Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Chapter 748

A certain sea area in the Grand Line.

White Earth Island.

Snow fell from the sky, and suddenly there were several screams that sounded like broken voices passing through the sky from far to near.

Then——

Figures one after another whistled down from the sky like cannonballs, and fell into the snow-capped mountains at an alarming speed.

Boom!

Four consecutive huge roars were heard in the snow-capped mountains of White Earth Island, and a large amount of snow continued to collapse under the impact and vibration.

"Damn it! Bear! I told you to control it!"

Drag's head with a "slipper mark" on his face suddenly emerged from the thick snow, spitting out snow residue from his mouth, cursing.

As the voice fell, heads staring at the snowflakes also emerged one after another.

"I'm sorry, if the distance is too far... it's hard for me to control the power of the meat ball fruit."

Bartholomew Bear raised his hand and patted the snow on his head, smiling a little embarrassedly.

Drager glared at him unhappily, "pulled" his body out of the snow, and lay on the snow without any posture like a big letter.

"I really didn't expect that the five elders, the highest power of the world government... actually have immortal bodies."

He sighed with a melancholy look in his eyes.

Anyone who saw the strange abilities of the five elders with their own eyes would feel despair.

"At least we survived."

Ivankov shook his head beside him.

Drager suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Darren on the other side.

"Hey, Darren... How are you now? Are you still alive?"

Darren supported his body and sat on the snow with some difficulty. His body was covered with mottled bloodstains, and he looked extremely bad.

He took out a bloodstained cigar from his bosom, bit it and lit it, and said hoarsely:

"I'm not going to die yet."

While speaking, he adjusted his breathing, recovered his strength as quickly as possible, and quietly looked at the surrounding environment.

What came into view was a vast expanse of white. This island was covered with ice and snow all year round, and it had a typical winter island climate like Firsec Island.

There was no one around, surrounded by the sea.

With his eyesight and knowledge, he could vaguely identify a large number of reefs in the sea currents surrounding the island.

With this kind of sea area and geographical features, if there is no internal intelligence, I'm afraid even the navy's fleet would find it difficult to land without damage.

This is an island that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and under the cover of the snow-capped mountains, the army can be well concealed.

"A great base. Is this the headquarters of your Self-Defense Force?"

Darren took a deep puff of his cigarette, feeling the pungent smoke rolling in his throat, which slightly lifted his sluggish spirit.

Speaking of this, Dorag immediately straightened his chest and said proudly:

"Hahahaha, that's right!"

"What do you think, Darren... I almost traveled all over the Grand Line to find this secret island."

"White Earth Island is a typical winter island with a sparse population. The perennial wind and snow serve as a natural barrier to cover the traces of the army. It is surrounded by undercurrents to resist foreign enemies... Under the development of this environment, the Self-Yong Army will grow and develop at a very fast speed and become a force that shocks the world!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and simply stood up from the snow, opened his hands, and laughed majestically:

"This island will become an important place that influences the world pattern in the future!"

Darren stroked the stubble on his chin and nodded:

"The location is well chosen, but you are a little poor."

"..." Dorag's face suddenly fell.

Xiong smiled happily and scratched his head.

Ivankov nodded in agreement beside him.

"At first glance, there are no military facilities... Ports, shipping, military factories, warships, shooting ranges... You don't have any of the things that an army should have."

Darren shook his head and said regretfully:

"If you want the Self-Defense Force to be able to exert the combat power that can threaten the World Government as a whole, it will take at least five to ten years at your current development speed."

Hearing Darren's blunt criticism, Dorag immediately blushed and retorted:

"It is not so easy to build an army, let alone let an army have the power to threaten the rule of the World Government--"

He stopped talking here and became hesitant.

Clearly thinking of the terrifyingly powerful flying fleet under Darren's command.

Thinking of the strength of the North Sea Fleet, it is impossible for Dorag, the leader of the Self-Defense Force, to say that he is not jealous.

He didn't expect that Darren, the bastard, kept silent and actuallyRaised such a powerful fleet!

From the power of the air raid on the Holy Land of Mary Joa, it can be seen that the North Sea Fleet under Darren's command... already has the strength to compete head-on with the World Government!

Thinking of this, Dragon looked at the desolate headquarters of the Self-Defense Forces again. There were only a few scattered pitiful buildings, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Bear, Ivan, please use your devil fruit ability again to help me heal quickly again."

Darren ignored Dragon's inner thoughts. After feeling that his physical strength had recovered a little, he turned to look at Bear and Ivankov.

"Hey, hey, hey! Even if you need treatment, I'll go first! I'm also seriously injured, okay!"

Darren took a step forward indignantly.

Darren glanced at him:

"I will unconditionally provide 3 billion Baileys of funds as an investment in the infrastructure of the Self-Defense Forces headquarters."

Darren was stunned.

Then,

"Xiong, Ivan! What are you still standing there for!? Why don't you treat Mr. Darren quickly!?"

He glared at the two of them angrily.

Xiong: "..."

Ivankov: "..."

Darren continued:

"In addition, the North Sea Fleet will provide all-round technical guidance for the military organization, establishment and personnel training of the Self-Valiant Army."

Dorager was stunned again.

He suddenly roared with red eyes and urged frantically.

"Damn it! Use your abilities!"

"Bear, slap all the fatigue and pain out of Mr. Darren... Come on, slap it on me! I can do it! Let me bear all of Mr. Darren's pain!"

"And you, Ivan! One finger of the syringe is not enough, five, no, ten fingers all at once! Mr. Darren is an "indestructible body", he can bear it! What? You can't bear it? I don't care about that!"

Darren: "..."

Bear: "..."

Ivankov: "..."

One minute later.

The figure of the vice admiral has disappeared.

The mottled blood splattered all over the ground, as if something terrible had just happened here.

Bear and Ivankov both looked listless, pale and weak at this time.

They walked cautiously to the bloody figure, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they asked in a low voice:

"That... Chief, are you okay?"

Drag stood motionless in the bloody snow, his hands on his chest, blood dripping from his body.

"Has it arrived?"

He asked with trembling lips.