Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Clear sunlight is projected in from the glass window, and the mottled shadows of the trees are printed on the walls, making it comfortable and leisurely.

Darren opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.

The room is not big, but it is very clean.

He sat up slowly and checked his condition as a habit.

As that kind of precise body perception unfolds, one's own "personal attribute panel" also appears.

Physical fitness: 65.131

Strength: 63.135

Speed: 63.591

Fruit: 74.167

Compared with the last time, all data have increased significantly.

The most obvious increase was in physical strength. Sure enough, Roger's "Divine Avoidance" that almost killed him was not in vain, and physical strength increased by at least 2 points.

As for the other three statistics, strength, speed and fruit, they have all increased more than a little.

It's hard to imagine that this is just an improvement brought about by one battle.

Darren secretly estimated that if he used the kind of training method he used in Beihai, even if the training intensity was stretched to the limit that his body could bear, it would take at least three months to achieve the same effect.

And this was just an extremely short fight.

But it makes sense.

A hundred simulation exercises are not as good as one actual battle.

The thrill of adrenaline soaring between life and death, the oppressive feeling where every cell, muscle and nerve is squeezed to the limit, as if suffocated... it is simply not something that can be created by conventional practice.

Sure enough, only by fighting with strong men can you stimulate your physical potential to the greatest extent and break through the limits.

"If I could come here a few more times..."

Thinking of this, Darren's mind became active and he couldn't help but muttered, but he soon stopped laughing.

A simple stab almost killed him, and he was just lucky enough to survive. This also had to be taken into account that Roger didn't use his full strength.

If it were a real fight, there was no way he could survive in Roger's hands.

That sword that even ghosts and gods must retreat from...

Darren couldn't help but clenched his fists.

call……

After several seconds, he took a long breath and got up to wash up.

After the duel match in the training camp, they have about three days of free time as training camp students.

On the one hand, people will inevitably be injured in the duel and need to receive treatment and recuperation. On the other hand, these students from all over the world should be given sufficient time to become familiar with the environment and living habits of Marinefando.

After briefly washing up, the neatly dressed Darren put on his navy cape and pushed out the door.

The fallen leaves were falling in the yard, and the breath of late autumn had arrived unknowingly, and even the leaves were tinged with a faint golden light.

Darren looked at Dolag sleeping in a messy posture on the beach chair, with his arms stretched out and a big bubble spitting out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but rub his temples.

"It's really rough..."

He shook his head and strode out of the yard.

A restrained young figure was already waiting outside the yard, carefully holding a fresh fruit basket in his hand. When he saw Darren coming out, he immediately trotted over and said with a respectful expression:

"Brigadier General Darren!! This is the fruit basket you asked for."

The young naval lieutenant gave a military salute.

Darren took the fruit basket and said with a smile:

"sorry to bother you."

"How could it be possible!" The navy lieutenant waved his hand hurriedly.

Darren stuffed another wad of bills into his pocket.

"Brigadier Darren, you are...you have already given...the money has not been used up yet..."

The lieutenant stepped back.

"Take it and go buy me a breakfast." Darren said without any doubt and put the money directly into the hands of the navy lieutenant.

Then he pointed at Dolag who was sleeping in a scrawled posture in the yard, and smiled:

“What’s more refreshing than a warm breakfast?”

After saying this, Darren turned around and left with the fruit basket, leaving the navy lieutenant alone with a large wad of colorful banknotes in his hand, messy in the wind.

"This... is really too much..."

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The morning fog has dissipated, and the cool wind blows on the cheeks, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Darren walked slowly down the block, looking calm.

He has no habit of giving free rein to others, especially if that person is not your core subordinate.

Living in a place like Beihai where mafia forces are intertwined, Darren has seen some so-called mafia bosses capsize in the gutter and die at the hands of his younger brothers more than once.

Those little minions that he used to boss around and looked down upon the most were often the knife that stabbed him from behind when you were at the end of your rope.

The human heart is very complex.

The wad of bills thrown out casually was nothing to Darren.

But for the young navy man, it was a huge sum of money.

The true measure of wealth is not the wealth piled up at home, the numbers stored in the bank, or your mansion and private yacht...

But the hearts of the people you bought.

Maybe Darren will never need that navy lieutenant in his life, but for some things, it is better to "have but not use" than "not have but need"...

With just a few hundred thousand Baileys, why not let a naval lieutenant who is responsible for the daily affairs of the officers in the training camp burst into tears of gratitude to you?

As for why not just stuff the money?

No, no, no, that's not appropriate.

How could Darren do something like bribery, which is against discipline and regulations?

He just asked the navy lieutenant to help him buy a fruit basket and breakfast.

According to the navy lieutenant, it didn't take long for Darren to find his destination.

Before approaching the yard, standing outside the fence, he heard a burst of violent curses coming from the yard, mixed with the whistling of sticks and the sound of footsteps.

"You brat!! You are so injured!! You even picked up a stray cat outside!! There are a lot of cats and dogs in the house! Animals eat more than people. many!!"

"Ah ah ah ah daddy, stop chasing me!! You can't see me, don't fall down later!!"

"Although I can't see your dad, I can still hear you!! Don't run away, you brat!!"

"..."

Darren couldn't help but smile when he heard the noise.

He stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard door.

The two figures suddenly froze there.

The escaping figure had a shaved head and bandages all over his body, maintaining an escaping posture.

Behind him, a blind middle-aged man was holding a wooden stick and panting.

The two stiffly turned their heads little by little and looked at Darren.

Darren raised the fruit basket in his hand.

"It seems that you are recovering well from your injuries, Colonel Huoshaoshan."

He smiled.

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