Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Chapter 67 Life Is Simple

In the evening, the base chief's office.

Darren was still naked from the upper body, biting a lighted cigar, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the entire 321 Branch from a high position.

Warships are patrolling the island according to a fixed route, and the Marine formation is looming on the school field, and there are occasional shouts and beating sounds.

Marine soldiers in military uniforms perform daily preparation and maintenance on forts and docked warships.

The setting sun shines in from the floor-to-ceiling glass window, reflecting on Colonel Marine's tall figure, casting a long shadow.

Smoke shrouded his face, making his eyes look even deeper.

"The progress of strength is indeed getting slower and slower..."

At a certain moment, Darren exhaled a stream of smoke and sighed helplessly.

He looked down at the wounds on his palms and chest.

The wound has completely scabbed over, and I estimate that after a good night's sleep, I'll feel better when I wake up tomorrow.

His superhuman physique gave him strong defense and also greatly enhanced his own recovery power.

The "regular" training in the past has basically been unable to improve his various statistics.

Simply put, it means that the body has completely adapted to this intensity of external stress and stimulation.

So after he came back from the Germa Kingdom, he decided to rope in Flying Squirrel, Gion and Kaki for "special training".

On the one hand, it can help them realize their talents faster and improve their strength.

On the other hand, it also puts new pressure and stimulation on yourself.

The combination of the three of them is far from enough to put enough pressure on Darren, but when fighting and sparring with them, the various data of his body are loosened and improved after all.

In any case, the talents of the three flying squirrels are among the best in the entire sea.

Thinking of this, Darren gradually immersed himself in his mind, and through the talent of "perception", he clearly understood his physical condition, and thus obtained his own "data panel".

Physical fitness: 61.753

Strength: 57.192

Speed: 59.241

Fruit: 72.111

In addition to the ability of Devil Fruit, in the past nearly a month, the three values of physical fitness, strength and speed have been increased by 0.5-0.8, but they have stagnated infinitely.

Most of them benefited from the "special training" with the three people in the past ten days.

As for the development of Devil Fruit, progress is even slower.

tuk tuk tuk...

At this time, a gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Darren's contemplation.

"Come in."

He whispered back.

The door to the office was pushed open, and a flying squirrel wearing a straight military uniform and a military cap strode in.

Darren poured a glass of ice-cold whiskey and handed it to the flying squirrel, smiling:

"how do you feel?"

The flying squirrel took the wine glass and grinned wryly:

"It's not that great. Not everyone is like a lunatic like you, who likes to enjoy the pleasure of fighting and pain."

In the past ten days of "special training", he had not had a good night's sleep at all... After the special training every day, all the bones in his body seemed to fall apart.

Even lying on the bed, the muscles are sore.

Darren shrugged and smiled:

"Pain is a good thing, it reminds you that you are alive."

"In battle, using my own body to feel the opponent's attack allows me to perceive the opponent's strength, speed, physique, and even will more clearly, so as to find flaws."

The flying squirrel rolled his eyes angrily.

Picking up the wine glass, he raised his head and drank it down.

Darren is like this. Many times he can rely on his speed and instant burst to avoid the opponent's attacks.

But he is often unwilling to do so.

The roughness and wildness of his fighting style were in sharp contrast to the flexibility, cunning and smoothness of his political skills.

Between dodge and head-on, he always chooses the latter.

This is a fighting style he has developed over the years, perhaps influenced by his former boss, Sakazuki.

He likes to exchange injuries for injuries, and fights with his opponents at the most dangerous moment...

This kind of person is the most difficult opponent you never want to meet.

Like a mad, hungry wolf,

Even if the internal organs are smashed,

Even if the hands and feet are broken,

Before it dies, it will grin grinningly and bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent's body with its remaining sharp teeth.

Hearing the flying squirrel's complaint, Darren smiled disapprovingly and refilled his glass of wine.

"It's not a good habit to like to dodge in battle. It will make you cowardly, cowering, and hesitant."

"Once you form the habit of dodging in combat, you will subconsciously rely on it, and it will be easy for the enemy to predict your actions."

"It's a habit to leave a retreat in battle. You may have a retreat, but you also lose your chance of winning."

"Having the habit of dodging is not a good thing for the growth of personal strength."

"Will, boldness, determination to win, the crisis between life and death... This is the biggest key to improving combat power."

After thinking about it, Darren couldn't help but add something.

"On this sea, there is only one Polusalino."

The yin and yang face of that "monster" emerged in his mind, even if he was as serious as a flying squirrel, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

He sighed and said with emotion:

"But every time you fight for your life without leaving an escape route, how many lives do you have to fight for?"

Darren picked up his glass and took a sip.

"Who knows?"

His deep eyes drifted to the distant sea, the smoke of the cigar lingered on his flawless, stern profile, and his steady and powerful voice echoed in the empty office.

"But people only live once, and I just want to live happily."

"I think, in fact, life is very simple, either go forward or go back."

"Back... naturally, it's not a problem."

"Even when it happened for the first time, you would hypocritically comfort yourself 'it's okay, just let it go, just for a while, hide for a while, and then get back to the scene...', but in fact, with the first Once, there will be a second time."

"Backing back again and again, dodging again and again, compromising again and again... Can you still be the original person?"

"There are too many reasons to back down, and only one reason to go forward, but this one is enough."

A smile gradually formed on Darren's mouth.

"I'd rather die than lose."

He clenches his fist.

"Laozi is going to win."

The flying squirrel fell silent for a moment.

Listening to the meaningful words, it was clear to him that Darren wasn't just talking about the fight.

Isn't the meaning of these words a reflection of Darren's countless choices in the past?

One step back, one step back.

When fighting, so.

Facing the world's leading military power Germa 66, this is the case.