Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The sea of ​​clouds was hazy, and the wind was fierce.

The small metal ark spacecraft flew steadily in the sky at an astonishing speed, penetrating the clouds.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea stood or sat, resting and recuperating from their injuries.

Doflamingo bent his fingers and hooked them, and silk threads were entangled in the void, stitching up the shocking wounds on Darren's body.

Thanks to Darren's guidance, he has developed his seemingly ordinary Thread Fruit into various tricks, and the ability to use silk threads to stitch wounds and accelerate hemostasis has been used many times in the past.

However, at this time, as the sunglasses reflected the deep wounds of the vice admiral of the navy, even the cruel and cold Doflamingo couldn't help but feel a tingling sense of horror.

If it were a normal person, Darren's horrible injuries would have been a cold corpse long ago.

The more he stitched and checked, the more obvious the cold sweat on Doflamingo's forehead became.

On the one hand, he was shocked by Whitebeard's inhuman fighting power, which left such a tragic injury on Darren;

On the other hand, he was shocked by Darren's monster-like physique.

Logically speaking, the silk thread created by his devil fruit ability can easily cut through rocks and buildings, even extremely hard steel.

But at this moment, just piercing Darren's flesh and blood felt unimaginable resistance and stagnation, and every stitch required him to concentrate and exert all his strength.

In addition, the suturing process must be kept careful and cautious. Doflamingo only felt that the pressure it brought him was even heavier than fighting with the Whitebeard Pirates.

And he knew very well that this was when Darren deliberately relaxed his muscle hardness and defense!

If it was a normal situation, his sharp silk thread that was invincible might not even cut this guy's skin!

Under the sunglasses, the gloomy eyes kept changing. Doflamingo was concentrating on stitching the wound while forcibly suppressing the strange thoughts in his heart.

"Almost done."

Darren suddenly smiled and said, waving his hand weakly.

"Thank you, Doflamingo."

"You can also stitch up Douglas Barrett's wound."

Doflamingo stopped and saw that the wound on Darren's body had basically stopped bleeding. He was shocked and nodded.

"I don't need it!"

Barrett's eyes were fierce and vicious, and he gritted his teeth and threatened Doflamingo:

"Blond kid, don't touch me with your dirty silk threads, or I will definitely kill you!"

"Whitebeard, the 'strongest in the world', is just like this. My fatal injury..."

"- If you have any sequelae, you will never be able to fight with me in the future." Darren said with a smile.

"My back and abdomen are the most seriously injured!"

Barrett lay on his side on the ground, posing a "let anyone slaughter him" posture.

Everyone: "..."

Looking at this war madman who dared to fight Whitebeard head-on, but was directly provoked by Darren's words and lay down obediently, Doflamingo's mouth twitched slightly.

He glanced at Darren obscurely, who was taking out a bloody cigar and lighting it in his mouth.

Doflamingo shook his head slightly, walked forward silently, and sutured Barrett's wound.

The silk thread easily penetrated the flesh and blood, and deftly flew up and down on the surface of the wound like a flower, and the amount of bleeding from the wound gradually decreased.

Doflamingo once again had a deeper understanding of Darren's terrifying physique.

"Mr. Darren, where are we going next?"

Mihawk walked slowly to Darren's side, knelt on the ground with his back straight, and asked excitedly.

His eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and there was no obvious injury on his body, but he felt that he was not satisfied.

It was clear that the fight with "Flower Sword" Vista just now was not completely enjoyable.

Darren exhaled a dragon-like smoke from his mouth, looked at the sky and sea in front of him without looking away, and smiled:

"Wait for news first, it is estimated that the battlefield on Miracle Island will soon end."

He suddenly seemed to realize something and turned his head to look at the side of the spaceship.

Crocodile sat there, with his back against the railing, staring at the front with a gloomy look, and his neat big back hair was a little messy at this time.

There was a clear bloody claw mark on his neck.

It was just a little bit short of cutting his throat.

Darren narrowed his eyes immediately, and felt that the scar was familiar. He couldn't help asking:

"Crocodile, your wound?"

Crocodile raised his head, his eyes flashing with sinister murderous intent.

"A sinister littleGhost."

"While I was fighting with the Phoenix, it suddenly jumped out and attacked me."

His voice was extremely hoarse, revealing a deep sense of shame and anger.

Even when fighting with Whitebeard's deputy "Phoenix" Marco, Crocodile had never suffered such an injury, but he didn't expect to be overturned in the gutter and overturned in the hands of an inconspicuous black-haired kid.

A sinister kid?

Darren frowned, and soon thought of something, and suddenly smiled:

"The injury is not serious, but I guess you are still in pain now?"

Crocodile was stunned, staring at Darren in surprise, as if he knew how.

Darren smiled mysteriously.

A red-haired man who did not want to reveal his name also said so.

"Bru Bru..."

At this moment, a call from a military Den Den Mushi sounded, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Darren took out the Den Den Mushi from his arms and connected the signal.

"General Sengoku, I am Darren. "

The sound of Sengoku's heavy breathing was clearly heard from the Den Den Mushi. After several seconds, Sengoku's hoarse voice was heard:

"Darren, you did a good job this time."

"The Whitebeard Pirates did not join the battle."

Darren smiled and said:

"This is what I should do, General Sengoku."

"But...how is the battle on Miracle Island going? Did you gain anything? "

As this question was asked, Crocodile and others couldn't help but stare at the military Den Den Mushi in Darren's hand.

The battle of "Miracle Island" is probably the most chaotic and largest war in the history of this sea.

The Navy Headquarters almost sent out all its elite troops, and the pirates even had a melee of three major pirate groups.

It can be said without hesitation that the result of this war will greatly affect the political and power structure of the New World.

This is related to the future development of each of them.

However, after the voice fell,

Warring States suddenly became hesitant.

"Well, this... Overall, some results have been achieved."

Darren raised his eyebrows, and he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Where are the Roger Pirates?"

Warring States said sullenly:

"They ran away. "

Darren's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly.

He was not too surprised by this result. After all, Roger was the protagonist, the legendary "Son of Prophecy".

And letting Garp hunt Roger was basically like letting him go.

These two guys were both enemies and friends. They had teamed up in the battle of God Valley, not to mention that they had been chasing each other for so many years, and they had already formed a deep bond.

It was impossible for them to really risk their lives to fight to the death.

For so many years, one of them chased, and the other ran with the pirate group.

They had a lot of fun.

It would be strange if Garp could really catch Roger.

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