Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"War, never stop?"

Putting down the Den Den Mushi in his hand, Morgans sat at his desk absentmindedly, muttering to himself.

After a long silence, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha! Rogers Darren... you are really a complete lunatic!"

Morgans covered his stomach and laughed, his face flushed, and even tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

Live broadcast to the world, using the "long-range and large-scale strike capability" of the North Sea Fleet to deter major member states in the world, in order to force the world government to make concessions... Darren successfully stabilized the situation in the North Sea and separated the North Sea from the political system of the member states. It was an unprecedented and amazing feat.

Even a big man like Morgans who has seen countless ups and downs in the sea and the ups and downs of history, also expressed deep admiration for Darren's courage and means.

If it were an ordinary person, after finally obtaining such "peace", I am afraid he would only carefully maintain and cherish it.

Even if the World Government takes some measures, it will remain restrained to maintain the hard-won stability.

But he said "the war has never stopped"!

In addition to "crazy", Morgans can't find any other words to describe it.

...

Grand Line, a deserted island.

The authoritarian flag of the World Government in the shape of a cross is proudly flying on the mast, and the official ship of the World Government, which is all white and luxurious, is quietly docked on the shore of the island.

"No!!"

The shrill voice broke the calm sea, revealing indescribable grief.

Bang!

The bullet penetrated the head of the Self-Defense Army soldier, and a blood flower exploded behind his head.

The body of the Self-Defense Army soldier shook for a while, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and a large piece of bright red continued to seep and spread behind his head.

The other Self-Defense Army soldiers looked livid, turned their heads away, gritted their teeth, and couldn't bear to look.

Their hands and feet were heavily shackled, and they were pointed at by hundreds of World Government CP agents around them.

The waves washed the ground, but they could not wash away the blood on the beach and the suffocating coldness in the air.

Everyone stood.

Except for one man.

The man was wearing a well-cut modified suit with a light color tone, matched with his short silver hair, his temperament looked noble and elegant.

The thick stand-up collar was erected, covering his perfectly trimmed stubble. The upper body was a dark hooded coat that reached his ankles. The upper arm was decorated with light-colored medals, and a silver Western sword was hung around his waist.

He sat on a reef on the shore with his legs crossed, playing with a revolver inlaid with rubies in his hand.

The short silver hair like a crescent moon was like a silver crown under the sun, dazzling.

Even if he was just sitting there, this man gave people a sense of unattainable distance.

"Still not willing to agree?"

The silver-haired man looked at the group of self-defense army members in front of him helplessly, shrugged and sighed:

"... I just want a location."

"Want us to betray the organization and tell you the location of the organization's headquarters? It's just wishful thinking!"

A self-defense army soldier with scars all over his body sneered:

"You so-called nobles who think you are noble, do you really think you can rule the world forever?"

"The flame of revolution will never go out, and Chief Dorag will lead us..."

Bang!

The head of the self-defense army soldier was thrown back heavily, and the vitality in his pupils quickly dissipated.

The revolver emitted wisps of white smoke in the air, and the ruby ​​inlaid on it surged with a blood-like enchanting luster.

Another warm body fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm not asking you."

The silver-haired man blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and his indifferent and arrogant eyes did not even look at the corpse. Instead, he moved slowly and finally fell on a figure.

"Miss Ginny, the commander of the East District, it's our first meeting. I'm glad to meet you."

He bowed slightly gracefully and appropriately.

"I'm really sorry to ask you out in such a rude way, beautiful lady."

He was right.

Ginny, the commander of the East District of the Self-Yong Army, is indeed very beautiful.

She has short pink hair, windproof goggles on her forehead, and headphones for monitoring on her ears.

She has a good figure, a neat white short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body, brown camouflage trousers on the lower body, and a pair of black military boots, which makes her look heroic.

Even though she still has injuries on her body at this moment, blood stains her white short-sleeved shirt red, and her face is covered with stains, it does not hide her charm at all.

"So, the encrypted intelligence I intercepted before... were all fake?"

Golden, with his hands handcuffed behind his backGinny looked at the noble man in front of her, pursed her cracked lips, and asked expressionlessly:

"Did you deliberately release the false information?"

"No, no, no, the information is true."

The silver-haired man shook his head and said lightly:

"The government is indeed secretly preparing to infiltrate the countries in the North Sea, and even the secret routes for the transportation of arms to those countries that you intercepted are real."

"Your troops of the Self-Yong Army will successfully seize those batches of arms, and the overall military strength will be increased by at least 20% from now on."

Ginny's pupils shrank.

She finally understood.

It turned out that all this was a trap set against her!

The man played with his revolver and smiled:

"Only if the intelligence is true can you, the commander of the East District and the chief of intelligence, take huge risks and unknowingly go deep into our government's encirclement in order to gain more intelligence."

"Of course, I also know that this intelligence is far from enough for you to join the game."

"So I took the initiative and threw out a temptation that you can't refuse."

Ginny's breathing suddenly stagnated, staring at him, gritting her teeth and saying:

"Do you really know the secret of the Bakani tribe!?"

The silver-haired man slowly stood up from the reef and walked towards Ginny with a smile.

He walked up to Ginny, gently lifted her bloodstained chin with the cold muzzle of his gun, and smiled:

"Yes, I know all the secrets you want to know."

"The past, history, legends, and everything they have of the Bakani tribe..."

"To be more precise, I know the life story of Bartholomew Bear."

"Aren't you always looking for these secrets and truths for him?"

"In fact, there is no need to bother, I can tell you directly."

Ginny was stunned, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"No, this is impossible... You can't know so much! Even if you are a Celestial Dragon..."

"Who told you I am a Celestial Dragon?"

The silver-haired man smiled, and suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger at a self-defense soldier next to Ginny.

Bang!

The bullet brought up a large blood mist, and Ginny was stunned there.

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Miss Ginny."

The man with blood on his face smiled very softly, and bowed benevolently like a god.

"I am Saint Jergolucia Michael, the current leader of the Knights of God."

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