Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The flames were so strong that they could not resist the blow.

Crackle...

The flames rose up, and from a distance Darren's upper body had turned into a ball of fire.

The flying flames made the air around distorted, and Gion and others were frightened.

It took a full minute for Vinsmoke Judge to slowly put down the flamethrower.

What he didn't even notice was that a layer of fine cold sweat had seeped out of his forehead at some point.

The smoke rolled, blocking his vision.

Gurgle...

Kaji swallowed unconsciously and said to the flying squirrel next to him in a low voice:

"Hey, that guy was not burned to death directly, was he?"

The flying squirrel rolled his eyes unhappily.

At this moment, a faint voice came from the center of the smoke.

"Well, the power is still good."

A gust of wind blew away the black smoke, and everyone looked with wide eyes, only to see Darren standing on a piece of land with flying flames, looking down at his condition.

His body was covered with a layer of black ash, and the charred burn marks were faintly visible.

But from his expression, it can be seen that the injury is not serious.

Well, at least not serious for him.

"The flamethrower has passed the test."

Darren patted the ashes on his skin and grinned at Vinsmoke Judge:

"Next."

He turned his eyes to Kaji and others,

"Don't be idle, come and test together, don't waste time."

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So the most thrilling and horrifying test in the history of weapons manufacturing began.

Flamethrower,

Thousands of volts of high-voltage current gun,

Portable rocket launcher,

High-speed cutting wheel,

Continuous heavy machine gun...

The various technological weapons produced by Germa 66 were vented on the body of the naval colonel like a bombardment.

The entire training ground was filled with dull roars, sharp cutting sounds and huge explosions, and from time to time, Kaji's cunning laughter.

Everyone, including Vinsmoke Judge, went from being dumbfounded at first to getting used to it, and finally even entering a state of numbness.

Half an hour later, Kaji and the others panted and put down the last weapon, sitting on the ground without any posture.

They looked at Darren with disbelief in their eyes.

"Monster..."

Vinsmoke Judge raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but muttered with a pale face.

Darren sat on a box of weapons with a satisfied look, biting a lit cigar in his mouth.

A military doctor accompanying him was bandaging and treating his wounds.

"Very good, let's produce according to the weapons just determined, the deposit is 50%, and the balance will be paid after receiving the goods."

Darren smiled at Vinsmoke Judge.

Vinsmoke Judge said hoarsely:

"No problem."

At this time, he had clearly realized how terrifying the North Sea Navy's highest commander was.

After the accompanying military doctor had simply bandaged him, Darren slowly stood up, put on the military uniform handed over by the flying squirrel, put on the snow-white cloak of justice, walked slowly to Vinsmoke Judge's side, and lowered his voice:

"In addition, about the problem of warship transformation..."

Vinsmoke Judge looked embarrassed:

"Your requirements are too high. If metal is used to replace the keel of the warship, the weight of the warship will at least double the original weight. In this way, the draft of the warship may be..."

Darren waved his hand disapprovingly,

"No, you don't need to care about the draft."

His deep black eyes flashed with a strange and fierce fire of ambition.

"What I need is that the main structure of the warship must be made of light metal."

Vinsmoke Judge frowned and said thoughtfully:

"If that's the case, there should be no problem in mixing a small amount of alloy used to make combat uniforms into steel."

"But in terms of funds..." He glanced at Darren, "...it is definitely an astronomical figure."

"That's what I want."

Darren laughed.

Money is just a pile of waste paper if it is kept in your hands.

Only by spending it and actually using it to improve your own strength can you be the kingly way.

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The warship set sail and slowly used the port of the Kingdom of Germa.

Vinsmoke Judge stood on the land, full of

He waved to the departing warship with a smile on his face.

Until the warship disappeared at the end of the sea in the distance, the smile on his face gradually became cold and ferocious.

"Master, the deposit of the North Sea Navy has been put into the safe."

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler came over respectfully and whispered.

Vinsmoke Judge nodded gloomily.

He did not speak, but waved his hand to let the butler leave, and walked alone towards the main castle of the Germa Kingdom.

Vinsmoke Judge passed the heavily guarded main castle building gate and entered a heavily guarded passage.

At the end of the passage was a metal door.

He walked forward, his eyes fixed on the electronic panel on the metal door, and reached out to press the guard of the door.

"Iris verification passed, blood verification passed, welcome back, master."

A cold electronic voice without any emotion sounded.

The door opened, and Vinsmoke Judge strode in.

Behind the metal door was a laboratory as big as several footballs, with rows of huge test tubes displayed in front of him, slowly rotating with the operation of the machine.

The three-meter-high huge test tubes were filled with green liquid, and human bodies were floating in the liquid.

They were Germa's clone soldiers.

Vinsmoke Judge stood in front of a silver console, staring expressionlessly at the constantly rotating green test tubes.

Suddenly, he punched the console heavily.

Bang!

"Damn it!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes filled with dense bloodshot, his expression ferocious and distorted.

"Shame! What a shame!"

He gasped, his chest heaving, and his eyes almost spewed fire.

I think my great King of the Germa Kingdom... the supreme commander of the evil army, has now become a lowly and humble arms dealer!

Does Rogers Darren really think that the Germa Kingdom is his arms supplier! ?

He even set his sights on combat uniforms! !

"Damn it!! Damn it!! Damn it!"

Vinsmoke Judge kept roaring, punching out one punch after another, leaving clear fist marks on the metal panel console.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the rows of clone soldiers in the making, his face full of resentment.

He was extremely angry.

It was said to be a "weapons test" just now, but Vinsmoke Judge knew that it was a warning from Darren, the bastard! ?

He was going to use a crushing and strong attitude to show his strength.

Vinsmoke Judge gasped, his vicious eyes constantly scanning the experiment.

Clone soldiers... the number of people is simply meaningless to that guy;

Germa's proud combat uniforms,

various high-tech weapons...

were perfectly restrained by that guy's devil fruit ability.

Rogers Darren's fierce appearance when experimenting with weapons is simply a monster.

Monster... Is there any way to deal with monsters?

A touch of despair surged into Vinsmoke Judge's eyes.

Is it... really impossible to fight that guy?

At this time, a call suddenly sounded from the microphone.

"Master, Madam Sora's water broke and she is about to give birth. Please come over."

Vinsmoke Judge was stunned.

Sora... that's his wife.

His wife is pregnant and will give birth soon.

And he, the king of Germa, will also welcome his first blood.

A rare tenderness appeared on Vinsmoke Judge's cruel face.

"My bloodline..."

He whispered softly.

"My bloodline..."

He was suddenly struck by lightning.

The next second,

"Hahahahahaha!!! So that's it!!! I found a way to deal with you!! Darren!! "

Vinsmoke Judge suddenly laughed crazily with his head raised.

"Bloodline factor... transformation... I should have thought of it a long time ago..."

"Only monsters can deal with monsters!! "

As if he had grabbed the last straw, he stumbled to the other side of the laboratory like crazy and grabbed a pink test tube.

His increasingly crazy face was reflected on the transparent test tube filled with pink liquid.

"My child... please forgive me."

"This is for the glory of Germa."

He hissed.

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