Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The two of them were in a mess.

"Be patient, Garp."

Looking at Garp, who had calmed down a little but was still pacing back and forth anxiously, Kong Kong sighed and spoke.

Garp paused and asked anxiously:

"Old Kong, do you think Darren can arrive earlier than Sakaski and Borsalino?"

What if... What if Sakaski finds Dorag first, the situation will be out of control.

Kong Kong did not look nervous.

His eyebrows revealed the same calmness and fortitude as always.

He pondered for a while, and under Garp's expectant gaze, he slowly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Darren is more familiar with the situation in the North Sea than all of us."

"Although Sakaski and Borsalino have also served in the North Sea, don't forget that the one who truly has the highest control over the North Sea is Darren, the 'King of the North Sea'."

"He won't let you down."

After hearing Steel Bone Sora's judgment, Garp breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

He murmured over and over again.

When it comes to the danger of his son's life, his performance at this time is completely different from the hot-blooded and reckless naval hero in the past. Instead, he became cautious and uneasy.

"But, are you ready?"

Steel Bone Sora asked suddenly.

Garp was stunned, looking at Steel Bone Sora in confusion, and met the latter's serious eyes.

"From today on, your son will become the biggest enemy of the World Government... and even our Navy."

"No, Dragon has a strong sense of justice and will never be an enemy of our Navy..."

"--This has nothing to do with his personal will!"

Cyborg interrupted Garp coldly:

"No matter what he wants to do in the future, from the moment he killed the Celestial Dragon, he is destined to embark on a path of no return!"

"He will definitely stand on the opposite side of the World Government and our Navy!"

"There is no doubt that even if you put aside his powerful strength and talent, "He is familiar with our navy's personnel, combat power, fleet deployment, base layout, intelligence network distribution and even the encryption method of military Den Den Mushi communication..." "And now, the fact that he has 'defected' is inevitable. I am afraid that the World Government will issue him an unprecedented huge reward." "Your son will become the 'most sinister criminal' in the world!" "So, are you ready to face all this, Garp?" Steel Bone Kong's aggressive questioning made Garp's face change slightly. His son... will become his enemy...? This thought kept echoing in Garp's mind like a nightmare. He stood there, struggling for a long time, then took a deep breath, clenched his fist and gritted his teeth and said: "I... am ready, Marshal Kong." "Very good." Steel Bone Kong smiled with satisfaction. He reached out and picked up the military Den Den Mushi in front of him and dialed a signal. "Bru Bru... Bru Bru..."

Just as the Den Den Mushi called, Kong stood up from his chair and walked out the door.

When he passed by Garp, he paused for a moment, raised his hand and patted the former's shoulder, and whispered:

"Now, think about what you want to say to Dragon, Darren will tell you."

After that, Kong walked out of the office directly.

He left enough space for Garp's final farewell.

"Bru!"

At this time, the Den Den Mushi communication was connected.

"Marshal Kong, I'm Darren."

A low voice came from there, and there was a faint sound of howling wind around.

Garp stared at the Den Den Mushi in a daze, and took a step with great difficulty.

He walked over step by step.

"Darren boy, it's me."

He hissed.

The Den Den Mushi obviously hesitated for a moment, and a second later, Darren's voice came out again.

But this time the background wind sound obviously disappeared, and it became quiet and solemn:

"Vice Admiral Garp, you say."

Garp's lips trembled, his eyes were blank, and turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly grinned:

"Tell that kid to stay alive."

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Drag's hands were shaking.

Even though it had been more than half a day since the incident happened

, his blood-stained hands... were still shaking.

The military uniform and cloak that he was proud of in the past had to be abandoned, replaced by a military green hooded coat that covered most of his face.

He tried hard to recall the reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance knowledge he learned in the military academy, erased his whereabouts as much as possible, secretly boarded an inconspicuous merchant ship, and came to this island.

It is not a good idea to continue staying in this sea area.

With the huge power of the World Government, it is only a matter of time for them to find their traces.

As a core general of the former Navy Headquarters, with his unique identity and background, Drago knows the group of CP lackeys under the World Government very well.

Those cruel and violent beasts have very sensitive noses.

We must find a way to go to the Grand Line, or even the New World!

Only in that vast and endless chaotic sea can we breathe a little in the endless pursuit and find that slim ray of hope!

The thoughts in his brain were extremely chaotic, like a tangled ball of thread.

Dorag walked on the busy commercial street, feeling a little confused.

The noise, bustle and crowds around him made him feel at a loss.

He subconsciously tightened his hooded coat, as if the not-so-bright sunlight made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He still remembered the bloody smell at that time.

The stench mixed with sweat, strong alcohol and gunpowder smoke, as well as screams, broken sounds, cries and grim smiles.

Recalling that moment not long ago, at the moment when the anger in his heart surged...

He could no longer control himself.

There was no interval between making a decision and executing an action.

So the result was revealed.

That hideous face changed from arrogant and domineering to terrified and begging for mercy in an instant, and then his head exploded in front of his eyes like a watermelon.

What kind of feeling was that?

Dorag couldn't figure it out now.

Licking his cracked lips, he wrapped his hood tightly, found a roadside tavern, and asked the owner in a low voice for a bottle of wine.

He sat down at a table under the shade of a tree.

"Are you alone?"

The owner quickly brought a bottle of wine and asked with a smile, not surprised by the guest wrapped in a hooded coat on a hot day.

Dorag was about to nod, but said strangely:

"Two cups, thank you."

The owner smiled and put down the two cups, turned and left.

Dorag sat there quietly, staring at the dark green wine in front of him.

He didn't drink it.

As if waiting for something.

Waiting for someone.

Maybe to say a few words, or maybe to say a final goodbye.

It doesn't matter who it is.

He waited patiently.

One minute,

Five minutes,

Ten minutes,

Half an hour...

Sitting quietly under the shade of the tree, feeling uneasy and uneasy.

It was as if there was an invisible curtain in this world, completely isolating him from the busy streets next to him.

A full hour passed.

A voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

"The most domineering wine can't be drunk alone."

Drager suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

For him, this hour felt like waiting for fate to reveal the answer.

And now he finally waited.

"I didn't expect that the first navy to find me was you."

He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who slowly picked up the bottle of "Sherry" wine, and laughed sincerely.

His eyes were slightly red from laughing.

Darren filled two glasses with wine, then looked up and looked at Dorager, smiling:

"The North Sea is my territory."

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