Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

"What happened to Darren in the end is not important to me... It will not have any impact on the current situation."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhan Guo said slowly.

"The Lone Red" Barrorick Redfield is a master of swordsmanship and observation Haki, especially his observation Haki, which can predict the future and see through people's hearts to a certain extent.

The combination of the two abilities means the combat advantage of anticipating the enemy's moves, and easily predicting every attack and intention of the opponent.

And this allows Redfield to face any opponent calmly, even if the opponent's hard power is higher than his own.

It's a pity that Redfield's ability to see through people's hearts cannot be acquired through acquired training, but is innate.

As for the "predicting the future" ability of observation Haki, even if Darren can really grasp that slim possibility and successfully master it, the situation in this sea will not change at all.

The 800-year foundation of the World Government cannot be confronted by a mere "predicting the future" observation Haki.

Hearing Zhan Guo's words, Borsalino's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

The two were silent for a while, and Zhan Guo looked at Borsalino again and said:

"Borsalino, this matter must be kept absolutely confidential, and no one can disclose it!"

He looked extremely cautious.

"Don't worry, General Zhan Guo."

Borsalino smiled.

"Of course I know the importance of it... By the way, I suddenly remembered that the Navy Science and Technology Corps is still short of funds to purchase the latest research equipment."

Zhan Guo: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he said in a hard tone:

"What if I don't approve it?"

Borsalino shrugged and sighed:

"If General Zhan Guo doesn't approve it, I understand it very much. After all, in this era, the mobilization of military funds is always very tight."

"If it doesn't work, I'll apply to the World Government."

"But at that time, the government may send auditors to the headquarters for review... General Zhan Guo, you don't want the government auditors to find that our headquarters suddenly has a large amount of military funds."

Zhan Guo: "..."

This is a threat...

This is definitely a threat!

"Borsalino... Are you threatening me?"

Zhan Guo gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

Borsalino was stunned and raised his hands in fear:

"How could it be, General Zhan Guo... I'm just thinking about you. After all, this involves your entire political career!"

Zhan Guo: "..."

He glanced at Borsalino and suddenly a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"You are worthy of being my adjutant!"

"Submit an application to the administrative department and I will approve it immediately... Isn't it just a sum of money? Why do you need to report it to the government so troublesome!"

Zhan Guo patted his chest and smiled.

"Then thank General Zhan Guo for your support for scientific research."

Borusalino smiled with satisfaction, then walked away slowly, opened a beach chair on the deck in the distance, and lay down comfortably.

Zhan Guo: "..."

He maintained a stiff smile on his face, took a few deep breaths in succession, then turned around and walked towards the cabin.

After he walked into the cabin and closed the door tightly.

Zhan Guo stood in the dim cabin without saying a word, and was silent for a long time.

Then,

The furious voice of the admiral sounded in the cabin.

"What a sin!!"

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Deep Sea Prison, Impel Down City "Impelton".

First floor platform on the sea.

"Come, give me a hand!"

"So many goods! What are these!"

"Oh my God... All high-end cigarettes and alcohol, frozen fresh meat, ham and bacon!"

"I knew that the headquarters would definitely not give up our Impel Down City!"

"How is this possible? Don't forget how we have lived these years!"

"Why do you need to deliver so many supplies to us... What are those, watermelons and bananas, what do I see! Fresh fruit!"

"..."

The jailers stared in amazement at the goods that were constantly being moved down from the material transport ship in front of them, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Some were excited, some were shocked, some were skeptical, and some couldn't help crying with joy.

Although they were employed in the city of Pushing Forward, they had an income that most civilians envied and a living allowance in a harsh environment, they were isolated from the world and had no channels to buy these high-end consumer goods..

In order to ensure security, the supply of materials inside the city has always been under tight control.

Because every time the supply of materials is delivered, it must rely on a dedicated transport ship to be transported from the outside to the city.

The transport ship itself has a limited cargo capacity, so in addition to necessities, it does not transport "pleasure" materials such as cigarettes, cigars, liquor and fresh fruits.

So seeing the boxes of cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea, coffee and fruit unloaded in front of them, everyone was stunned and felt that they were dreaming.

"Don't be stunned, send all these goods to the fifth floor!"

At this time, Director Boggs, holding a steel fork, walked over with his hands on his waist and shouted loudly.

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The sixth underground floor, infinite hell.

The empty prison passage is still filled with a strong stench and blood.

The oil lamps on the wall are beating tenaciously, swaying with bright or dark light.

On the ground of the passage, more than a dozen criminals were lying on the ground in a mess, with bruised faces and grimacing in pain, and uttering miserable wails.

In the middle of them, Darren stood there panting, his upper body naked, revealing crisscrossing scars.

His body was covered with blood, which flowed down his arms and then dripped onto the ground along the seastone shackles on his hands.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and the hot air from his mouth and nose formed mist in the air.

In the cells on both sides of the prison passage, pairs of dark green eyes loomed in the darkness, like a group of beasts ready to move, staring at Darren.

"Your improvement has become more and more obvious."

At this time, a smiling voice came from the darkness.

The light flowed, and Redfield's figure emerged in the shadows.

He was still calm and composed in his prison uniform, sitting on the ground gracefully.

"These little devils in your Navy Headquarters who are called "monsters" are really more surprising than each other."

"You guys?"

Darren's breathing suddenly stopped.

He frowned, raised his hand to take off the black cloth covering his eyes, and squinted at Redfield.

"You mean... before me, there were other people who came to you?"

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I'm grateful for everything.