Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Taking advantage of his free time in the past two or three days, Darren took a brief tour of the entire Naval Headquarters Marineford.

Generally speaking, Marineford is not an island, but a collection of land similar to an archipelago.

Civilian areas and military areas are artificially divided from administrative planning.

The military zone mainly includes large defensive buildings, including the central military fortress and the oval harbor. Major armories, administrative offices of various military departments, training schools, and the outer sea areas where warships cruise all fall within the scope of the military zone.

The civilian area is also called the living area and commercial area. It is home to the local residents of Marineford and Marine's family members. Most of the residences of senior military officers are also arranged in the civilian area.

Although Marineford is the center of justice in the world, there are still relatively prosperous commercial streets in the living area, which are used to provide the normal living and entertainment needs of people here.

In terms of material supplies and commercial trade, the Naval Headquarters will issue trade licenses to some powerful caravans.

These caravans transport goods, food, etc. from all over the world. After arriving at Marineford, the merchant ships will undergo strict inspection by the headquarters to confirm that they do not carry dangerous goods before they can deliver the goods to civilian areas.

Sitting on a beach chair in his yard, Darren smoked a cigar and fell into deep thought.

"Blu, blu... blu, blu..."

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden call from the military phone bug.

Darren took out a military phone bug from his arms, saw the signal on it, and connected the communication with a smile on his face.

"It's an honor for me that the powerful North Blue Admiral Flying Squirrel has time to contact me."

The helpless voice of the flying squirrel came from the phone bug:

"Don't be joking, you guy...the job of Governor of North Blue is really not done by humans."

Darren suddenly became happy.

"Now do you understand the pressure I was under before?"

Over there from the phone bug, Flying Squirrel sat alone in the office of the base director of Branch 321.

There were deep bags under his eyes, and he looked exhausted. He couldn't help but take a puff of his cigar to refresh himself, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I really don't know how you managed to survive before. Forget about Marine's internal affairs, training, procurement, budgeting, exercises, cleaning up pirates... I'm familiar with all of those and can handle them."

His voice suddenly rose to a higher pitch, and his tone was painful.

"But what's with this endless party!?"

"Almost every day there are banquets, parties, wine bureaus, auctions, and wine tastings!! Don't those nobles and dignitaries have anything serious to do?"

"Invitations are sent one after another... especially after they know that you have won the position of "chief" in the headquarters training camp... this kind of social banquet becomes even more crazy."

"Those guys, like sharks smelling blood, rushed over one by one. There are a total of 10 phone bugs deployed on the base to communicate and receive civilians asking for help... they ring non-stop every day!"

The flying squirrel's eyes were filled with streaks of bloodshot eyes, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth and nose. His face was full of pain and he said:

"Darren, do you know how I came here in the past month and a half?"

"Every day, whether it's drinking or eating, whether it's a kabuki hall or a private gambling game, I have no way to refuse the countless gifts of famous cigarettes and wine. If I want to refuse them, they will kneel down on the spot...there are so many gold and silver treasures that I can put them all in the office. No more!"

"All kinds of beauties were thrust into my arms. When I played a 'pair 3' in a card game, they all said, 'It's too big to afford'..."

“I don’t know how long I can sustain this kind of life.”

He punched the desk hard, his eyes red, and he panted:

"Who do those guys think I am!?"

"I'm a righteous Marine!!"

Listening to the flying squirrel's complaints, the smile on Darren's lips became even stronger, and he couldn't help but joke:

"Colonel Flying Squirrel, you have to understand that what you are living now is a wonderful life that countless people can only dream of."

"——I would rather fight for my life with pirates!"

Listening to Darren's gloating voice, the flying squirrel gnashed his teeth and went crazy.

Darren couldn't help but laugh.

Strength is the shortcut to all ends.

In the face of absolute strength, all power, status, reputation, money... must give way to it.

I used to be able to call the wind and rain in North Blue. Putting aside the so-called political skills, to put it bluntly, I have an absolutely powerful strength that can suppress the entire North Blue sea area.

Those flattering smiles and those flattering faces are all manifestations of surrender under one's own powerful strength.

And after he came to Naval Headquarters, he took off the title of "Chief" in one fell swoop, which means that his Rogers Darren's strength is not limited to North Blue, even in Marine, which looks at the whole world, is Absolutely dominant!

In this way, those North Blue nobles, businessmen, and political officials who kept inquiring about their own news, naturally came to the door like a shark smelling blood, and bowed their knees to Darren's deputy and successor, Flying Squirrel, and tried their best to please.

This was Darren's plan from the beginning.

The more he causes trouble in Naval Headquarters, the more stable his power in North Blue will be.

It's just that these social affairs are indeed a bit difficult for Flying Squirrel's serious and calm character.

"Actually, you're just too tight. Relax, Flying Squirrel, don't have any psychological pressure."

Darren smiled and said:

"Those so-called wine and dinner banquets are rejected directly without any need. We are Marine, and there is no need to entertain those group of banquets."

"Developing hard power is the most important task. Of course, if the pressure is too great, it is not impossible to go to a Kabuki hall to relax."

Darren blinked.

The flying squirrel rolled his eyes.

Entertainment and communication are indeed not his forte, and Darren's words made him feel relieved.

"How's Germa 66 going?"

Darren asked.

Speaking of business, the flying squirrel instantly entered the state, and said seriously:

"There is not much movement at the moment, our business cooperation with Vinsmoke Judge is still going on normally."

Darren nodded,

"Where's my lovely godson?"

The flying squirrel exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice:

"Doflamingo's power is still expanding, and his strength is improving rapidly. A few days ago, he clashed with a pirate who offered a bounty of more than 30 million, and cut the unlucky guy into pieces in less than a minute. Minced meat."

"But overall he's been relatively restrained at North Blue, playing by your rules."

"That's good." Darren smiled with satisfaction, "But then again, haven't you congratulated me on winning the first place?"

The flying squirrel said unhappily:

"Isn't it natural?"

"By the way, I have to get busy Darren, Germa 66 has a new batch of weapons arriving at the port, I have to check."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. When I return to North Blue, I invite you to drink."

Darren smiled and immediately drew the flying squirrel's eyes.

The military phone bug communication was interrupted.

Darren had just put away the phone bug when a head suddenly moved over in front of him, blocking the sunlight.

Grinning with a grin, extremely flattering.

Darren: "..."

"I said you guys, you ran into other people's yards without knocking, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

Darren sighed helplessly.

He had already discovered that this guy was eavesdropping in the corner.

Jiaji laughed straight, rubbed his hands together and said:

"Well... Darren, can I discuss something with you?"

Darren raised his eyebrows,

"no."

Crisp and neat.

Jia Ji's face suddenly collapsed.

Then,

He fell to his knees with a thud, wrapped his arms around Darren's feet tightly, and wailed loudly:

"Please Darren!!!"

"I want to transfer to North Blue, isn't North Blue short of a deputy admiral? I'm going to be the deputy of the flying squirrel!!"

"I want to live his life too!!!"

"That kind of life is not lived by human beings, let me, a selfless and dedicated genius, take over alone, please!!"

He howled heart-piercingly.

Darren: "..."

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Thank you so much for everything.