Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

"I see……"

The rest of the Five Elders looked at each other, and finally smiled wryly.

For Celestial Dragons, the so-called bloodline is important, but not so important.

Those in power have never had mercy and pity.

Only benefits are eternal.

Anyway, something like a son can have a few more at any time.

"What a sensible brat."

"This saves us a lot of tongue."

"One billion Baileys is not a small sum."

"indeed."

Five Elders, you give your review everything.

Saint Damocles smiled and said:

"Darren is a smart kid, maybe after this incident, we can keep in touch with him for a long time."

Hearing this, the eyes of the other Five Elders lit up slightly.

That's a good idea.

Anyone can see that Rogers Darren, the Admiral of North Blue, will sooner or later enter the ranks of the highest decision-making level of the Marine.

With his talent and talent, it might just be a matter of time before he becomes Marine Admiral.

At that time, there will be a Marine Admiral who directly obeys the orders of the World government, and their control over Marine will be greatly increased, and they will also be able to "monitor" other Marine generals.

Seeing the changes in the expressions of several colleagues, Damocles sneered in his heart.

He has already been ranked as the highest authority in the world government, and his power is overwhelming. A casual order and a casual glance can cause a country to perish.

But he wasn't satisfied with that.

His name is Damocles!

The legendary sword that represents the authority of "God"!

His ultimate goal is the seat of "Head of the Five Elders".

It's just that, unlike other Five Elders, the family behind Damocles is not very influential and powerful in the Holy Land.

The support and background of the Holy Land is far inferior to that of several colleagues.

If he wants to step into the position of "under one man", he must seek external forces.

Marine, the largest violent law enforcement agency under the World Government, is his breakthrough point.

Starting from supporting Rogers Darren, let him quickly ascend to the real power position of Marine, and gradually control the power of Marine in his own hands step by step.

At that time, his right to speak in the World government will naturally increase greatly.

"But before that, let's take a look at the results of this investigation."

Saint Damocles changed the subject with a smile, and slowly opened the file in his hand.

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North Blue, Branch 321.

Office of the base chief.

After seeing off Sengoku, Darren returned directly from Bhatia Island with the flying squirrel and others.

"So... Are you sure there is no problem with the Holy Land?"

The flying squirrel looked at Darren who was sitting there calmly smoking a cigar, and finally couldn't hold back his inner curiosity, and asked.

Darren spit out a white smoke like a dragon, squinted and smiled:

"I sent a pretty sincere condolence to the Shields Saint family and they couldn't refuse."

When he said the word "sincere", he deliberately emphasized the tone.

"What condolences?" The flying squirrel asked blankly.

"A billion Baileys."

"What!?"

The flying squirrel gasped and couldn't believe his ears.

A billion Baileys... that's not a small sum.

This is already a whole year's tax for many small and medium kingdoms!

Putting it in the entire North Blue sea area, the tax money Darren and the others collected by supporting countless mafia families and gangster forces, the total amount of the annual sum is only a little over 2 billion Baileys!

And now, in order to send a "condolence", they have directly worked for half a year at North Blue Marine!

Not to mention in their original plan, let alone in their plan and vision, the establishment of the North Blue Marine fleet has a bottomless pit for resources and funding.

"Are you crazy?"

The flying squirrel looked helplessly at the calm Darren.

As Darren's adjutant, he acts as a "steward" and "staff officer".

Seeing Darren "spending" so much money like dirt, Flying Squirrel's heart seemed to be bleeding.

"It's all worth it."

Darren flicked the ash lightly.

"If you lose money, you can make it again, but not everyone has the opportunity to give gifts to Celestial Dragons."

"If I hadn't boarded the line of St. Damocles this time, the merchant ship I sent wouldn't even be qualified to enter the inland sea of ​​the Red Line."

One billion Baileys is indeed a terrible astronomical figure.

You must know that it is only Sea Circle Calendar 1492, the era of great pirates has not yet begun, inflation is far less terrifying than later generations, and Bailey's purchasing power is still strong.

Even for a legendary pirate like Byrnndi Waldo, known as "World Destroyer", the bounty offered is only 200 million Baileys.

1 billion Pele, which is equal to 5 Byrnndi Valdo.

But for the money, Darren thought it was well spent.

In this world, strength always comes first.

Besides, what came second was power, not money.

The flying squirrel heard Darren's answer, thought it over carefully, and found that it was not unreasonable, but it still hurts a little:

"It's still too expensive..."

"Is it expensive?"

Darren looked up at him, then suddenly smiled and said:

"At least I think it's kind of funny."

The flying squirrel asked suspiciously, "You mean..."

Darren leaned back and took a puff on his cigar,

"Celestial Dragons have the supreme power in this world. They can plunder and trade people—anyone—as pigs, dogs, and animals. For them, money is the measure of everything."

"But this time, it shows one thing..."

He paused, and laughed mockingly:

"It turns out that the lives of Celestial Dragons are also valuable."

The flying squirrel smiled bitterly when he heard this.

This unique brain circuit can only be imagined by Darren, a freak full of rebellion and madness in his bones.

a moment later,

The flying squirrel remembered something, and asked slowly:

"The investigation about Marine..."

Darren smiled:

"The report has been submitted, and I will provide everything the government needs unconditionally."

"The sailing conditions of the warships at the time of the incident, the positions of the officers of the Marine... Well, of course, our North Blue Marine is also included."

The flying squirrel frowned, "What about you?"

"I?"

Darren smiled half-smile,

"I, Admiral of North Blue, was of course sitting on Bhatia Island at the time of the incident... sticking to my duties."

"On this point, the owners of the North Blue Marine fleet, and members of the Inspectorate from Naval Headquarters...Major Kake and Major Gion can testify to me."

"Well, the perfect alibi."

After speaking, Darren snuffed out his cigar and put on his Marine cape.

"Let's go, since the masters of the headquarters are gone, we should also work."

The flying squirrel said in astonishment:

"Where are you going?"

Darren's footsteps didn't stop at all, and he pushed the door out.

The cold sea breeze blew the cloak behind him like a tornado dance.

"Money lost from one Celestial Dragon must be recovered from another Celestial Dragon."

The flying squirrel was startled when he heard the words, and then understood instantly.

A name flashed through his mind.

— Don Quixote Doflamingo.

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Thank you so much for everything.