Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Branch 321, Military Hospital. (っ◔◡◔)っ

The doctor wearing glasses is an uncle about fifty years old, with a gentle temperament, and he is carefully examining the wounds on Darren's body.

The criss-crossing wounds have grown new pink skin, which is a little itchy, but there is no pain at all.

"Well, the wound is healing well. Basically there is no big problem. Your body is like a monster."

Despite having witnessed Darren's horrific recovery over the years, the doctors were still shocked.

"Excuse me, Dr. Wells."

Darren smiled and said:

"I'm just used to getting hurt. Habit is a terrible ability."

"I see," Dr. Wells put away the medical equipment. "Would it be foolish of me to suggest that you avoid fighting in the future?"

Darren shrugged:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but there are some things that I can't decide. Disasters always follow."

"Of course, as a navy, getting injured is as common as eating and sleeping."

"Yeah?"

Dr. Wells shook his head and did not continue the argument.

"But Darren, I still recommend that you don't engage in strenuous exercise in the short term. Well, I mean fighting with pirates or life-threatening training like you did before."

"I'll try my best." Darren smiled.

Dr. Wells asked casually while washing his hands:

"I heard that you are going to Marineland?"

"Well, let's go get some training. I've spent enough time in Beihai over the past few years."

Darren put on his shirt and buttoned it up.

He picked up the cloak on the side and bowed slightly towards the back of the middle-aged doctor.

"Thank you for taking care of me these years."

Wells paused while washing his hands, and the sound of water rushing was particularly clear in the quiet ward.

"Go ahead, Darren boy."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile,

"After so many years of practice and countless scars on my body, I have to save you more than a hundred times...isn't it just for today?"

"Let the guys from the Grand Waterway see the courage of our Beihai men."

Darren put on his cloak, turned around and walked out of the ward, waving and smiling:

"Of course!"

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Early morning after rain.

The sun was shining brightly, and the flowing clouds in the sky were fluffy. Bundles of golden warm sunshine penetrated from the sea of ​​clouds, scattering large spots of light, showing a perfect Tyndall effect.

"How long until the headquarters' warship arrives?"

Darren, wearing a broad and righteous cloak, walked to the military port of the 321 branch, blew in the cool sea breeze, and stretched out in a comfortable mood.

"It's probably coming soon."

The flying squirrel glanced at Darren and asked:

"Has Dr. Wells looked at your condition?"

Darren grinned and said, "I've seen it. He asked me to avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible."

"That's really a good suggestion." Flying Squirrel raised his eyebrows.

The advice is good advice, but not very practical.

After all, Darren is not a quiet guy.

Thoughts flashed through the flying squirrel's mind, but his eyes were looking at the sea in the distance.

The sea in the early morning sparkles in the morning light, rippling with brilliant brilliance.

The endless sea surface seems to be able to accommodate all ambitions and dreams, and the flying squirrel can't help but reveal a trace of longing in the depths of its eyes.

"Just wait. No matter what, I will help you get a place in the next session."

Darren noticed his strangeness, smiled and patted his shoulder.

The flying squirrel looked away, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and shook his head:

"Beihai needs a trustworthy person."

Darren glanced at him, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Flying Squirrel...the North Sea is important, but your growth is even more important."

"Power, status, fame, wealth...these things are secondary. In this sea, the most important thing in the final analysis is strength."

"There are many people who can't see this clearly throughout their lives. I believe you are not such a person."

Listening to Darren's solemn words, Flying Squirrel felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

He clenched his fists and nodded.

The expression on Darren's face relaxed again and he smiled:

"I wonder who will lead the team this time?"

According to past practice, on the eve of the opening of the training camp, Malinfando will send a general from the headquarters to various sea areas to receive and escort the new students in the training camp to avoid any accidents on their way to the headquarters.

The flying squirrel smiled and said:

"I know you were expecting Major General Sakaski."

Darren moved his wrists and neck and said enthusiastically:

"I've never been able to beat him. I couldn't beat him before when I was in Beihai, and I couldn't beat him even more after he graduated from the training camp."

"So you're so stupid that you want to be beaten?" A cold voice interrupted.

Gion walked quickly from a distance, followed by Kaji who was sleepy and yawning.

Darren smiled nonchalantly and said:

"Being beaten is also a kind of talent. Besides, after lying in the hospital for a few days, I felt like my body was getting rusty."

Gion wanted to say something else, but the flying squirrel next to him suddenly spoke:

"arrive."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked up.

On the sea in the distance, a majestic warship gradually emerged on the golden sea level.

The wind suddenly picked up.

Roaring huge waves continued to rise on the port, and a violent wind visible to the naked eye rolled up on the land of the military port, making the flags make a crisp crackling sound.

"what happened!?"

"Is a storm coming?"

"Why did the climate suddenly change!?"

"..."

The marines patrolling the military port looked at the strong wind blowing from the ground with greatly changed expressions, their figures torn apart until they could stand unsteadily.

The flying squirrel and others also looked at this scene in confusion, and subconsciously raised their hands to block the roaring wind.

Darren narrowed his eyes.

The hand that had been wearing black leather gloves suddenly came out of the dark green storm and grabbed Darren's face.

Darren, who had already developed his magnetic field perception, raised an interesting smile on his lips and took a side step to avoid the big hand.

There was a ferocious light in his eyes, and he leaned forward boldly, hitting out his elbow like thunder, almost breaking the hand.

call--! !

Darren's elbow fell into the air, and the arm actually disappeared before his eyes.

Behind you! !

Without any hesitation, Darren knelt down, twisted his waist, and punched out with his backhand without looking.

boom! !

The two fists collided heavily in mid-air, making a dull sound.

The surging air waves spread out immediately, causing the white cloaks behind the two people to dance wildly towards each other.

"I heard that there was a 'monster' in the North Sea that could rival Sakaski, and even killed the legendary pirate Bundy Waldo. Now it seems that the rumors are true."

Hearty laughter sounded, a domineering face emerged from the storm, and a figure emerged.

The long black hair is flying wildly, there are no eyebrows, and the face is cold and profound.

"This is our first meeting, Brigadier General Darren. Please forgive me for my recklessness."

The man put away his fists, and the boldness in his smile made people feel good about him.

"Your name is so famous that I can't help but want to compete with you."

"I am the one who came to escort this time, Rear Admiral of the Navy Headquarters..."

He raised his hand in a military salute.

"—Monkey D. Dorag."

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