Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

At this moment, Darren seemed to see a pair of mysterious eyes slowly opening in the deepest darkness between the flowers, staring at him indifferently.

Under the gaze of those eyes, a chill gradually surged from the soles of his feet, rushed up his spine to his brain, and his body muscles subconsciously tightened.

To date, Darren has fought with all the powerful men in this sea.

"World Destroyer" Bondy Waldo, who has the power to destroy the world;

The domineering Golden Lion Shiki who killed Marinford with two swords;

Whitebeard Edward Newgate, known as the "strongest in the world";

The "strongest creature on land, sea and air" Kaido, who has an exaggerated physique and is indestructible;

"Born Destroyer" BIG MOM Charlotte Linlin, who owns all nations;

"Pluto" Rayleigh and even the future Pirate King Gol D. Roger...

But he has never felt the sense of crisis at this moment!

This feeling is like being stared at by a silent poisonous snake, or being watched by a high god, and the scalp is numb.

Is that... the master of the Void Throne?

Darren exhaled a breath of foul air silently, with a haze in his eyes, and slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Saint Satan's wrinkled hands supported the mottled cane, and a sneer of contempt and mockery appeared on his face.

"Darren, this is the last test we give you."

Saint Vochuli also said indifferently:

"Your talent, strength, and talent are second to none even in the whole world. Even in the secret files of the World Government CP Department, you are evaluated as "the first genius of the Navy in 800 years." "

"We don't want talents like you to go the wrong way."

Darren fell silent.

He gradually became calm and looked at the five highest powers of the World Government.

"What if I refuse this mission?"

"I can give up the promotion to admiral of the Navy Headquarters."

The five elders in front of him seemed calm, but Darren had keenly sensed the strong threat flashing in their eyes.

With his own strength, he was enough to fight Whitebeard and Roger, but no matter how conceited he was, he could not guarantee that he could fight these five unfathomable old guys at the same time.

He did not know what their true abilities were, and he would take great risks if he acted rashly.

Not to mention that there was a mysterious Im secretly watching from the depths of the flowers.

"It seems that you still don't understand..."

Izambaron V. Nasujuro, holding a samurai sword, sneered and shook his head.

"This is not a discussion, this is a direct order from us to you."

Darren narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

Seeing this, Saint Vouchuri sighed:

"Darren, I have always been full of expectations for you, but you really disappoint me."

"Do you think... we really don't know what you did in private?"

His eyes gradually turned cold.

Darren was stunned.

Before he could react, Saint Vouchuri, the legal god who controlled the combat power of all CP departments of the World Government, suddenly took out a video Den Den Mushi from his arms and pressed a start button.

In Darren's stunned eyes, a picture gradually appeared.

The world suddenly became dead silent.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was so heavy and depressing that it was suffocating.

In the picture projected by the Den Den Mushi, there was a closed secret room.

The gray-white walls were covered with blood.

Two bloody figures lay dying on the cold ground, with heavy shackles on their hands and feet.

A man and a little girl, looking very similar.

The middle-aged man was still wearing the gardener's work clothes, which were stained with mud.

The little girl's white dress was now stained red with blood, and her hands were tightly grasping the corner of her father's clothes.

There was only a bloody hole left in their eye sockets, and the eyeballs had been cruelly dug out, and the blood condensed on their faces like tears.

Darren was stunned there, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He knew this father and daughter.

The man once knelt in front of him crying and begged him to save his child.

The little girl once bravely wanted to commit suicide just to avoid delaying her future.

They were living well.

But now, this father and daughter are huddled in the corner in fear, relying on each other.

Waiting for death to come.

Just like their previous lives.

"Don't worry, they are still alive."

Saint Satan looked at the expressionless Vice Admiral and smiled:

"As Saint Vochuli said, you are indeed a very capable person. Even we were deceived by you at the beginning."

Saint Vochuli said lightly:

"Even if it is politicalThe intelligence capabilities of the government and the work level of the CP department could not find any clues. "

The blond Saint Peter said:

"You did a great job. Even the father of Saint Shields himself was too lazy to continue to pursue the truth about his own son's death in the North Sea."

The gray-bearded Saint Maz sneered:

"But there is no perfect crime in this world. We just need to find someone who can kill Saint Shields silently."

Satan said with a smile:

"But we really didn't expect that your motive would be so..."

"--Stupid."

Saint Vochuli added his words.

He looked up at the motionless Vice Admiral, with disappointment in his eyes.

"We thought you were different. "

"You are greedy, lustful, power-seeking, and profit-seeking..."

"You can do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, and you can confuse right and wrong..."

"Extraordinary talent, amazing talent..."

"You have no bottom line, and you are not as pedantic as Zephyr and Garp..."

"It is because of your character and characteristics that we decided to use you!"

"For someone like you who is profit-seeking, shrewd, and wise, we really can't understand why you would do such a stupid thing."

"Do you really think that we are so ignorant and incompetent... that we will never discover your secret?"

Vochuli Saint sighed.

"What disappoints me most is that you actually let them survive in the end."

Satan Saint joked:

"Otherwise, we really can't find your flaws."

Vochuli Saint said lightly:

"You should have killed them all cleanly."

"People like you shouldn't have weaknesses. "

Darren remained silent, his expression seemed a little dull.

Saint Vochuli shook his head and continued:

"But Darren, we have decided to give you another chance now."

"Talents like you deserve such an opportunity."

"As long as you do a good job of escorting the World Noble Hunting Competition this time, we are willing to forgive the past."

He slowly opened his arms.

"This is the greatest kindness we can give to mankind, because you have the potential to transcend mortals."

"Look further ahead, don't waste your energy and time on mere ants, serving God is the destination of your life."

"So many years of hard work, so many years of climbing, so hard to climb to today's power and status, are you really willing to give up, Darren?"

"As long as you complete this escort mission, you can get everything you want! ”

“Power, status, wealth, fame... You will become a high-ranking admiral, no matter what... We can give you. ”

“Don’t you like making deals? This should be a very good deal.”

“You are a smart person, I believe you can make a smart decision.”

After saying that, the Five Elders stared at the Vice Admiral in front of them, and the vague murderous intent was gradually spreading.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds,

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was like a tight bowstring, which could break at any time.

At a certain moment.

“I understand.”

The Vice Admiral suddenly laughed.

A smile from the heart gradually bloomed on that gloomy, indifferent, and cold face.

“I will try my best to complete the tasks assigned by the adults.”

Seeing this, the Five Elders smiled with satisfaction:

“We look forward to your performance, the future admiral of the navy. "

Darren said nothing more and turned to leave.

Just as he stepped out of the meeting hall, a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Darren paused.

"Remind you..."

Satan Saint stared at the broad back of the Vice Admiral meaningfully and mocked:

"The North Sea has never been your North Sea, and you are not the so-called "King of the North Sea."

He seemed to enjoy the gloomy back of the Vice Admiral in front of him, and his tone revealed a confidence that he was in control of everything.

"It was not in the past, and it will not be in the future...even more."

As soon as the voice fell, the heavy and solemn door of the meeting hall closed the gloomy faces of the Five Elders with sneers one by one.

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