Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"Although we don't know the reason, after simple suturing and bandaging, Brigadier General Darren's physical condition is already in the process of recovery..."

In the cabin of the warship, the doctor reported to Garp with a puzzled expression.

While speaking, he also secretly glanced at the Commodore who was lying on the bed with a hanging bottle and fell into a coma again, looking very curious.

"Brigadier General Darren's physical strength is something I have never seen before when I practiced medicine for so many years... His internal organ activity, muscle strength, and recovery ability are far beyond the standards of normal humans."

"However, Lieutenant General Karp, I suggest that after returning to the headquarters, the military hospital of the headquarters should give Brigadier General Darren a thorough full-body examination as soon as possible... After all, such an injury is indeed quite fatal."

When they said the last sentence, both the doctor and Garp couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths at the same time.

A mere fatal injury...

"Well, please, doctor."

Garp nodded, then paused, scratched his head again, and added a little embarrassedly:

"Um...you know...I was just too anxious just now, and I wouldn't really beat you."

The doctor smiled and waved his hand, turned around and left the cabin.

Garp slowly exhaled a breath, crossed his arms and looked at the men on the boat.

"Old man, the route has been determined. It will take about three days to return to the headquarters of Marineland."

Dorag pushed open the cabin door and walked in.

He was not wearing a military uniform, but simply wore a large cloak of justice. The scar on his upper body that Roger had slashed had been bandaged, with mottled blood seeping out.

Karp said "hmm" and didn't speak. He just looked at Darren calmly.

"What's wrong, old man?"

Dorag walked over, stood side by side with Garp, frowned and said:

"Didn't the doctor say Darren's injury has stabilized?"

"I'm thinking about something." Garp looked at Darren seriously and said softly.

"What's up?"

"Why is my son not as good as Darren?"

Dorag: "..."

He resisted the urge to curse, forced out a smile and said:

"Darren is really good."

He took a deep breath, and a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Back when I hadn't mastered Haki, I wasn't sure if I would dare to face Roger's sword."

Dorag looked at Darren;

"It's really amazing..."

"Beihai...is there really a monster?"

Karp smiled and said:

"That boy Sakaski is indeed good. The chaotic waters of the North Sea will indeed breed a large number of ruthless guys. Otherwise, why do you think the Warring States Period put Kake and Gion in the North Sea?"

"At least after coming back this time, they have lost a lot of their childishness."

"But luckily, Darren didn't retreat at that time."

Overlord color and domineering...

Garp narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his old man examining a young navy so seriously, Dorag couldn't help but said:

"Actually, I'm not bad either, old man..."

As if he remembered something, he made a starting gesture like offering a treasure.

The index finger and middle finger are together, the ring finger and little finger are together, and the five fingers are slightly bent at the same time, like a three-finger "dragon claw".

"This is my latest developed combat skill, a killing move that tears everything apart like a dragon's claws and has powerful penetrating power!"

The dark armed domineering force quickly wrapped around it, as if giving the dragon's claws indestructible nails, and clawed hard in the void!

Bang!

The air erupted with a sharp crack.

Garp narrowed his eyes, with some approval and approval in his heart, but said calmly:

"Well, it's okay, just a little fancy."

"You brat, you have to understand that as long as your fist is strong enough, nothing in this world can stop you."

As he spoke, he gestured with his fist.

Dorag immediately blushed and argued:

"This move was inspired by Darren!"

There are countless strong men who fight with fists in this sea. The only person who may win the title of "Iron Fist" is Garp.

"Oh?" Garp raised his eyebrows, and then laughed in realization.

"It turned out to be Darren's inspiration. No wonder, I can tell at a glance that this move is unusual... If combined with the second burst of armed domineering, it can cause great destructive power in an instant."

Dorag was stunned.

Is this unusual again?

Didn't you, you bad old man, just say "fancy"! ?

He covered his heart, turned around with resentment on his face, and walked out of the cabin without saying a word.

Garp looked at Dolag's resentful back, shrugged, sat on the chair, leaned back on the back of the chair, and crossed his legs comfortably.

He yawned widely and closed his eyes.

"Dragon Claw Fist... you are truly worthy of being my son."

A proud smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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at the same time.

The great waterway, a certain sea area.

The sea was calm and seabirds were flying in the sky.

"Damn Cap!! Damn boy Darren!!"

On the rickety Oral Jackson, Roger was as angry as a child. He sat down on the ground, picked up a bottle of liquor in his hand and drank it hard.

Reilly, who was leaning on the mast, looked at his captain helplessly and pinched his temples.

"How is the damage to the hull?"

He looked at little Moon Isaac, a guy with a conspicuous big hook nose - the scientist on their ship.

Isaac shook his head and said:

"The hull was damaged by more than 30%. Although it can still maintain normal navigation, the best thing is to find a place to repair it. In addition, the fuel of the air cannon has been used up and needs to be replenished as soon as possible."

After hearing Isaac's report, Rayleigh's face became serious.

"The King of the North Sea..."

This time, since the Battle of the Valley of Gods, the Roger Pirates have been in the most passive and disgraced situation.

The most important reason is the navy named Rogers Darren.

"The methods are ruthless and shameless... This kind of all-out fighting method is simply not like what a navy would do."

Jabba on the side lowered his head to wipe his axes and said something abruptly.

As the one who blocked Darren's electromagnetic gun at the critical moment, he is naturally qualified to comment.

The target of that electromagnetic gun was not the Roger Regiment on the deck, but the hull of the Oral Jackson.

Putting aside the insidiousness, cunning, and shamelessness, the navy's judgment and ability to act were outrageously accurate and decisive.

"I took a look and heard that that guy is in Beihai. He is a scum and scum that everyone knows about. He has long been notorious."

Rayleigh smiled bitterly,

"A powerful hero and an insidious scum, when an invincible fist has a sharp brain...this combination is really incomprehensible."

He and Jabba looked at each other, both seeing the caution in the other's eyes.

"Hey, hey, Rayleigh, Jabba...when will we arrive on land!?"

At this time, Roger, who was red in the face and smelled of alcohol, staggered over with a wine bottle in hand, smiled and hugged Rayleigh and Jabba's necks, and said with a smile.

Rayleigh and Jabba both covered their foreheads at the same time.

"What's wrong?"

Rayleigh said helplessly.

Roger burped, then seemed to think of something, gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm going to buy a new belt buckle...well, it needs to be plastic!"

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