Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

"So the rumors are true, you guys are a rich man."

Darren had just entered the yard when a low, smiling voice came from the front door.

There is an oak tree planted in the yard, and there are two beach chairs under the shade, and a figure is lying leisurely on one of the beach chairs.

"It's not a good habit to break into other people's yards."

Darren smiled.

Drago shrugged and said with a hey smile:

"Don't be so stingy, anyway, you can't live in such a big house by yourself."

There was nothing Darren could do about this smug guy.

He lay down on the beach chair next to him, calmly looking at the starry sky in the dark night with his deep eyes, gradually fascinated.

Seeing that Darren was silent, Drago, who couldn't hold back his words, couldn't help but find a topic:

"I haven't congratulated you yet, becoming the chief of this training camp."

"This is just the beginning. Don't forget that Kuzan is known as a 'monster'."

Darren said something, and he glanced at Drago:

"But Dorag Rear Admiral, are you sure you don't want to go home?"

Dorag shook his head and said:

"No, I just had an argument with the old man, and I don't want to go back and face his bad face."

"Oh?" Darren answered without saying a word, "What's the matter?"

Dorag put his hands on his pillow, looked up at the starry sky, and sighed:

"I excitedly told the old man that I wanted to become Marine Admiral."

"But he suddenly acted like an angry cat and asked me to give up this idea. He said that I would just be a Marine Vice Admiral like him, free and easy. He said that my personality is not suitable for being a Marine Admiral."

Speaking of this, Drago's tone was a little dissatisfied and aggrieved.

"He doesn't want to be promoted, but it doesn't mean that others don't want to be promoted, okay?"

He turned to look at Darren.

"Darren, do you understand? I have grown up hearing the name of the old man since I was a child. Everyone says that I am the son of a Marine 'hero' and have the blood of a hero..."

"You don't like people complimenting you like that?" Darren interrupted him suddenly.

Drago was taken aback, hesitated and said:

"That's not..."

He became a little annoyed,

"It's just that everyone has given me such expectations, but no one has ever asked me what I want to do."

Darren rolled his eyes.

This is a typical second-generation worry of the wealthy. To put it bluntly, it’s just that they have enough to eat.

He couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"So what do you want?"

Dorag's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this question, and he was very interested.

“Good question!!”

He suddenly shouted excitedly, which almost made Darren jump up in fright.

"Darren, you know what? I've had a dream since I was a kid."

Dolag's eyes seemed to reflect the starlight in the sky, which was extremely bright, and his face showed the unique frivolity and wantonness of a young man.

"I want to change the world!"

"Change the world?"

Darren raised his eyebrows and joked:

"I don't know about others, but this world should be very good to you."

"Based in the light of a 'hero', you will have a luxurious life that ordinary people can't imagine in their lifetime."

"As far as I know, you became the prestigious Naval Headquarters Major when you were 15 years old, but when I was 15 years old, I was still an ordinary private in North Blue, cleaning toilets and doing odd jobs for my superiors. "

"When you were fifteen years old, you were surrounded by the favor of Marine's top management and the geniuses of Marine;"

"When I was fifteen years old, I was either dealing with vulgar soldiers and gangsters every day, or fighting against the mafia and pirates."

"So, stop complaining."

Drago blushed immediately, faltering and saying:

"That... Darren, that's not what I meant."

Darren waved his hand and said:

"So tell me, why do you want to change the world?"

Drago took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Actually, when I was young, I lived in East Blue. It was a place called Windmill Village. As the name suggests, there are many windmills in that place, you know?"

Darren nodded, thinking, of course I know, even better than you.

"My mother died of illness when I was very young. The old man was busy with military affairs and couldn't take care of me, so I was basically raised by the villagers of Fengche Village."

Dorag continued, memories gradually appearing in his eyes.

"It was a very peaceful country, no wars, no disasters, everything was beautiful."

"Until one day, a large number of refugees floated from the sea..."

His tone dropped.

"I will never forget that scene... Those refugees no longer have a piece of good meat on their bodies. The shriveled skin is wrapped around the bones, and they look like skeletons."

"The reason is that there was a famine in their country, coupled with the pirates' looting, more than half of the citizens starved to death."

"The villagers tried to rescue them, but their bodies were too weak and they died after a short period of time."

"Did you know, Darren...the countries where the refugees are located are only two days away from the Windmill Village...even though the distance is less than a few hundred nautical miles, heaven and hell are forcibly separated."

"At that time, I was thinking, if my ability can be greater, if I can have more resources, maybe I can save those people, isn't it?"

"When you become a Marine Admiral, no, even a Marine Admiral, you can have more power and mobilize more troops, so you can better protect justice, right?"

Drago suddenly clenched his teeth, clenched his fist and said:

"I'm not saying that the old man's method is wrong. It's certainly right to hunt down pirates."

"But maybe, besides hunting down pirates, we, as a righteous Marine, can do more things?"

"Protect the weak and protect civilians... Isn't this what our Marines should do?"

"this is my dream!"

He stood up abruptly.

"I want to change the world with Marine's justice!"

"Make this world a happy place!"

Hearing this, Darren fell silent.

He turned his head, looked at Drago's still young side face, and suddenly understood.

At this age, Drago still has high expectations for Marine's justice...

But, Dorag, do you think that the country's disasters and misfortunes are really only caused by natural disasters and pirates?

Do you really think...the world is something Marine can change?

"Maybe Vice Admiral Garp is right."

Darren said something that left Drago stunned.

"You are indeed not suitable to be a Marine Admiral, let alone a Marine Marshal."

"Go home, it's late, I have to rest."

After speaking, Darren got up from the beach chair and walked into the house.

The moment the door closed, Darren finally said something meaningful.

"Dorag, this world is far more cruel than you imagined... One day, you will understand."

A naive and passionate young man will learn his lesson only when he hits the south wall and bruises his head.

Before that, no matter how much others said, they could not change his mind.

boom!

The door closed mercilessly.

Only Drago was left standing there in a daze.

There was a long, long silence.

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Thank you for everything.

Let me remind you again, Darren's concept of justice is very complicated, far less pure than that of Ron in the previous book.

This is also the result of growing up.

Darren has no cheats, Ron has a system.

Darren climbed up from the bottom step by step, and Ron became a military student of the proud man as soon as he crossed.