Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"Justice according to one's will..."

Seeing their young master standing there laughing almost maniacally, his whole body trembling with laughter, Torebol and the other cadres turned pale and murmured stiffly.

They carefully considered the arrogance, arrogance and overwhelming domineering contained in this sentence, and their hearts were filled with rage and silence.

Doflamingo raised his hand to cover his face, and the corners of his mouth raised a ferocious arc at the edge of his palm.

“Bah, bah, bah, bah…it turns out you and I are the same kind of person!!”

After a while,

He slowly suppressed the smile on his face, and his fingers bent into claws moved subconsciously. There was a cold and uncertain light in his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"You are really a complete lunatic, my godfather..."

"In that case, I will ask for your guidance in the future."

He murmured softly.

He smoothed up his slightly messy short blond hair with both hands, loosened his burgundy shirt, and took steps in the quiet and cold resident hall, walking towards the corridor step by step.

"No one of you can leak anything about that guy's 'justice', you hear me?"

The light and shadow of the spotlights in the corridor intertwined on Doflamingo's body, his pink feather coat fluttered as he moved forward, and his cold and domineering voice continued to echo in the resident hall.

Torrebol and others knelt down on one knee at the same time, bowed their proud heads, and said respectfully:

"Yes, young master."

Doflamingo walked through the corridor expressionlessly, his pointed shoes stepping on the hard marble slab, creating a crisp echo.

As the door of the banquet hall got closer and closer, the voices of guests from all major powers in Beihai became clearer and louder.

Doflamingo stood in the darkness, shadows covering his young face.

boom!

He threw open the door.

The light and noise in the banquet hall were deafening, instantly drowning his figure.

With a false smile on his face, he walked up to meet the warm eyes of the guests.

He walked into the light.

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The birthday party of Donquixote Doflamingo, the King of the North Sea Underworld, ended in the carnival of the guests.

One month later.

North Sea.

A deserted island.

"10 Million Volt Thunderbird!!"

A huge thunderbird several meters high suddenly roared in the dense jungle.

The blue wings made purely of scalding thunder continued to destroy everything in the flight path. Towering trees collapsed one after another, setting off huge waves of dust.

The high temperature of the thunder instantly ignited the jungle and vegetation, red flames spread on the ground, and thick black smoke rose.

In the violent explosion, a tall figure suddenly shot out of the fire, and the military boots rubbed against the ground to create a long groove.

The upper body of Darren, who was naked, was surrounded by wisps of black smoke, and several parts of his skin had traces of lightning burns.

But his eyes were full of fanaticism, bursting with blazing light. He bit an almost-burned cigar in his mouth and laughed:

"Is this your level, Flying Squirrel!?"

“Can you do it or not?!”

A thundering voice suddenly came from the distant direction:

"Darren, you bastard! Don't underestimate me!!"

The moment the words fell,

From the center of the rising black smoke and fire, a faint flash of lightning suddenly flew out and sank into the sky at an alarming speed.

Darren's eyes suddenly froze.

This feeling……

He could clearly feel that the magnetic field within a hundred meters of him as the center suddenly fell into chaos and became rioting!

Could this move be...

Darren seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly raised his head with bright eyes.

The sky was pitch black, and boundless thunderclouds had gathered at some point.

The dark sea of ​​clouds is like a huge black whirlpool, constantly flowing and rolling, brewing terrifying power.

"30 million volts...the sanction of thunder!!"

The next moment, a blue thunderbolt fell from the sky like a beam of light, and hit Darren's position heavily! !

boom! !

The earth within a radius of ten meters instantly shattered, lifted up, and evaporated. The biting wind carried the hot air waves and swept everything like purgatory.

The dazzling lightning occupied all the field of vision at this moment, and the roaring storm spread out, causing countless trees in the jungle to bow their heads, and some that were close were even uprooted.

Boiling plasma poured out from where the thunder struck.

Under the impact of the lightning beam, the figure of the Navy Commodore stood arrogantly on the spot, arms spread wantonly.

A huge smile on his face.

The whole person seems to be bathed in the magnificent Milky Way!

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After half a minute, the desert island gradually returned to calm.

The land is devastated, the forest shows large areas of "bald spots", and embers are burning in many places, with billowing black smoke rising.

Its most central place,

A shocking black pit lay there.

All surrounding obstacles were turned into fly ash by the thunder. Some of the gravel on the ground even formed crystals under the extremely high voltage and high temperature, emitting a red-black luster.

Wisps of weak electric arcs occasionally jumped and flowed across the surface of the earth.

The flying squirrel, with a bruised nose and swollen face, staggered out of the forest. Looking at the exaggerated scene in front of him, his heart tightened and he subconsciously quickened his pace.

"Darren..."

He quickly ran to the center of the giant pit and saw the charred Commodore standing there motionless, like a blackened statue, and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

Could it be...

"Hey Darren!! Are you okay!?"

The flying squirrel's eyelids twitched wildly.

The power of the Thunder Fruit far exceeded his expectations. Shouldn't he kill Darren?

"Cough cough cough!!"

But at this moment, the figure in front of him suddenly coughed violently, coughing out black smoke from his nostrils, and spitting out the remains of a burned cigar:

"...I almost lost it."

Flying Squirrel: "..."

Darren shook the ashes on his head, took out a pack of cigarettes like a normal person, and sighed with emotion:

"I really have you, Flying Squirrel. It seems that I made the right choice to give you the Thunder Fruit. You have mastered this technique so quickly."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, picked up a hot crystal from the ground and lit it.

Hearing Darren's words, the flying squirrel couldn't help but puff up his chest.

Darren was a "monster" praised by Zefa, Garp and Warring States. To be recognized by him, Flying Squirrel couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of pride in his heart.

"I can see that you are a good match for the Thunder Fruit."

Darren patted the flying squirrel on the shoulder and said with approval:

"...I almost had to use my armed Haki defense."

The proud smile on the flying squirrel's face suddenly solidified.

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