Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The old man was very happy.

"Why did you come back?"

Looking at the commodore who had sat on the sofa next to him with his legs crossed, the alertness and coldness on the flying squirrel's face disappeared instantly, replaced by surprise.

He loosened his hand holding the hilt of the knife,

"Didn't you just return to the headquarters not long ago?"

Darren smiled and said:

"What's wrong, don't you welcome me back to Beihai?"

He opened the cigar box on the coffee table without hesitation and took out a cigar from it.

He used a cigar cutter to pinch off the tail with his hands, then lit it in his mouth, took a deep puff, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction:

"Well, the cigars from the North Sea are indeed the strongest."

The flying squirrel said unhappily:

"I thought you were still recovering from your injuries at the headquarters..."

He suddenly looked at Darren suspiciously, and said in confusion:

"Why do you look a little unwell? You look thinner. Could it be that your injuries haven't healed yet?"

Darren's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he didn't pick up the topic. He changed the subject and asked:

"What happened to Beihai recently?" How is the situation in the sea? "

Speaking of business, the flying squirrel's face returned to seriousness, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's still the same as when you left, there is not much change."

"Although you left the North Sea, your reputation still intimidates those nobles and politicians who are ready to make a move."

"Especially after the news that you took over the "chief" of the training camp and wiped out the headquarters of the Beast Pirates began to spread gradually in the past two days, I was too busy with the social activities here..."

Speaking of this, the flying squirrel paused, with a helpless look on his face.

"Those fat guys are like sharks smelling blood, giving me money and gifts like crazy, and constantly trying to find out information about you at all kinds of drinking parties, card games and banquets..."

"They are so flattering that they even want to send their wives and daughters to my bed."

Darren looked at the bitter and sighing flying squirrel and couldn't help but teasing him mischievously:

"This life sounds very comfortable..."

"——Comfortable ass!!"

The flying squirrel cursed angrily and said in grief and indignation:

"This is simply not a life for human beings!"

He pounded the desk in indignation.

"I just want to be a proper navy! Hone my strength, fight pirates, maintain law and order, and uphold justice!!"

"But they use money to corrupt my will, use women to destroy my body! ! Use wine and cigarettes to test the righteous cadres!!"

"This damn group of guys!!"

"--Don't you like it?" Darren asked suddenly, smiling.

The flying squirrel blushed immediately, opened his mouth, but hesitated.

"It's... just like that..."

"Hahaha!"

Darren couldn't help laughing,

"It's important to combine work and rest... But you just took office not long ago, it's normal to have such confusion."

He blew out a smoke ring from his mouth, with a tone of an experienced person, and said with a smile:

"Those so-called social events, you can go if you want to, and don't go if you don't want to. Just refuse directly, there's no need to give them face."

"... In the final analysis, this sea is ruled by strength."

The flying squirrel nodded.

Darren was right, and this was their original plan.

Although Darren left the North Sea, in fact, the more trouble he made in the Grand Line and the higher he climbed in the Navy, the more stable the situation in the North Sea would be.

"As for the underground world, the Don Quixote family has taken all the underworld forces in the North Sea into their pockets, and now they are developing quite well... They have expanded part of their business to the Grand Line and even the New World."

The flying squirrel said again.

According to the cooperation agreement, the profits earned by the Don Quixote family must be fixed to the North Sea Fleet.

This income is called "franchise fee" in the North Sea Navy's accounts.

By hiring financial experts at high salaries to do the accounting, these huge "incomes" of unknown origin have naturally become legal income within the power of the North Sea Navy Department, and even the Navy Headquarters can't find any fault.

"Your vision is indeed very sharp. Doflamingo has shown a maturity and sophistication that is completely inconsistent with his age. It is not only his strength and leadership... but also his business acumen and skills."

The flying squirrel looked at Darren in amazement.

Sometimes he didn't know how Darren's head grew.

Before Doflamingo appeared

, in fact, there have been several powerful mafia families in the North Sea.

The leaders of these families have quite good means and abilities. If Darren allowed them at that time, they would definitely be able to unify the underground world of the North Sea.

But Darren never gave in.

- Until Doflamingo's arrival.

It has to be admitted that the Flying Squirrel thought in his heart that Darren's decision to let Doflamingo unify the underground world of the North Sea was a bit risky.

After all, from the surface, Doflamingo is just a kid of twelve or thirteen years old.

At this age, other children are still playing in the mud.

The Flying Squirrel rationally felt that it was impossible for him to manage the underworld forces in a sea area in an orderly manner.

However, out of trust in Darren, the Flying Squirrel did not express his inner thoughts at the time and obeyed the order unconditionally.

Now it seems that Darren's sharp vision... is indeed amazing.

"Well, Dov is really good, and I spent a lot of effort to train him."

Darren smiled and said:

"I was able to escape this time, thanks to the cadre he sent."

"But Flying Squirrel..."

He glanced at Flying Squirrel,

"You should start to feel the pressure, right?"

Flying Squirrel's eyes narrowed slightly and pursed his lips.

After a long silence, he nodded reluctantly and sighed:

"He is growing too fast."

Yes, Doflamingo is growing too fast.

So fast that Flying Squirrel even feels a sense of fear.

Especially when he personally led the team to Lubeck Island for negotiations last time, the blond kid just sat leisurely on the sofa, which gave Flying Squirrel a creepy feeling of being stared at by a violent beast.

Flying Squirrel is not worried about the development of Don Quixote Family's power.

No matter how powerful the Mafia family is, it cannot withstand the firepower of the North Sea Fleet.

But Doflamingo himself makes Flying Squirrel feel difficult.

With unparalleled talent and potential, Flying Squirrel finds that the kid's strength has improved shockingly almost every time they meet.

This feeling makes him feel strongly uneasy.

That's why, during the last negotiation, he brought the warships of the North Sea Fleet to surround Lubeck Island, ready to stage a small "Demon Slaughter Order" at any time to raze the Don Quixote family to the ground.

After all, if something really happened to Darren in the New World, Flying Squirrel didn't have much confidence that he could suppress Doflamingo by his own strength.

Darren naturally noticed the difficulty of Flying Squirrel.

"This is also the reason why I came back this time."

He smiled.

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