Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The old man was sitting on the ground, and the old man was sitting on the ground.

Walking out of the dark hall, Darren relit a cigar and stretched his body.

In the dilapidated courtyard, dead ivy covered the collapsed fountain.

The night was sad, and the moonlight was cold and scattered.

The figure of the flying squirrel stood in the shadow of the wall, motionless, without any sound, as if it was integrated with the surrounding buildings.

For a full hour, he did not move at all, did not change his center of gravity, his face was cold and resolute, Darren felt that he did not even breathe, and was stationed here like a statue.

"Thank you for your hard work."

A unique warm current flowed through Darren's heart, and he smiled and spoke.

The North Sea is a very dangerous sea.

He still clearly remembers how chaotic this sea was when he first crossed over.

The mafia fought recklessly in towns and streets, crying civilians trembled on the street corners, and the dignitaries of the kingdom were toasting at elegant banquets.

There was no basic trust between people, only tricks, deception, and betrayal... On the surface, they were brothers with you, flattering you with gifts, but turned around and stabbed you in the back.

Darren, who was struggling to climb up the road to power, could no longer remember how many people's blood was stained on his hands.

He always had many more enemies than friends.

Even now, he could almost cover the sky with one hand in this sea area of ​​​​the North Sea, but he still lived cautiously every day.

In this environment, it is indeed a very lucky thing to have a trustworthy and reliable deputy around.

The flying squirrel walked out of the shadows slowly, with a sullen smile on his face.

"You are cruel enough, he is just a 12-year-old kid."

He naturally heard Darren's "CPU" to Doflamingo in the hall.

Darren spread his hands and said:

"Even the youngest wolf can easily tear open a person's throat."

"Don't forget that he killed his father at the age of 10 and awakened the Conqueror's Haki."

The flying squirrel was silent after hearing this.

He glanced at the chip Darren was playing with, looked at the gloomy hall with some concern, and asked:

"Aren't you afraid that he will stab you in the back?"

"He dares not, there is no evidence, and no one will believe him." Darren smiled, "Besides, I am his godfather now..."

The flying squirrel rolled his eyes.

The son laughed when his father died, this happened to Doflamingo.

But he also knew Darren's temper.

This ambitious North Sea chief has crazy blood in his bones.

He likes the thrilling danger of putting himself on the tightrope on the edge of the cliff.

It seems that only this moment of suffocating tension and almost stopping the heart can make him feel the feeling of being alive.

"By the way, has the news of this matter been blocked?"

Darren suddenly asked, as if he remembered something.

The flying squirrel nodded carefully,

"At that time, the cordon had been set up and the civilians were completely evacuated. Even the North Sea Navy that followed us out to sea did not know the specific details... They only knew that this was a mission to defeat pirates."

Darren laughed,

"That's good, let's keep it a secret for as long as possible."

"It's time for us to go back. If I remember correctly, we have an appointment with Vinsmoke Judge tomorrow?"

The flying squirrel said in a deep voice:

"Yes, the first batch of high-tech weapon samples of Germa has been manufactured, and you need to go there in person to take a look and conduct the first test."

"The specific meeting place is waiting for Vinsmoke Judge's reply."

Darren nodded and took a step.

The wide cloak of justice behind him danced wildly in the air.

"Very good, so our North Sea Fleet plan has officially begun."

Under the night sky, his eyes were brighter than the stars.

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In the dark hall.

The dusty glass windows on the dome cast the cold moonlight, which fell on Doflamingo like silver light.

The wall lamp was still burning stubbornly, with light and shadows.

The blond boy sat on the soft sofa, holding a burnt cigar in his hand, his head tilted back, staring at the high dome with eyes that had lost focus.

"Dover..."

"Young Master..."

It was unknown how long it took before Trebol and the other four slowly woke up from their coma.

They first looked towards the

After taking a quick look around and finding no trace of the navy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dover... I say... how did we get back?"

Torrebol stood up with difficulty, supporting his cane with one hand.

He panted slightly, and the heavy injuries on his body made his face pale.

"I don't know either. When I woke up, I was already here."

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Doflamingo still stared straight at the moon on the dome, and suddenly grinned:

"It should be Rogers Darren who sent us back."

After these words came out, Torrebol and the other four took a breath of cold air, and a layer of cold sweat oozed out of their backs.

This place is located on Mignon Island, and this long-abandoned villa is the secret base of their Don Quixote family, and only a few of them know about it.

But now... the highest commander of the North Sea Navy has sent all of them back in a coma.

What does this mean...

All their previous actions in the North Sea had already been targeted by that powerful monster-like navy!

In a trance, they felt that this secret base had become unsafe.

It seemed that in the dark corridors and gloomy rooms, there were some invisible and terrifying monsters hiding, secretly observing them.

"Then young master... what should we do next?"

Diamanti asked anxiously.

Since they set out to sea, they have been smooth sailing all the way, and have never encountered such heavy setbacks and blows.

They have long been accustomed to others kneeling and begging in front of them, and accustomed to giving orders.

But now,

The navy named Rogers Darren, like an insurmountable towering wall, stood in their way to conquer the North Sea.

With just one person's strength, he easily killed their more than a thousand subordinates.

And none of them could be a match for Darren.

That man was as powerful as Shura.

It made people fearful and desperate.

"What should I do..."

Doflamingo muttered to himself, and his eyes finally focused again.

He turned his head and met the worried and frightened eyes of Trebol and others, and was silent for a long time.

I have lost all my family members, and I only have you.

Such a thought flashed through Doflamingo's mind.

And the moment the thought came out, an unspeakable bitterness also surged in his heart.

He suddenly understood why Darren spared the lives of Trebol and others.

So that's it... So that's it...

You are really cruel.

So... Darren, in your eyes, everything I did was as childish as a child playing house, right?

"Don't worry."

Doflamingo sighed in his heart, but smiled on his face.

"The North Sea underworld is ours now."

Under the increasingly surprised gazes of the four people of Torrebol,

the blond boy stood up from the sofa and laughed loudly:

"咈咈咈咈咈..."

"From today on, Rogers Darren is the godfather of my Don Quixote Doflamingo!!"

"咈咈咈咈咈!!!"

The laughter, which gradually became hideous and crazy, continued to echo in this gloomy courtyard.

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I have bronchitis recently and have a constant cough, so everyone should also take care of their health.

In addition, I wish the college entrance examination students a successful start.

Best wishes.