Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

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Ancient Saint Figarando Green felt the blood rushing to his brain, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his breathing became rapid.

As the vice-captain of the Knights of God and a witness of the air raid on the Holy Land of Marijoa, he knew better than anyone that once the truth of this incident spread, it would cause a terrible wave throughout the world.

This is not as simple as the death of a few hundred Celestial Dragons.

Although the Celestial Dragons living in the Land of the Gods are his compatriots, Ancient Saint Figarando Green does not care about the lives of those good-for-nothings.

What he cares about is the supreme majesty of the entire Celestial Dragon race and the World Government!

If the outside world knows the truth of the air raid on the Holy Land of Marijoa tonight, this sea will probably cause an unprecedented huge wave!

——In this world, there are actually people who dare to openly challenge the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons and the headquarters of the World Government!

Most of the holy land of Marijoa was destroyed, and thousands of world nobles and celestial dragons died under the bombardment of the floating fleet... On the other hand, the so-called strongest military defense force in the holy land was not able to play any role at all.

Once such news is exposed, the supreme authority of the world government forged in the past 800 years will suffer a serious blow.

When the unattainable gods will bleed, when the unreachable distance becomes within reach, the seeds of resistance and unwillingness will be planted, take root, and sprout, and finally brew into a huge storm.

Since the world government is not indestructible, and since this behemoth that has been above the world for 800 years is not so powerful that people despair, why should we obey the rules it has set and hand over the gold from heaven to it?

Under such a storm, the ruling foundation of the world government may even be shaken!

"Damn it!"

Fegalandu Green Ancient Saint gritted his teeth and cursed, grabbed the law enforcement team member by the collar with one hand, pulled the latter in front of him, and roared with red eyes:

"Have you found out which newspaper organization this person belongs to?"

The law enforcement team member was frightened by the murderous aura of Fegalandu Green Ancient Saint and trembled all over, stammering:

"Yes, it's a reporter from the World Economic News Agency!"

"Their president is that troublesome birdman Morgans!"

Fegalandu Green Ancient Saint said in a gloomy tone:

"No matter what means and abilities you use, I even approve you to directly use the power of the CP department... You must destroy all the relevant intelligence and information!"

"Remember... at all costs!!"

A drop of cold sweat oozed from the forehead of the law enforcement team member, and he nodded and agreed:

"Yes! Lord Fegalandu Green Ancient Saint!"

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Almost at the same time.

New World, an isolated island.

A uniquely shaped ship quietly docked at the edge of the island, with a microphone seagull flag flying on the mast of the ship, and the words "World Economic News Agency" branded on the hull.

Countless seagulls whistled down from all directions in the sky and landed steadily on the deck of the ship. A newspaper staff member in a black suit walked out of the cabin quickly, took out the letters and information from the seagulls in an orderly manner, and read them quickly.

Suddenly, a gasp of surprise suddenly sounded.

The trembling scream even startled more than a dozen seagulls that were delivering letters, and they flew into the sky like a big net.

"What on earth is this!"

"The Celestial Dragon Holy Land Mary Geoise... was bombed by a flying fleet!?"

"This is impossible!"

A young newspaper staff member was so scared when he saw the content of the intelligence that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe the photos and text information in his hands.

He took a few breaths in succession, and then suddenly came to his senses. He rushed out of the spacious cabin and screamed in horror:

"President Morgans...something big has happened!!"

In the cabin, people were busy, and the sound of typewriters and telegraph machines kept ringing.

The sudden exclamation made the birdman who was leaning on the leather sofa and smoking a cigar jump up.

"Something big has happened!?"

The birdman looked strange, like a big upright bird with a big beak, small eyes, and white feathers all over his body. The shape of his wings looked like his hands.

Despite his strange appearance, his outfit was very elegant and decent, like an old-fashioned gentleman.

He wore a black top hat with a red and white feather on it, a light blue shirt, a yellow bow tie, red and white plaid trousers, and a black cloak.

No one could have imagined that this appearanceThe guy with a strange look turned out to be the most powerful dark emperor in the world today, the president of the World Economic News Agency who controls the rhythm and pulse of world public opinion... "Big News" Morgans!

"Let me see it!"

Morgans snatched the intelligence from his subordinates and couldn't wait to open it and read it.

After seeing it, he was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

As if he had lost his soul, he didn't move, and his shrinking pupils trembled violently.

"President... Is he okay?"

"What happened..."

"Why didn't the president move?"

"..."

The employees of the World Economic News Agency looked at their president in confusion, with a blank face.

Suddenly-

"Big news! This is big news!!"

Morgans suddenly screamed with a flushed face, and his wings-like hands kept shaking uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha!! I've finally waited for this!"

"Rogers Darren...North Sea Fleet...Floating warships...Air raid on the Holy Land of Mary Geoise!"

"Hahahaha!! You are amazing...'King of the North Sea'!"

"You actually confronted the Five Elders! Those five old men must be furious now!?"

"So, something earth-shattering must have happened on Firthsek Island!"

"Maybe Rogers Darren has already started a war with the Five Elders!"

"..."

Morgans muttered excitedly, pacing back and forth like dancing, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and a fiery look.

"What kind of title should be given to such big news?"

Crack——

A strange crisp sound came out, and Morgans felt something cold and hard against the back of his head.

"No title can be given."

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"President Morgans, I'm sorry, I can't let you release this news..."

The man in the war correspondent trench coat opened the safety of the pistol, and his index finger was on the trigger.

"...This is an order from the World Government."

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