Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

Chapter 72 Thank You, Godfather

squeak...

The door of the classical-style luxury villa slowly opened.

The icy and biting wind gushed out from behind the thick bronze gate, and rushed towards his face, drowning Doflamingo's figure in the past, and blowing the pink feather coat behind him.

The whole world seemed to stop at this moment.

It was as if something invisible was broken in the air.

Dead silence suddenly fell.

The originally menacing Torebol four...and the hundreds of Donquixote Family members behind them holding blood-stained knives, instantly held their breath and did not dare to move.

They stared blankly at the picture in the hall of the villa. With a grunt, they rolled their throats and swallowed their saliva. A thin layer of cold sweat gradually appeared on their foreheads.

The originally chaotic and noisy world became silent.

tick tock,

The sound of some kind of liquid dripping to the ground resounded in the silent world, making everyone nervous to the point of Ultimate's heart.

They saw this picture——

Flames burn in ancient fireplaces in the domed hall.

The beating light and shadow intertwine with each other, overtly or covertly outlining the outline of the hall.

A Madara oval conference table with traces of time is placed in the center of the hall. The intricately carved stained glass windows on the walls on both sides shine dimly, and there are oil paintings full of religious atmosphere on the circular dome.

A man hangs on the black wall above the fireplace.

To be precise, there was a corpse hanging.

He had a neat slicked back hair and wore a Mafia-style suit with a lapel collar. There was a blood-red rose on his chest, and his head hung down weakly.

A gleaming metal spear penetrated deeply into his heart, penetrated his body, and nailed his entire body to the wall.

The blood from the wound continued to flow down his suit, trousers, and leather shoes, dripping to the ground.

...forming the "ticking" sound they heard.

They suddenly recognized the identity of the body.

This is the ultimate goal of their profession.

——The head of the Rodriguez family, the underworld tycoon who controls one-third of North Blue’s illegal industry, Rodriguez Michael.

And now, he is dead.

Like some kind of religious and mysterious ritual, hanging on the wall.

On his lowered head, the pair of empty pupils stared directly at all of them.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be showing them a mocking smile.

Torebol and the others suddenly felt their whole bodies tremble, and their pores stood up.

They subconsciously moved their gazes to somewhere in the hall.

In the dim hall with flickering firelight.

There was a man sitting at the main seat of the conference round table.

The firelight could dispel the darkness, but it could not illuminate the man's face.

His face seemed to be forever hidden in shadow.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to expose himself, the world will never discover him.

Torebol and the others could barely see the outline of his figure.

A crisp black suit, a white shirt, a cool black tie, and black military boots.

He sat there with his legs crossed, his fingers holding a cigar gently tapping the conference table, and his sharp and deep eyes looking at them casually in the darkness.

He is smiling.

Although they couldn't see clearly, this thought came to all of Torebol's minds.

"It came just in time."

Darren spoke slowly, breaking the silence.

Light and shadow flowed, and the firelight finally illuminated his face.

He was indeed smiling.

"Well done."

He looked at the young figure of the flamingo with praise.

Doflamingo was silent.

Dead silence.

Torebol and others could clearly see that his fists were clenched tightly, trembling, and clenched tightly.

They could only see Doflamingo's back, but they could guess that their young master's face looked absolutely ugly at this time.

At this time, a whistling sound of a telephone bug suddenly sounded.

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

Darren took out the military phone bug from his pocket and connected the signal:

"it's me."

A deep voice slowly came from the phone bug:

"Report to Base Commander Darren, as of 5 minutes ago, all our operations have ended."

"... 17 well-known underworld forces, including the Snooker, Vincent and Rockefeller families, have all been wiped out under the light of justice!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Donquixote Family suddenly took a breath.

The underground world of North Blue...all suppressed by Marine! ?

Unprecedented fear flooded into their brains instantly, making their faces extremely pale.

The North Blue Marine has carried out a bloody cleansing of the underground world... and now the highest officer of the North Blue Marine stands in front of them, plus the body of the head of the Rodriguez family...

Everyone shuddered.

Could it be...their Donquixote Family...was also the target of the Marine purge?

"Well, I see, you have done a good job, I am very satisfied."

Darren replied to the phone bug:

"Let's go back to the voyage. I still have a little thing to deal with here, and I will go back soon."

"Yes, Master Base."

The military phone bug lost communication.

Putting away the phone bug, Darren smoked a cigar and slowly stood up from the main seat.

Following his casual movement, thousands of people in the Donquixote Family took a step back in unison.

Only one person did not move.

Doflamingo remained where he was, silent.

His clenched fists trembled even more.

I don't know what kind of violent impulse he is restraining.

Darren walked towards him step by step.

The complexions of several people in Torrebol changed slightly. Just as they were about to make a move, an inadvertent look from Colonel Marine made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they dared not move.

With the sound of military boots rubbing against the ground, Darren finally walked in front of Doflamingo.

He condescendingly looked down at the blond kid with gritted teeth and a cloudy expression in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Here's a gift from you, Dover."

His tone is very kind, as if the elder cares for the younger generation he dotes on.

"From this moment on, the underground world of North Blue... is yours."

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and held out his hand, quietly waiting for Doflamingo's response.

"How do you like it?"

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

Everyone in Torrebol looked at the motionless back of their young master, their hearts were beating rapidly, and they were sweating profusely.

Why surrender to...