Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next day.

"500 pirates or criminals, right?"

"Well, I know. Before midnight tonight... no problem."

In the lobby of the Don Quixote family residence in the North Sea, Lubeck Island.

The flying squirrel put down the encrypted Den Den Mushi, looked up at the blond boy in front of him wearing a pink feather coat, and said calmly:

"You heard it too. I need your help this time."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, of course it's no problem... It's my honor to share the worries of the Godfather."

Doflamingo's sunglasses flashed with a strange cold light, and he laughed a little nervously.

"I should be able to hand over about 200 people. It just so happens that a group of ignorant guys are causing trouble in my casino and were caught by Diamante on the spot. I was originally worried about how to deal with them..."

The flying squirrel did not comment and said coldly:

"This is not my concern. Two hundred people are enough."

He can be said to be indifferent to the activities of the Don Quixote family in the North Sea, and even a little disgusted.

But since Darren acquiesced to this, and Doflamingo was still sensible and did not interfere in some illegal businesses that Darren did not allow to operate in the North Sea, the flying squirrel turned a blind eye to this.

Casinos, loan sharks, private banks, brothels, theft, arms smuggling... These ancient businesses cannot be completely banned, and they are not under the jurisdiction of their navy.

In this case, it is better to let Doflamingo centrally control these businesses.

On the one hand, it can collect a large amount of taxes to obtain huge funds for expanding the North Sea Fleet;

On the other hand, it is also convenient for management. Once something happens, just go to the Don Quixote family to settle the accounts.

As for businesses like human trafficking, organ trading and drugs, Darren has expressly prohibited them.

This is the rule and bottom line he set for the North Sea, and no one is allowed to cross it.

"The remaining 300 people will be dealt with by the North Sea Fleet."

After the flying squirrel finished speaking, he picked up the wine on the marble coffee table in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, his eyes full of murderous intent.

It can be imagined that with such a simple sentence, the entire North Sea will usher in a terrible bloody storm.

"Thank you for your hospitality, this wine is very good."

"In addition, Darren asked me to tell you that he is very satisfied with your performance during this period."

"咈咈咈咈咈咈, that's even better."

Doflamingo laughed strangely.

"But Admiral Flying Squirrel, I have a question for you."

Looking at the back of Flying Squirrel turning away, Doflamingo's mouth curled up with a defiant arc.

Flying Squirrel paused,

"Hmm?"

Doflamingo sat there, and an inexplicable deep breath gradually emanated from his body.

The ten fingers of both hands were slightly bent and kept moving, as if they were hooking something in the void.

"Nothing, I'm just curious, as the Admiral of the North Sea at the time, are you qualified enough to take over the position of Godfather!!"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed arrogantly and waved his hand heavily!

Swish! !

It seemed that there was an extremely sharp blade in the void.

Swish! !

The walls and floors of the resident hall were silently torn open with several deep scratches.

Doflamingo's pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes, and his smile froze on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.

The then North Sea Admiral Flying Squirrel stood there motionless, still with his back to him.

His body was "cut" in half by invisible silk threads.

But no blood flowed out of the incision, and the wound that should have been filled with flesh and blood was instead beating with hot plasma.

"What do you think?"

The "broken" head of the flying squirrel slowly turned around and looked at Doflamingo with a sneer.

In an instant,

A bone-chilling chill surged from the soles of Doflamingo's feet, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

Then the flying squirrel disappeared.

At least in Doflamingo's vision, the figure of the North Sea Admiral disappeared like a ghost.

As if he had noticed something, Doflamingo's face changed drastically, and he stood up and turned around.

But it was too late.

A hand wearing a black leather glove had already grabbed his neck.

"Doflamingo, you are Darren's godson, I won't bother with you this time."

Holding Doflamingo's neck with his left hand, the flying squirrel looked at him with a blank expression as his face gradually turned red.

said:

"But if there is a next time, you still want to die..."

The right hand that was naturally hanging down burst into violent blue lightning, illuminating the dark lobby of the station as bright as day.

"I don't mind trying it out. What is it like to kill a Celestial Dragon?"

"Is it really like Darren said, can it make me awaken the Conqueror's Haki..."

Doflamingo's eyes twitched violently.

The flying squirrel smiled and let go of his hand.

He considerately tidied Doflamingo's messy collar, then stepped back, stretched out his hand, and smiled:

"Then, I'll trouble you to cooperate with me in the next work."

Doflamingo had not yet reacted to the ability displayed by the flying squirrel. His expression still retained surprise and shock. He subconsciously reached out and shook the latter's hand.

After a full minute after the flying squirrel left the lobby of the station, he sat down on the sofa with a bang.

Without saying a word, he picked up the red wine bottle and drank it.

Gulp gulp...

The blood-like wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, wetting and staining his white shirt red, but he didn't notice anything.

He didn't smash the bottle heavily to the ground until he finished the bottle of red wine.

The bottle broke into pieces, the fragments splashed, and the remaining wine splashed on the gray wall.

Doflamingo gasped for air and took a while to catch his breath.

He leaned back, his head on the sofa, looking up at the huge dome with intricate decorations in the lobby of the resident, his expression uncertain.

At a certain moment.

"咈咈咈咈咈..."

Doflamingo's crazy, paranoid and twisted laughter, like the devil's muttering, rippled in the dark and empty lobby of the resident.

"Interesting... Really interesting..."

"It's the legendary invincible devil fruit!!!"

"You found it all... You're amazing... My respected godfather!!"

"Are you so afraid of me!?"

"You even gave such a precious thunder fruit to a useless flying squirrel!!"

"咈咈咈咈咈!!!"

"This game is getting more and more interesting!!!"

He laughed wildly, and the hideous veins on his forehead bulged and squirmed like earthworms.

"Then let's see... In the end, will you kill me first, or will I find a chance to kill you!!!"

"咈咈咈咈咈！!"

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Ask for everything, and I'll be grateful.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.