Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The starlight was cold and gentle. It was clearly a quiet and leisurely military school dormitory.

Virgo was tense all over, and his hands couldn't help shaking slightly.

A bone-chilling chill ran up from his spine to his forehead, making his scalp numb.

Obviously, the man in front of him didn't release a trace of domineering, but just stood there with a smile, but Virgo felt as if his throat was tightly clenched by an invisible big hand, and his breathing became difficult and heavy.

Chilled all over.

"Godfather, the young master asked me to convey his greetings to you."

Virgo didn't dare to look up and look directly at the man's eyes, and whispered.

Darren slowly took out a cigar, bit it in his mouth and lit it.

A touch of strange scarlet lit up in the dark room.

"Well, I am very satisfied with Dover's recent performance."

"But you haven't answered my question yet."

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Vergo's forehead, and he hurriedly said:

"Yes, Godfather, choosing Vice Admiral Borsalino as the instructor is the order of the young master."

After getting the confirmation, Darren's mouth curled up a faint arc.

Dover is a smart kid.

Vergo's identity cannot withstand a thorough investigation.

As long as you investigate carefully, you can easily find out the relationship between Vergo and Doflamingo.

A member of the underworld, a pirate... actually sneaked into the navy as an undercover, and also entered the officer training camp known as the "cradle of generals".

You can imagine what will happen to Vergo once his identity is exposed.

Choosing Borsalino can avoid the disclosure of identity secrets as much as possible.

After all, with Borsalino's fun-loving personality, even if he noticed something, he would probably pretend not to see it and observe the development of the situation with a spectator's attitude.

"Well, this is a very wise choice."

Darren nodded.

"Since you are now a member of the navy, I will also give you a piece of advice."

Virgo lowered his head even lower:

"Please go on."

Darren smiled:

"Forget all your past identities, and then, fight for your life and climb up as much as possible."

Virgo was shocked.

"That's all I have to say."

Darren exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth.

After a pause, as if he had forgotten something, he looked at the guy who wiped his mouth clean but still had half a steak on his face, and his mouth corners pulled up.

"By the way, this is the lesson you learned from daring to attack me just now."

The voice fell,

Swish! !

The sharp knife and fork suspended in the air suddenly shot out and pierced deeply into Vergo's thigh, and blood oozes out of his trouser leg.

Vergo groaned in pain, his body trembling, gritting his teeth but not daring to make a sound.

"Thank you for the lesson, Godfather."

His eyes were bloodshot, but his attitude was more respectful.

No response.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds...

The room was dead silent.

Vergo raised his head carefully and looked at the empty room, gasping for breath as if he was exhausted.

He pulled out the knife and fork stuck in his thigh with trembling hands, and blood spurted out.

With his strength, he could easily avoid this "little lesson" just now.

But he...

Didn't dare to hide.

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Navy Headquarters, Military Academy.

Chief Instructor's Office.

"Teacher Zefa, you're looking for me?"

Darren knocked on the door and pushed it open.

"Well, Darren, you're here."

Zefal, who was sitting behind his desk, raised his head from the pile of documents, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"How do you feel about your first day as a specially hired instructor?"

Darren glanced at the obviously renovated bathroom at the end of the office, and quickly retracted his gaze and said with a smile:

"Not bad."

He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs casually, and lit a cigar.

This set of silky movements made Zefa's mouth twitch.

He shook his head and asked:

"I asked you to come here this time to discuss with you about the arrangement of Magellan. You also know that his devil fruit ability is very special..."

"No need to discuss, I will accept Magellan!"

Before Zefa finished speaking, Darren had already waved his hand to interrupt him.

Zefal was stunned.

I haven't even opened my mouth yet... and you've agreed?

He had carefully prepared some words to persuade this kid.

"Have you met him?"

Zefar thought about it and quickly reacted.

"Well, that kid is indeed very capable.It's a bit scary."

Darren nodded, but an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In just one hour, under Magellan's "poisoning", his physical strength increased by 0.3!

Although the process was somewhat difficult... the feeling of the toxin invading and corroding the internal organs of the body was no different from being cut into pieces.

But in exchange for this, the physical strength was improved, and Darren thought it was worth it.

It's just poison... At the beginning, he suffered all kinds of torture in the hands of the fat man in overalls.

"Yeah..."

Zeff didn't notice the smile on Darren's mouth, but he sighed:

"The ability of the Poison-Poison Fruit is not something that ordinary people can bear... I almost got it, but fortunately I am strong enough to resist it."

He said with a red face and a look of pride in his eyes.

Darren smiled and said:

"Really? But Mr. Zefa, I heard from Magellan that... you just accidentally inhaled a little poison gas, and you had diarrhea for three days and three nights. "

"..."

Zefar's expression froze.

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice, skipped the topic, and asked:

"So, are you sure you can withstand his poison?"

"I know you have an amazing physique, but toxins directly invade the internal organs and nerves... Strong resistance to attacks does not have much added effect in resisting poison."

"And the kid's poison has a certain lag..."

Darren said indifferently:

"Don't worry, Mr. Zefa, don't forget... I am "Vajra Indestructible"... huh? "

Gurgle...

His face suddenly froze, and a strange muffled sound came from his abdomen.

Zeffa was stunned.

Darren: "..."

Zeffa: "..."

The two looked at each other, staring at each other.

Could it be...

He felt that his abdomen seemed to be gradually churned into a ball, and it became turbulent.

Darren's forehead was covered with a layer of fine cold sweat, and he thought to himself that it was not good.

"Hehe."

Zeffa looked at Darren meaningfully, and then pointed in the direction of the bathroom with a smile.

"Go, it has been renovated."

Before he finished speaking, the vice admiral of the navy had suddenly jumped up from the sofa and rushed directly into the toilet.

Soon, a crackling sound of firecrackers came from inside, accompanied by a gnashing of teeth and... a low wail.

"Indestructible? Hehe..."

Zefar gradually showed a smug smile on his face, and leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Looking like an experienced person, he shook his head with a sigh.

"You are still too young..."

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