Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

North Sea, Badia Island.

The warship slowly sailed into the port.

The anchor was lowered, and the naval members of North Sea Branch 321 headed by Darren slowly walked down from the border board.

As soon as he set foot on the land of Badia Island, Darren had a look of surprise on his face.

"It seems different from the Badia Island I remember..."

Badia Island is one of the transportation hubs of several well-known routes in the North Sea. Although its trade throughput is far less than that of some of the commercially prosperous islands in the Great Channel, it is still among the best in the North Sea.

Many merchant ships and trading caravans will pass through Badia Island for supplies, which will support the economic development of the island.

However, where wealth flows, there will naturally be dirty deeds. This is common sense in the world.

Precisely because of the wealth, prosperity and convenient transportation of Badia Island, this place has naturally become a place for fishing for oil and water and hiding evil and evil.

Mafia, underground forces, illegal transactions, and even pirate robberies have become the norm here.

In order to balance the balance of power on Badia Island, Darren had spent a lot of effort and energy before.

Even so, the Badia Island in Darren's impression is still a prosperous and chaotic place.

But the scene he saw before him was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The once crowded and oil-stained island port has been given a new look, decorated with colorful flowers.

The street looks exceptionally neat and tidy, with no garbage piled up at all. The street stalls and shops that were originally scattered everywhere on both sides of the street are now even more neat and orderly.

The old buildings have been painted with new paint, and the houses are painted with white walls and blue roofs, which look quite impressive.

In front of the gate entering the town, a brand new arch was temporarily built, which was 10 meters high, with the colorful words "Welcome to Lord Hildes Saint" hanging on it.

"Because the Tianlong people were shipwrecked and drifted to Badia Island, the mayor of this island immediately issued a decree to rectify the city appearance, and spent a large amount of tax money to renovate some dilapidated buildings..."

The flying squirrel walked up to Darren and explained in a low voice:

"As for the color of this house...it is said that the city government wanted to imitate the decorative style of the Holy Land Marie Gioia, so that the world's nobles can feel at home here."

Gion and Kaki on the side were shocked when they heard this.

Darren couldn't help but smile.

It seems that no matter where in the world, there is such a thing as "image engineering".

But this is normal.

The Tianlong people are self-proclaimed "gods" in this sea, possessing supreme power.

For a small place like Beihai, there are very few opportunities for the local governor to see the true appearance of the world's nobles on weekdays.

Now it happens that a Celestial Dragon who encountered an "accident" came to the area under his jurisdiction. Of course, the mayor must perform well. Even if he strives for a good impression, maybe the world's nobles will be happy later and let him go with just a casual word. Reach the pinnacle of life.

"interesting."

Darren smiled and nodded, turned to look at Gion and the others, and ordered:

"You should move in with your troops first, and set up a protective circle around Hildes Saint's activity area. Pay attention to checking for suspicious characters to ensure that no emergencies occur."

Although he is not interested in protecting the pig-like Dracos, he would even like to kill one or two if possible.

But since this is an order from the headquarters, Darren will naturally try his best to do it well.

After all, judging from the current situation, this operational mission is likely to determine his political future in the navy.

If something happened to the Tianlong people under their protection, it is estimated that even the Warring States Period would not be able to protect themselves.

Darren didn't want to leave the Navy.

There was no future as a pirate, and he didn't want to be chased by the navy all over the sea.

Darren thinks that he is not a good person, but he still has a bottom line in doing things. He can't do anything like becoming a pirate and robbing civilians.

Not to mention that for a time traveler like him without a golden finger, the Navy, which has a relatively complete training system, is undoubtedly the best choice.

The most important thing is that he has invested too much energy and effort in Beihai and cannot just give up.

"how about you?"

Gion frowned and looked at Darren.

Naturally, she had heard about the bad character of that group of Celestial Dragons, and of course she was not willing to protect them.

"I have to go to our mayor first to hand over the task. After all, it is the city government's militia that is responsible for the security of the Tianlong people."

Darren smiled and said to Gion and Kaji, who was probing his head:

"Now that I'm here, I have to say hello to the local government no matter what."

"You don't have to worry. The specific security work is mainly carried out by Major Flying Squirrel. You just need to assist."

"After all, you two just came to Beihai and are not very familiar with the business here."

After saying that, Darren moved his eyes towards the flying squirrel.

"They'll leave it to you."

The flying squirrel nodded.

Seeing that Darren had given the order directly, Gion couldn't force it, so he stayed where he was silently, watching Darren get on a carriage and drive away towards the city hall.

"Then, let's go this way, Major Gion and Major Kake."

The flying squirrel greeted with a smile, then turned around and led a group of subordinates to set off at the designated destination.

He knew that when Darren went to see the mayor, he was probably going to discuss some matters, and it would be inconvenient to bring Gion and Kake with him.

Gion and Kake looked at each other, hesitated to speak, and finally followed quickly without saying anything.

…

Badia Island.

City Hall.

Darren walked into the mayor's office, led by a sexy secretary in professional attire.

The interior decoration of the office is high-end and magnificent.

The smooth marble floor is covered with animal skin carpets, and oil paintings that are obviously valuable are hung on the walls.

"It's a shame to welcome this distinguished guest. Colonel Darren, please forgive me."

Not long after, a flattering laughter sounded.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit trotting in, sweating profusely. He was so fat that his high-end suit was bulging, making him look like a ball.

"Mayor Hunter is busy with government affairs, so it's only me who has disturbed him."

Darren smiled, took the cigar from Mayor Hunter respectfully, and sat down on the soft leather sofa without ceremony.

"What the hell, Colonel Darren, you also understand... Lord Shields Saint has come to Badia Island, and it's already so busy here."

Hunter took out a silk square towel from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his face with a smile on his face.

Darren nodded and lit his cigar.

"It's understandable. After all, this is a rare event that has been rare in decades."

"I was quite surprised to see the brand-new Badia Island when I came here. I think Hildes Saint will also be satisfied with your arrangements, Mr. Mayor."

Hunter was overjoyed when he heard this.

"That's good, that's good."

He had already prepared a document and handed it to Darren with both hands.

"Colonel Darren, look, this is the situation on Badia Island in the past six months..."

Watching Darren take the file and flip through it casually, Hunter carefully explained:

"Under your shock, the two major mafia families in Badia Island have maintained relative restraint in the past six months and paid the required taxes on time."

Darren glanced at the number at the end of the document and smiled with satisfaction:

"Well, they are quite peaceful."

Hunter nodded and bowed:

"Of course, who in Beihai dares not to give you face?"

he said fearfully, stooping lower.

Others don't know. As the mayor, how could he, Hunter, not know the methods of the man in front of him?

Originally, Badia Island was full of mafia gangs, fighting against each other. There were constant conflicts due to the competition for territory, and bloodshed was the norm.

Until a year ago, Darren, the newly appointed base director of Branch 321, came to Badia Island and used the most powerful and ruthless means to almost uproot the mafia.

To this day, Hunter still clearly remembers that hellish scene.

The streets were filled with rivers of blood and bodies piled up.

The man in front of him stood there covered in blood, and the only two remaining mafia family leaders knelt down in front of him, trembling.

From that day on,

There are no more gang feuds and turf wars on Badia Island.

The two remaining mafia families have divided their fixed territories from each other, and regularly hand over half of their income as "taxes."

Because the underworld fight was eliminated, civilians were able to recuperate, the social environment was stable, and the economy of Badia Island also developed vigorously.

"Well, I still said the same thing, please tell them for me..."

Darren slowly exhaled a puff of smoke,

"As long as they don't take it too far, I'll just turn a blind eye."

"As long as they behave themselves... money will always be earned."

"But I don't want to see any civilians bleed to death within my jurisdiction."

He smiled,

"After all, I am a righteous marine...are you right, Mayor Hunter?"

Hunter nodded apprehensively and said with an apologetic smile:

"That's for sure. Who in the North Sea doesn't know that Colonel Darren is a symbol of justice?"

···

···

···

···