Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Sengoku and Zephyr stepped into the gate of the military hospital aggressively, the calm and oppressive aura on their bodies startled the surrounding doctors and nurses.

"Sengoku Admiral, and Zephyr Admiral and Crane Vice Admiral...why do they look so serious..."

"Is there any urgent military affairs?"

"As expected of the pillar of our Marine, this aura is terrifying..."

"..."

The doctors and nurses couldn't help whispering when they saw the two men who were acting resolutely and Staff Officer He who was following them unhurriedly.

Soon Sengoku and Zephyr walked across the corridor towards the advanced ward.

But after walking a few steps, they vaguely heard bursts of laughter coming from the ward.

"Come on! Eat barbecue!! Hahahahaha!!"

"Old man, you are too inferior!! Is it okay to drink such a little?"

"Fart!! Give this old man a full blown!!"

"Jia Ji, don't patronize eating..."

"Sakazuki, you keep a straight face all day long, and no one here owes you money!"

"..."

Sengoku stood motionless at the door of the ward, listening to the noise inside, his fists clenched tightly, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The corners of Zephyr and Staff Crane next to him also twitched, with black lines all over their heads.

Banquet... Banquet! ?

After clearly notifying to go to the Marshal's Mansion for a meeting, Garp and the others actually held a party in the ward! ?

Zephyr took a cautious look at Sengoku, noticing that the veins on Sengoku's forehead looked like they were about to explode at any moment.

"That... Sengoku..."

He hesitated, about to speak.

Unexpectedly, there was a drunken and indistinct voice from Dorag in the ward:

"Wait, I seem to remember... We seem to have something to do?"

Garp's voice sounded immediately:

"Well, it seems that there is such a thing...Let me think..."

After a second.

"Forget it, I can't remember it, hahahahaha... It's okay, since I can't remember it, it probably doesn't matter, hahahaha..."

boom! !

Sengoku couldn't hold back the anger in his heart any longer, and kicked the door of the ward directly.

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

He growled with red eyes.

Then he froze there.

Dead silence fell immediately.

The ward was in a mess, with wine bottles scattered here and there.

Everyone in the ward froze there.

Garp and Dorag were drunk, their necks were red, and they hooked each other's shoulders.

The former still had a piece of delicious barbecue stuffed in his mouth, while the latter held a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Sakazuki sat cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression, holding a cutting knife in his hand, and in front of him was a barbecue grill burning with charcoal fire.

Polusalino sat there with his legs crossed and a smile on his face.

Gion's expression was numb.

Jia Ji held a microphone in his hand, and beside him was a speaker he found from nowhere, and he was still singing passionately, with a heart-piercing expression.

The air seemed to freeze.

Sengoku: ...

Zephyr: ...

Crane Staff Officer: ...

Everyone in the ward: ...

"—You bastards!!"

In the next second, Sengoku's thunderous roar shook the entire military hospital.

...

After a few days.

"Your body is amazing, as strong as a monster, Darren Commodore."

A plump female doctor with blond hair and big waves put away the medical records and looked at Darren with unconcealable surprise.

She had never seen such a case before. In just a few days, the young Marine Commodore's serious injuries had already improved to some extent.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.

"Thank you for the compliment, Doctor Maria."

Darren, who had just received a physical examination, picked up his brand new military uniform and buttoned the buttons one by one to cover his wild body covered with ferocious scars.

He smiled at the blond doctor and said:

"I'm sorry to trouble you during this time."

Looking at Darren's masculine smile, Maria's face turned slightly red, she shook her head and said:

"No, no... Darren Commodore, actually you can just call me Maria."

Darren smiled:

"No, I still like to call you Dr. Maria."

He blinked.

Hearing Darren's words, Maria thought of the little secrets between the two and those embarrassing gestures, and her eyes became even more ashamed.

"Ahem..."

An untimely cough broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Maria followed the sound and saw the figure in front of the renovated door of the ward. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared. She nodded calmly and said:

"Lieutenant Colonel Jiaji."

The corners of Jiaji's mouth twitched.

"Goodbye, Dr. Maria."

Darren smiled and waved to the blonde female doctor who left the ward, then looked at Jia Ji who walked in with a sigh on his face, and said with a smile:

"You've been promoted, Lieutenant Colonel Jiaji, congratulations."

Jiaji glared at him angrily and sat down on the chair.

By participating in the two operations of "Battle against Byrnndi Waldo" and "Battle against Roger Pirates", although he and Gion did nothing, they successfully "brushed their faces" and rose to the next level.

"It seems like you are having a good time these days. The female doctors and nurses in the hospital are all lining up to help you change your dressing and check your health..."

He said sourly.

Darren glanced at the bruises and swelling on his face, body and hands, and couldn't help but smile:

"It seems like you've had a very fulfilling life these days."

Jiaji hummed, opened a fruit basket, and started eating.

The "banquet" that day was interrupted by the furious Sengoku Admiral. Everyone went back to write a review and had to accept punishment.

Of course, in the end, he was the only one who was truly unlucky.

After all, Gion is the god-sister of Commander Tsuru, so Sengoku can't punish her harshly.

And how many of them are Dorag and Vice Admiral Garp?

Are you kidding? They didn't even hold a meeting. Naturally, they wouldn't carry out the so-called punishment and just turned a deaf ear to it.

"Are you ready?"

Jiaji said vaguely while chewing on the apple.

Darren tied his tie meticulously, took off the cloak of justice on the clothes rack, and said with a smile:

"It's been a long time coming."

The cool sea breeze blew in from the window, and the wide cloak behind Marine Commodore danced, and an invisible majesty and momentum also exuded.

Jiaji couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after the battle with the Roger Pirates, the guy in front of him became stronger.

"Isn't it said that the injury is extremely serious..."

He muttered.

Darren pretended he didn't hear this and just asked:

"Is everyone else here?"

Jiaji nodded and stood up from his seat.

"Just waiting for you."

The corners of Darren's mouth curved up, he lit a cigar, took a deep breath with a stern look in his eyes.

"Then let's go."

"The third officer training camp...has begun."

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