Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Chapter 50

The clear sunlight is projected from the glass windows, and the shadows of Madara's shade are printed on the walls, which is comfortable and leisurely.

Darren opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.

The room is not big, but it is very clean.

He sat up slowly and checked his state habitually.

With the development of that kind of precise body perception, one's own "personal attribute panel" is also presented.

Physique: 65.131

Strength: 63.135

Velocity: 63.591

Fruit: 74.167

Compared with the last time, all the data have increased significantly.

The most obvious increase was in physique. Sure enough, Roger's almost fatal "avoidance" was not in vain, and his physique had increased by at least 2 points.

As for the other three stats, strength, speed and fruit, they all increased by more than a little.

It's hard to imagine that this is just an improvement brought about by a battle.

Darren secretly calculated that if he used the practice method he used in North Blue, even if the training intensity was pulled to the limit that the body could bear, it would take at least three months to achieve the same effect.

And this is just an extremely short fight.

But it's also reasonable.

A hundred simulation exercises are not as good as an actual combat.

The thrill of adrenaline soaring between life and death, the sense of oppression that every cell, every muscle, and every nerve is squeezed to the limit, as if suffocating... is not something that conventional practice can create.

Sure enough, only fighting against the strong can stimulate one's physical potential to the greatest extent and break through the limit.

"If I could come a few more times..."

Thinking of this, Darren's mind became active, and he couldn't help muttering, but soon he couldn't help but laugh again.

A simple knife almost killed him, and he was lucky to survive, and this has to be considered that Roger did not burst out with all his strength.

If it was a real fight, it would be impossible for him to survive Roger's hands.

That knife that even ghosts and gods have to avoid...

Darren couldn't help clenching his fists.

call……

After several seconds, he let out a long breath of foul air, got up and took a shower.

After the duel in the training camp, they had about three days of free time as trainees in the training camp.

On the one hand, it is inevitable that people will be injured in the duel and need to receive treatment and recuperation. On the other hand, these students from all over the world are given sufficient time to get familiar with the environment and living habits of Marineford.

After briefly washing up, the neatly dressed Darren put on the Marine cloak and pushed the door out.

The fallen leaves are falling in the yard, and the breath of late autumn has come unknowingly, even the leaves are rendered with a touch of golden light.

Darren looked at Drago, who was sleeping on the beach chair in a messy posture, stretched out, and spitting out a big bubble, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

"It's really rough..."

He shook his head and strode out of the yard.

A cautious young figure was already waiting outside the yard, carefully carrying a fresh fruit basket in his hand. When he saw Darren coming out, he immediately trotted over and said respectfully:

"Darren Commodore!! This is your fruit basket."

The young Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade gave a military salute.

Darren took the fruit basket and said with a smile:

"sorry to bother you."

"How could it be!" Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade hurriedly waved his hand.

Darren stuffed another wad of bills.

"Darren Commodore, you are...you have given...that money has not been spent..."

Lieutenant Junior Grade retreated again and again.

"Take it, go buy me a breakfast." Darren said without question, and put the money directly into the hands of the Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade.

Then he pointed to Dorag, who was sleeping sloppily in the yard, and smiled:

"What's more refreshing than a warm breakfast?"

After saying this, Darren turned around and left with the fruit basket in hand, leaving Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade alone with a large stack of colorful banknotes in the wind.

"This... is really too much..."

...

The morning mist has cleared, and the cool wind is blowing on the cheeks, making people feel refreshed.

Darren walked the block unhurriedly, with a calm expression on his face.

He has no habit of using others for free, especially if that person is not your core subordinate.

Living in a place where mafia forces are intertwined like North Blue, Darren has seen some so-called mafia bosses capsize in the gutter more than once, and died at the hands of his younger brother.

Those little guys he used to boss around and look down on the most are often a knife stabbed from behind him when you are at the end of your life.

The human heart is very complicated.

That wad of bills tossed casually meant nothing to Darren.

But for that young Marine, it was a huge sum of money.

The real measure of wealth is not the gold and silver piled up at home, not the numbers deposited in the bank, nor your mansion and private yacht...

It's the hearts of the people you bought.

Maybe Darren won't be able to use that Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade in his life, but there are some things that are better if you don't use them than you don't need them....

Why not let a Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade who is in charge of the daily affairs of the officers in the training camp be grateful to you for hundreds of thousands of Baileys?

As for why not just stuff the money?

No no no, that's not appropriate.

How could it be possible for Darren to do something as illegal as bribery?

He just asked the Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade to help him buy a fruit basket and breakfast.

According to the Marine Lieutenant Junior Grade, it didn't take long for Darren to find his destination.

Before he got close to the yard, standing outside the fence, he heard a burst of violent curses coming from the yard, mixed with the whistling of sticks and the sound of footsteps.

"You brat!! You're all hurt like this!! You're still carrying a stray cat back outside!! Those cats, cats and dogs...there are a lot of them in the house! Animals eat more than people eat many!!"

"Ah, ah, dad, stop chasing!! You can't see, don't fall down later!!"

"Although I can't see your father, I can still hear you!! Don't run, brat!!"

"..."

Hearing the loud noise, Darren couldn't help but smile.

He stepped forward and pushed open the gate of the yard.

The two figures froze there immediately.

The fleeing figure had a cropped cut and bandages all over his body, maintaining a running posture.

Behind him, a blind middle-aged uncle was holding a wooden stick, panting.

The two turned their heads stiffly, bit by bit, to look at Darren.

Darren held up the fruit basket in his hands.

"It seems that your injury is recovering well, Colonel Huoshaoshan."

he smiled.