Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Tap tap tap...

A burst of intense footsteps came from far and near the coast.

At this time, the additional warships finally arrived.

Hundreds of naval soldiers rushed over with vigilant looks, holding long guns in their hands, and launched an offensive camp. The guns in their hands were simultaneously pointed at Crocodile's figure.

But when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, each of them was stunned on the spot.

Didn't it mean that the target was extremely powerful, and an elite unit of their navy was wiped out in less than a few minutes?

Why... was he stepped on by Lieutenant General Darren?

This is...too fast.

"Let's go."

Darren stood up slowly, released his foot from Crocodile's chest, and lit a cigar again.

A pleasant smile slowly appeared on his face.

A navy soldier walked over quickly and held a brand new military uniform in his hands with an expression of admiration.

Darren took the military uniform and put it on, putting on a navy cape.

He glanced at the clear blue sky in the distance and said with a smile:

"Today's weather is really nice."

Addition:…

Only you think the weather is very nice.

He drank a few sips of water, and his body returned to its normal state, no longer shriveled up like a living dead, and he got up from the ground.

"Are we leaving like this?"

Jiaji glanced at Crocodile cautiously and asked in a low voice.

Darren shrugged.

"Otherwise? He is now the noble King Shichibukai-sama. Our navy cannot take action against him before depriving him of this title."

Jiaji’s mouth twitched.

"By the way, someone comes and bandages our Shichibukai-sama, otherwise he will bleed to death like this. That would be fun."

Darren gave a casual order and then strode towards the coast.

Watching Darren leading a group of marines away in a domineering manner, Crocodile gritted his teeth, and his bloodshot eyes almost seemed to burst.

After half an hour, he managed to regain some strength and struggled to sit up from the ground.

There was no one around, and all the navy had evacuated.

The severed left hand had stopped bleeding at this time, and the wound was simply bandaged and medicated to avoid infection.

Crocodile stared blankly at his broken wrist, and suddenly roared angrily:

"Damn Navy!!!"

boom!

The mighty yellow sand rose into the sky and turned into the shape of a huge crocodile that covered the sky and sun. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed up the entire town that was in ruins.

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The warship set sail again.

The sea breeze is cool and the sun is bright.

Darren stood alone on the bow of the boat, chewing a cigar in his mouth, crossing his arms and quietly blowing the sea breeze.

Jiaji had long since hid in the cabin and slept. Although adding a lot of water could alleviate Crocodile's tricks, losing a lot of water in a short period of time would still cause considerable harm to the human body. Sufficient rest was needed to fully recover.

The other navy soldiers performed their duties faithfully and wisely stayed away from the bow of the ship, leaving enough personal space for their great Lieutenant General Darren.

"Your Majesty the Seven Martial Arts Sea..."

Darren fell into deep thought, slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke, and murmured softly.

His eyes gradually narrowed into dangerous slits, he took out a phone bug from his arms and dialed a certain signal.

"Buru Buru, Buru Bulu..."

After a few seconds, the phone bug communication was connected.

"Master Godfather."

A sinister, hoarse voice came from the phone bug, it was Doflamingo's voice.

A smile appeared on Darren's lips and he said lightly:

"Dover, how are you doing these days? Are you okay?"

The other side of the phone bug.

North Sea, Roebke Island.

The hall where the Don Quixote family resides.

Doflamingo looked at the phone bug in front of him with a gloomy expression, and said slowly:

"Thank you, Godfather, for your concern. Everything is fine here."

He paused and added:

"I have seen the Godfather's raid on Ten Thousand Nations a few days ago. Congratulations to the Godfather."

Darren's smiling voice came:

"With your wisdom, you should know that this is just a deterrent action and does not deserve such praise at all."

Doflamingo said slowly:

“Still, it’s eye-opening.”

"I wonder if the godfather contacted me this time for something?"

"There is indeed such a thing...Dover, have you heard of the King's Shichibukai Plan?" Darren said.

King Shichibukai?

Doflamingo frowned, shook his head and said:

"I have no idea."

Darren briefly explained a few words, and then said seriously:

"...The government is now determining the candidates for the King's Shichibukai. If you can become one of the Shichibukai, it will be extremely beneficial to your future development."

"You will no longer need to hide in the darkness, but will officially come to the surface, have a legal identity, and become one of the great pirates designated by the government."

"This is a great opportunity, Dover."

Hearing this, Doflamingo's eyes suddenly burst out with blazing light under his sunglasses.

With his intelligence and vision, he instantly judged from Darren's words the great potential and value of the title "The King's Seven Martial Arts"!

"Godfather, what do I need to do?"

Doflamingo suppressed his inner excitement, clenched his hands into fists, and lowered his tone as he asked in a deep voice.

Darren smiled and said:

"I tried to submit your name, but Wulaoxing refused."

Doflamingo's pupils narrowed upon hearing this.

Five old stars! ?

Darren, with his current power and status in the navy, is he qualified to talk directly to those five immortals?

For a moment, Doflamingo was filled with doubts.

But soon, he remembered his past with Wulaoxing again.

The hateful and arrogant faces of the five old men appeared in his mind. Doflamingo's eyes were filled with hatred. He clenched his fists tighter, his finger bones turned blue, and his nails dug deep into his skin, even scratching the flesh and oozing out. Blood.

"The reason for their refusal is that you are just a small pirate in the North Sea, and neither your strength nor your reputation is enough to bear the title of the King's Shichibukai." Darren said with a sly smile.

It’s this contemptuous attitude and tone again! !

Doflamingo gritted his teeth and roared:

"Then Godfather, what should I do to take off the title of King Shichibukai?"

Over at the phone bug, the smile on Darren's face deepened.

Yes, this hatred and anger.

"Dover, you should know very well that the reason why Wulaoxing refused is not as simple as strength and reputation."

Doflamingo was stunned and gritted his teeth in silence.

He knew what Darren meant.

Now that he has been expelled from the ranks of the Celestial Dragons, it is absolutely impossible for the Five Old Stars to give him the title of King Shichibukai.

They see themselves as betrayers.

This also means... they despise themselves, even more than they despise ordinary people!

"But Dover, that doesn't mean we don't have any room to operate here."

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I have a fever and am forced to write code.

Also, I have to do something big today, and I have to be late for another chapter.

I proposed.