Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

The door of the luxurious villa in classical style slowly opened.

The cold wind rushed out from behind the heavy bronze door and rushed towards him, drowning Doflamingo's figure and blowing the pink feather coat behind him.

The whole world seemed to stop at this moment.

It was as if something invisible broke in the air.

Death silence suddenly fell.

The four people of Torrebol, who were originally aggressive... and the hundreds of Don Quixote family members holding bloody long knives behind them, held their breath and dared not move.

They stared at the scene in the hall of the villa with their eyes wide open, gurgling and rolling their throats, swallowing saliva, and a layer of fine cold sweat gradually seeped out of their foreheads.

The originally chaotic and noisy world became silent.

Tick-tock,

Tick-tock,

The sound of some liquid dripping on the ground sounded in the silent world, stirring everyone's extremely nervous heart.

They saw such a picture-

In the dome hall of the dome, the fire burned in the ancient fireplace.

The jumping light and shadow intertwined with each other, outlining the outline of the hall in bright or dark.

A mottled oval conference table with traces of time was placed in the center of the hall. The intricately carved glass windows on the walls on both sides flashed dim light, and there were religious oil paintings on the round dome.

On the black wall above the fireplace, a person was hanging.

To be precise, a corpse was hanging.

He had a neatly combed back hair, wore a Mafia-style peaked-lapel suit, a blood-red rose on his chest, and his head drooped weakly.

A metal spear with a cold gleam of light sank deep into his heart, pierced through his body, and nailed him to the wall.

The blood from the wound continued to flow out along his suit, trouser legs, and leather shoes, dripping onto the ground.

...forming the "tick-tock" sound they heard.

They recognized the identity of the body.

This was the ultimate goal of their line.

- Rodriguez Michael, the head of the Rodriguez family, a gangster who controlled one-third of the illegal industry in the North Sea.

And now, he was dead.

Like some kind of mysterious religious ritual, he was hanging on the wall.

On his drooping head, the pair of empty eyes were staring straight at all of them.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be showing them a mocking smile.

Torrebol and the others suddenly felt their whole bodies tremble, and their pores stood up.

They subconsciously moved their eyes stiffly to a certain place in the hall.

In the dim hall with flickering firelight.

At the main seat of the conference round table, a man sat.

The firelight could dispel the darkness, but it could not illuminate the man's face.

His face seemed to be hidden in the shadows forever.

As long as he did not expose himself, the world would never find him.

Torrebol and the others could only barely see the outline of his figure.

A straight black suit, a white shirt, a black solemn tie, and black combat boots.

He sat there, with his legs crossed, and his fingers holding a cigar gently tapped the conference round table, his sharp and deep eyes, looking at them carelessly in the dark.

He was smiling.

Although they could not see clearly, such a thought came to all of Torrebol and the others.

"Just in time."

Darren spoke slowly, breaking the silence.

The light and shadows flowed, and the fire finally illuminated his face.

He was indeed smiling.

"Well done."

He looked at the young figure of Flamingo with praise.

Doflamingo was silent.

Silence.

Trebol and others clearly saw that his fists were clenched tightly, shaking, and clenched tightly.

They could only see Doflamingo's back, but they could guess that their young master's face was definitely ugly at this time.

At this time, a whistling sound of Den Den Mushi suddenly sounded.

"Bulu Bulu... Bulu Bulu..."

Darren took out the military Den Den Mushi from his arms and connected the signal:

"It's me."

A deep voice slowly came out from the Den Den Mushi:

"Report to Base Commander Darren, as of 5 minutes ago, all our operations have ended."

"... 17 well-known underworld forces including Snooker, Vincent and the Rockefeller family have all been eliminated under the glory of justice!"

As soon as these words came out, all the people in the Don Quixote family

Suddenly he took a breath of cold air.

The underground world of the North Sea... has been completely suppressed by the Navy! ?

Unprecedented fear instantly flooded into their brains, making their faces extremely pale.

The North Sea Navy carried out a bloody cleansing of the underground world... and now the highest commander of the North Sea Navy is standing in front of them, plus the body of the head of the Rodriguez family...

Everyone shuddered.

Could it be... that their Don Quixote family... is also the target of the Navy's cleansing?

"Well, I see, you did a good job, I am very satisfied."

Darren replied to the Den Den Mushi:

"Start returning, I still have a little bit of things to deal with here, and I will be back soon."

"Yes, base commander."

The military Den Den Mushi communication was interrupted.

Putting away the Den Den Mushi, Darren took a puff of cigar and slowly stood up from the main seat.

With such a casual movement of his, thousands of people in the Don Quixote family actually took a step back in unison.

Only one person did not move.

Doflamingo still stood there, keeping silent.

His clenched fists trembled even more violently.

I don't know what violent impulse he was restraining.

Darren walked towards him step by step.

The faces of several people in Trebol changed slightly. Just when they were about to make a move, the captain of the navy cast a look that made them feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, and they dared not move.

With the sound of footsteps of military boots rubbing against the ground, Darren finally walked in front of Doflamingo.

He looked down at the blond kid in front of him who was gritting his teeth and looking gloomy, and smiled:

"This is my gift to you, Dov."

His tone was very kind, as if it was the concern of an elder for his spoiled younger generation.

"From this moment on, the underground world of the North Sea... is yours."

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and stretched out his hand, quietly waiting for Doflamingo's response.

"Do you like it?"

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds,

The people of Torrebol looked at the motionless back of their young master, their hearts beating rapidly, and sweating profusely.

Why should I surrender...

Why should I... surrender?

At a certain moment.

Doflamingo's clenched fists suddenly stopped shaking.

He loosened his fists.

Torrebol and others seemed to hear a silent sigh.

Then they widened their eyes.

They saw,

Their arrogant young master, a smile slowly appeared on his face, took a step forward.

Gently holding the hand of the navy,

bowed slightly,

respectfully kissed the back of his hand.

"Thank you, my godfather."

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Ask for everything, grateful.