Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

North Blue, Bhadia Island.

The warship sailed slowly into the port.

The anchor was lowered, and the Marine members of the North Blue321 branch headed by Darren walked off the bordering plate slowly.

As soon as he set foot on the land of Bhatia Island, Darren was surprised.

"It seems to be different from the Bhatia Island in my memory..."

Bhatia Island is one of the transportation hubs of several well-known routes of North Blue. Although the trade throughput is far behind some of the commercial and prosperous islands of the Grand Line, it is also among the best in North Blue.

Many merchant ships and trade caravans will pass through Bhatia Island for supplies, which will also support the economic development of the island.

However, where wealth flows, dirty activities will naturally be hidden, which is common sense in the world.

Because of the wealth and prosperity of Bhatia Island and the convenient transportation, this place has naturally become a place for fishing for oil and water and hiding dirt.

Mafia, underground forces, illegal trade, and even robbery by pirates have become the norm here.

In order to balance the balance of power on Bhatia Island, Darren also spent a lot of effort and energy before.

Even so, Bhatia Island in Darren's impression is still a bustling and chaotic place.

But the scene he saw in front of him was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The once-crowded, oil-stained port of the island has been refreshed with blooms of flowers.

The street looks very neat and tidy, without the slightest pile of garbage, and the street stalls and shops on both sides of the street are now neat and orderly.

The old buildings have been painted with new paint, and the house is painted with white walls and blue roofs, which looks quite grand.

In front of the entrance to the town, a brand new arch was temporarily built, with a height of 10 meters, and the colorful words "Welcome to Mr. Shields Saint" are hung on it.

"Because the Celestial Dragons were shipwrecked and drifted to Bhatia Island, the mayor of this island immediately issued a decree to rectify the city appearance, and spent a lot of tax money to renovate some dilapidated buildings..."

The flying squirrel walked to Darren's side and explained in a low voice:

"As for the color of this house... It is said that the city government is trying to imitate the decoration style of the Holy Land Mariejois, so that the world's nobles can feel at home here."

Gion and Kake on the side were stunned.

Darren couldn't help but smile.

It seems that no matter which world you are in, there is such a thing as "image engineering".

But this is also normal.

Celestial Dragons are self-proclaimed "gods" in this sea, and they have supreme power.

For a small place like North Blue, there are very few opportunities for local consuls to witness the true face of the world's nobles on weekdays.

Now it happens that a Celestial Dragons who encountered an "accident" came to the area under his jurisdiction. Of course, the mayor has to behave well, even if he tries to make a good impression, maybe the nobles of the world will be happy in the future, and a casual sentence can make him go. On the pinnacle of life.

"interesting."

Darren nodded with a smile, turned to look at Gion and the others, and ordered:

"Let's take your troops in first, set up a protective circle around the area where Shields St. is active, and pay attention to checking for suspicious people to ensure that no emergencies occur."

While he's not interested in protecting the swine-like Celestial Dragons, he'd even like to take out one or two if he can.

But since this is an order from the headquarters, Darren will naturally do his best.

After all, as far as the moment is concerned, the mission this time is likely to determine his political future in Marine.

If something happens to Celestial Dragons under his protection, Sengoku probably won't be able to protect himself.

Darren doesn't want to leave Marine.

Being a pirate has no future, he doesn't want to be chased by Marine all over the sea.

Darren doesn't think he is a good person, but he still has a bottom line in doing things. He can't do things like running to be a pirate and plundering civilians.

Not to mention that for a traverser like him without cheats, Marine, which has a relatively complete training system, is undoubtedly the best choice.

On top of that, he put too much energy and heart into North Blue to let it go.

"how about you?"

Gion frowned at Darren.

Of course, she had heard about the bad character of that group of Celestial Dragons, and of course she was not willing to protect them in her heart.

"I have to go to our mayor to hand over the task first. After all, it is the city government's militia that is responsible for the security of Celestial Dragons."

Darren smiled and said to Gion and Probe:

"Since you're here, you have to say hello to the local government anyway."

"You don't have to worry. The specific security work is mainly carried out by Major Flying Squirrel. You only need to assist from the side."

"After all, you two just came to North Blue, and you are not very familiar with the business here."

After speaking, Darren turned his gaze to the flying squirrel,

"They leave it to you."

The flying squirrel nodded.

Seeing that Darren had directly issued an order, Gion couldn't force it, and stayed in place silently, watching Darren get into a carriage and head towards the city hall.

"Then let's go this way, Major Gion, Major Kake."

The flying squirrel greeted with a smile, then turned around and set off with a group of subordinates according to the designated destination.

He knew that Darren was going to meet the mayor to discuss some matters, and it would be inconvenient to bring Gion and Kaji with him.

Gion and Kake looked at each other, hesitating to speak, but in the end they didn't say anything, and followed quickly.

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Bhatia Island.

City Hall.

Darren walked into the mayor's office led by a sexy secretary in professional attire.

The interior of the office is upscale and magnificent.

Animal skin carpets are laid on the smooth marble floor, and oil paintings that are known to be expensive at first glance are hung on the walls.

"It's really disappointing to welcome a distinguished guest, Colonel Darren, please forgive me."

Without waiting for a long time, a flattering laugh sounded.

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit trotting in sweating profusely. He was obese and bulging his high-end suit, looking like a ball.

"Mayor Hunter is busy with government affairs, I'm the one who bothered you."

Darren smiled, took the cigar that Mayor Hunter respectfully handed over, and sat down on the soft leather sofa unceremoniously.

"Where is it, Colonel Darren, you also understand... Mr. Shields Saint came to Bhatia Island, and the place is already very busy."

Hunter took out a silk square from his pocket, wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled.

Darren nodded and lit his cigar.

"Understandable, after all, this is a rare event in decades."

"I came this way, and I was quite surprised to see the brand-new Bhatia Island. It is estimated that Shields Saint will also be satisfied with your arrangement, Mr. Mayor."

Hunter was overjoyed when he heard that,

"That's good, that's good."

He had prepared a document and handed it to Darren with both hands.

"Look, Colonel Darren, this is the situation on Bhatia Island in the past six months..."

Watching Darren take the file and flip through it casually, Hunter explained carefully:

"Under your awe, the two major mafia families in Bhatia Island have maintained relative restraint in the past six months, and paid the required taxes on time."

Darren glanced at the number at the end of the file, and smiled with satisfaction:

"Well, they're pretty safe."

Hunter nodded and bowed:

"Of course, who in North Blue dare not give you face?"

he said with trepidation, stooping even lower.

Others don't know, how could Hunter, as the mayor, not know what the man in front of him is doing?

Bhatia Island used to be full of mafia gangs fighting each other, and there were constant conflicts due to the competition for territory. Bloodshed was the norm.

It wasn't until a year ago that Darren, the newly appointed base chief of Branch 321, came to Bhatia Island and almost uprooted the mafia with the most powerful and ruthless means.

To this day, Hunter still clearly remembers that hellish scene.

Rivers of blood flowed in the streets and corpses piled up like mountains.

The man in front of him stood there covered in blood, and the only two remaining mafia family leaders knelt down before him tremblingly.

Since that day,

No more gang vendettas and turf wars on Bhatia.

The two remaining mafia families have separated each other into a fixed territory, the river does not violate the well water, and they regularly hand over half of their income as "taxes".

Because of the eradication of underworld fighting, civilians can recuperate, the social environment is stable, and the economy of Bhatia Island has also developed vigorously.

"Well, I still say that, you tell them for me..."

Darren let out a breath of smoke slowly,

"As long as they don't go overboard, I'll just turn a blind eye."

"As long as they keep themselves safe...money will always be earned."

"But I don't want to see any incidents of civilian bloodshed in my jurisdiction."

He smiled,

"After all, I'm a righteous Marine...Are you right, Mayor Hunter."

Hunter nodded in fear, and said with a smile:

"That's for sure. Who in North Blue doesn't know that Colonel Darren is a symbol of justice?"

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