kind of deadly poison.

Crocodile exhaled a long stream of smoke and sneered:

"As for the Whitebeard guy, don't worry. He doesn't need to look for me. I will go to trouble him. "

After the words fell, Crocodile pinched the pirate's right hand and exerted force.

An extremely terrifying scene appeared-

The pirate was shocked, and indescribable fear emerged in his pupils.

His skin and flesh shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tightly contracted pupils quickly relaxed and finally became scattered. In less than three seconds, the whole person turned into a mummy!

Throwing the pirate captain in his hand to the ground like throwing garbage, Crocodile sneered disdainfully.

He glanced at the shivering civilians hiding in the corner not far away, and said coldly:

"Are you still not running?"

The civilians reacted from their fear, stood up with trembling legs in fear, and staggered away.

"Tsk! It's so boring! ! "It's not satisfying to kill..." Crocodile cursed in dissatisfaction as he looked at the civilians fleeing in panic. He looked down at the golden hook in his left hand, and a complex look flashed across his vicious eyes. Resentment, anger, hatred, and... a deeply hidden fear. "If killing is not satisfying enough, let me play with you? "

A sarcastic hoarse voice suddenly came from far behind.

Crocodile raised his eyebrows and turned around.

On the coast of the town, a small submarine appeared at some point and was floating on the sea.

A young man with long golden hair stood on the submarine, his eyes full of fiery fighting spirit, grinning at him.

The black military uniform, shiny military boots, violent eyes... and the bloody smell of war that came to his face made Crocodile's pupils shrink slightly.

This guy is not simple.

But he soon laughed.

"Hahahaha... Interesting, it turned out to be the 'Devil's Descendant' of Roger's Pirates, Douglas Barrett. "

"I've heard of your name a long time ago. "

Barrett jumped off the submarine, twisting his neck and snapping his fingers, making the sound of frying beans, while walking towards Crocodile.

The momentum on his body rose at an alarming speed!

"Really? I also heard that you have been making a lot of trouble in the New World recently, 'Sand Crocodile' Crocodile!"

Barrett stared at Crocodile with a fierce smile.

"But, with only one arm, can you bring me pleasure?"

Crocodile's face changed, his eyes burst with murderous intent, and he raised his hand to condense a huge desert blade, hissing towards Barrett.

The murderous intent suddenly appeared!

"Don't you also have only one arm! ? "

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