Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The two looked at each other from a distance in the corridor of the hospital.

Snowflakes fluttered outside the window.

But the flying squirrel felt that it was colder inside than outside.

Chilled to the bone.

Darren's smile became more intense, unruly, and even crazy.

"You said that this kind of thing has never happened before..."

"Yes, it has never happened before."

"But 'never happened before' does not mean that it is impossible, and it does not mean that it is wrong."

His tone suddenly became meaningful.

"One and zero represent very different meanings."

As soon as these words came out, the flying squirrel seemed to be struck by thunder, and his hands trembled slightly.

He only felt an unprecedented fear, which gripped him tightly, making him unable to breathe and almost suffocated.

But the next second, he suddenly clenched his fists, raised his head with a resolute look, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll go with you."

Darren smiled with satisfaction, as if he had finally waited for the answer he wanted.

But he directly refused:

"No need, it's more convenient for me to act alone."

"And even if something really happened to me, I would be relieved to leave the North Sea Navy Fleet to you."

"You stay here and keep an eye on those two guys."

"I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Darren turned around and left without hesitation.

Until Darren's back disappeared at the end of the hospital corridor, the flying squirrel, who stood still like a statue, slowly exhaled.

He actually found that a layer of cold sweat had seeped out of his back at some point.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly saluted solemnly in the direction of the end of the corridor.

Even if there was no one there.

Suddenly,

The flying squirrel looked out the window unconsciously.

The snow was flying all over the sky, and the gloom covered the whole world.

The clouds in the distance were extremely dark, with lightning and thunder, as if a terrible storm was brewing.

"The weather is going to change..."

The flying squirrel murmured, and then turned around, and his eyes quickly regained their former firmness.

"You are worthy of it, Colonel Darren."

He murmured, his voice trembling, but a sincere smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"As your adjutant... I am deeply honored."

He clenched his fists.

Darren was right.

It would be useless for me to go.

With my own strength, I can't help Darren at all.

But if I stay, maybe I can do something.

One minute later.

Darren, who left the hospital, came to the north of Batia Island alone.

This is a rolling mountain range. Because of the heavy snow, the lush forests in the mountains have turned into a white world.

After making sure that no one has discovered his whereabouts, Darren took out a crumpled white paper from his arms.

The white paper is only half, and there are obvious signs of tearing.

Life card.

This is his life card.

Putting the life card flat on his palm, he can clearly see that the life card is moving slowly in a certain direction as if driven by an invisible force.

After determining the specific direction, Darren put away the life card.

Although the action at this time is indeed risky, Darren is not a reckless person.

He was able to climb up from the lowest private step by step to the current high position and power, relying not only on force.

Caution, vision, means, analytical ability... He thinks that these are not inferior to anyone.

As early as when he handed over the task, he had confirmed that the CP members who came to escort Sildes Saint this time all belonged to the CP1 sequence.

That was a group of intelligence personnel who were not even as good as the CP9 guarding the Judicial Island.

This also meant that the guards escorting Sildes Saint... did not master the domineering power.

That was enough.

Thoughts drifted through his mind, and a weak arc suddenly jumped between Darren's fingers.

An invisible force field instantly spread from his body.

The metal wristband on his right hand instantly "melted", squirming like liquid metal, and quickly extended into an extremely thin metal plate.

About one meter long and less than half a meter wide, the front part was triangular in shape, and the whole was full of streamlined beauty.

Like a silver-white skateboard, it floated steadily in the air.

Darren stepped onto the skateboard, bent his knees slightly, and leaned forward with his upper body.

The next second——

Under the force of the turbulent and boiling magnetic field,

the metal skateboard rushed out with the naval captain at an incredibly fast speed,

In the blink of an eye, it broke through the speed of sound, exploding in the void with a series of dull sonic booms.

It soon sank into the dark clouds with lightning and thunder, and disappeared in the distant sky.

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At the same time.

In the offshore waters of Batia Island.

A luxurious ship flying the flag of the World Government slowly sailed on the sea.

"Ah!"

"What a damn weather, it's snowing in the middle of summer, and this is not the New World."

On the deck, Celestial Dragon Shields Saint sneezed, tightened his gorgeous clothes, and couldn't help cursing.

It was snowing heavily in the gray sky, and the snowflakes fluttered down and landed on the deck and mast of the official ship, covering the official ship painted white with a layer of silver frost.

The biting cold sea breeze blew in the face, and the low temperature made the glass cover used by Shields Saint to isolate the air covered with white mist.

"Lord Shields Saint! According to the scheduled voyage, if there are no accidents, the official ship will arrive at the Holy Land in two days."

A CP member in a black suit came over respectfully, knelt on one knee, and presented a soft mink coat with both hands.

"A total of 12 members of the World Government CP1 Department will serve you on this return trip!"

Shields Saint took the mink coat that looked valuable, put it on, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Why is it CP1? What about the members of CP0?"

The Celestial Dragons have their own personal guards, but Shields Saint's guards were almost all killed when they encountered "World Destroyer" Bondi Waldo before.

In the intelligence agency organization under the World Government, CP0, as the highest level of the CIPHER-POL agency, has the right to dispatch all personnel from CP1 to CP9.

Normally, when faced with such threats and dangers, the Holy Land should send at least one CP0 member to be responsible for its own security.

Instead of CP1, which is mainly responsible for intelligence work.

The CP1 leader said in fear:

"Report to Sirdes Saint, CP0 is working with the navy to hunt down the great pirate Bondi Waldo, and many combat forces have been called over."

"The CP department has conducted a safety analysis for this return voyage, and there will be no problems, please rest assured."

Hearing this, Sirdes Saint had to nod impatiently.

Although the Celestial Dragons have the power to dispatch CP0, it is limited to important events and moments of crisis.

Under normal circumstances, the real dispatch power of CP0 is actually in the hands of the Five Elders, the highest power in the World Government.

"Sir, the weather is cold, please return to the cabin to rest."

The CP1 leader said respectfully.

Sirdes Saint waved his hand,

"No, take me to see my wife first."

The CP1 member nodded, turned around and led the way, and walked into another independent cabin.

The cabin was dark, filled with damp and rancid smells, and even a faint smell of blood.

In the center was a cage for slaves.

The little girl, with her hands and feet shackled and her mouth sealed with a gag, sat there trembling.

The moment she saw the Celestial Dragons come in, her red eyes from crying revealed a stubborn look, glaring at them.

"What a nice look..."

Sildes Saint's heart was pounding with excitement.

That's the feeling...

When other people knew their identities, they were all obedient and fearful like a pug.

There was no meaning at all.

It was this stubborn look that was interesting to conquer.

Step by step, watching her gradually collapse under her torture, the light in her eyes disappearing bit by bit...

That process was really the most interesting and enjoyable thing in the world.

"Wait a little longer... my lovely wife, wait a little longer, after we return to the Holy Land, we will live a happy and fulfilling life."

He couldn't help but look up and laugh, and the annoyance caused by the weather was swept away, and he walked out of the cabin.

Although his blood was boiling, his heart was about to be unable to hold back.

But how could a noble Celestial Dragon have fun in this dirty and lowly cabin?

And her body was still dirty and covered with mud, and she had to return to the Holy Land to wash it clean.

Otherwise, even her body would be stained with the smell of lowliness.

The door of the cabin was closed again.

In the darkness,

the dim lights trembled with the ups and downs of the ship, casting disillusioned light and shadow.

The little girl sat there, motionless.

There were new scratches on her knees and arms, probably because she was dragged into the cage.

The thin body curled up tightly in the corner, hiding in the shadows.

What no one noticed was that,

her little hand was clenched into a fist.

She clenched a piece of paper hidden in her palm.

That was what the handsome navy brother stuffed into her hand when he "bound" her.

She didn't know what it was.

But somehow,

she never let go of her hand.

As if it could give her safety and shelter, and...in this dark world,

the only hope.

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