Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The biggest and most prosperous commercial port in the North Sea.

Port of Tas.

When Doflamingo led many members of the Don Quixote family into the harbor of Port of Tas, they saw the following scene.

Various ships were vying for territory in the port, sails with different marks were rolling like waves, sailors were shouting loudly on the deck, nobles and wealthy businessmen were holding pipes and directing workers on the shore, and their shouting overwhelmed the sound of the waves.

In the distance of the port, all kinds of shops were lined up on the streets, people were weaving and bustling, and there was a dazzling array of goods from the North Sea and even all over the world.

Looking along the street, a city seemed to expand gradually with the distance, and the densely crisscrossed inland rivers were like white silk threads, shuttling through large buildings and houses.

Prosperous, wealthy, crowded, dirty... everywhere was filled with the smell of money and rot.

"I say... I say... it really deserves to be the largest trading port in the North Sea..." Torrepol, with a line of snot hanging under his nostrils, said in surprise.

"There should be a lot of oil and water here." Diamanti, whose face was painted with colors, licked the corner of his mouth.

Vergo did not speak, with half a piece of bread on his cheek.

Pica laughed shrilly: "Soon this place will belong to our Don Quixote family!"

Their faces were filled with strong ambition and arrogance.

Of course, they also have the qualifications to be arrogant.

In just half a month, their Don Quixote family, starting from scratch, swallowed up more than 30% of the mafia territories and underground businesses in the entire North Sea in one fell swoop, and jumped directly to become one of the most powerful underworld forces in the North Sea with an unstoppable and unstoppable attitude.

This speed, this attitude, this domineering attitude, no one has ever been able to do it in the history of the North Sea.

But their Don Quixote family did it.

And now, this prosperous trading port in front of them is the goal of their trip.

"Rodriguez Family..."

Doflamingo stood at the bow, scanning the bustling and bustling town in front of him, and a cold smile gradually appeared on his lips.

He still looked old-fashioned, with sunglasses, shirts, cropped pants, and pointed shoes.

But compared with before, he had a pink feather coat on his body, fluttering with the salty sea breeze on the harbor, like a young and arrogant flamingo.

"Dover... I say, I say, as long as we kill the Rodriguez family and swallow up all their industries, we can own half of the underground world of the North Sea, right?"

Torrebol walked to Doflamingo with a trembling cane and laughed obscenely.

Doflamingo nodded and grinned:

"That's right, the Rodriguez family controls Tas Port, and their power is deeply rooted in this island. With the commercial convenience of Tas Port, they control at least 30% of the illegal business in the North Sea..."

"After they are dealt with, the remaining few guys who are particularly troublesome, the Snooker family, Vincent and Rockefeller... are not a big problem."

Hearing the confident words of their young master, the four family cadres of Torrebol laughed in admiration.

"Young master... In fact, we don't have to bow to that navy at all." At this time, Diamante suddenly spoke sinisterly.

He was dissatisfied and indignant:

"When we take over the entire underground world of the North Sea, with such power, the North Sea Navy will not dare to do anything to us."

"Besides, he said it was nice, saying that the underworld of the North Sea belongs to you, but in the end, all the territory was conquered by ourselves. Did Rogers Darren help us?"

As soon as this was said, everyone else fell into silence.

The smile on Doflamingo's mouth gradually disappeared.

He turned his head to look at Trebol and the other four,

"Do you all think so?"

The four lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into his cold eyes.

"We just think that you are a natural king."

"A king must never bow to anyone."

They whispered.

Doflamingo looked at them for a few seconds without saying a word, then turned around and said calmly after a moment of silence:

"I have never heard these words before."

"I don't want to hear them again in the future."

"Do you understand?"

The four of Torrebol bowed deeply and said respectfully:

"Yes."

But while they were talking, they exchanged glances with each other.

Flamingo's tone was very calm.

But they knew their young master too well.

Often the calmer the tone, the more it showed the turbulent and deeply suppressed anger in his heart.

Would the unruly natural king really bow to another person?

The surname Don Quixote did not allow him to do so.

"Let's go."

Doflamingo took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth raised his usual cold and sarcastic grin again:

"咈咈咈咈咈咈... Go and take everything that belongs to us."

He raised his hands high, and countless invisible threads shot out from his hands, quickly disappeared into the void, and shot towards the town in the distance.

The fierce wind blew the pink feather coat up.

Doflamingo laughed grimly:

"The rules of this world are essentially the law of the jungle!!"

"咈咈咈咈咈!!!"

The moment the words fell,

Bang! !

A member of the Don Quixote family took out a pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

"Don Quixote family is doing business, irrelevant people should get out of the way quickly!!"

The surrounding civilians, merchants and sailors were startled by the sudden gunshot.

They looked at the slowly rising skull flag with pale faces, put down all the work in their hands in fear, and fled in panic.

The members of the Don Quixote family also jumped off the ship with a grim smile and rushed towards the base of the Rodriguez family in the intelligence.

The battle started.

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At the same time.

A luxurious mansion.

In a meeting room with a closed door.

The flames in the fireplace were burning, reflecting two figures facing each other across the conference table.

The middle-aged man in a black peaked lapel suit looked solemnly at the naval colonel sitting opposite him, smoking a cigar unscrupulously, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know you are very angry, Admiral Darren."

"But as the dealer himself, don't you think it's a bit unfair?"

Darren narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"Yes, it's indeed unfair. But that's how the world works."

The middle-aged man's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"For so many years, I have been following your rules, and now I am just..."

"But you still broke the rules." Darren interrupted him unceremoniously.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale in an instant.

He looked at the navy in front of him with red eyes, and his fists with thick knuckles clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

"Why me?" He panted.

"No, not just you, everyone who breaks the rules will be punished."

The man was startled when he heard this, and then he actually laughed.

He laughed crazily, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Hahahaha!! So that's how it is!! This is good!! We have fought each other for so many years and neither of us admits defeat... At least we all end up in the same situation, hahahaha!"

"Rogers Darren, many people call you the 'scum of the navy'... But I know that you are actually a venomous snake!!"

"Extremely cunning and cold-blooded, I even doubt if you have a trace of bondage and pity in your heart!!"

"Do it! From the day I set foot on this road, I knew that this day would come sooner or later!!"

"Others call me the giant of the North Sea's underground forces..."

He laughed at himself, shaking with laughter, staring at Darren:

"How ridiculous..."

"In the North Sea, the darkest is you who is wearing the banner of justice!!"

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