Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Taking advantage of his free time in the past two or three days, Darren took a brief tour of the entire Navy Headquarters, Marineland.

Generally speaking, Malinfando is not an island, but a collection of land similar to an archipelago.

Civilian areas and military areas are artificially divided from administrative planning.

The military zone mainly includes large defensive buildings, including the central military fortress and the oval harbor. Major armories, administrative offices of various military departments, training schools, and the outer sea areas where warships cruise all fall within the scope of the military zone.

The civilian area is also called the living area and commercial area. It is home to the local residents of Malinfando and the family members of the navy. Most of the residences of senior officers are also arranged in the civilian area.

Although Malinfando is the center of the world's righteous forces, there are still relatively prosperous commercial streets in the living area, which are used to supply the normal life and entertainment needs of people here.

In terms of material supplies and commercial trade, the Navy Headquarters will issue trade licenses to some powerful caravans.

These caravans transport goods, food, etc. from all over the world. After arriving at Malinvando, the merchant ships will undergo strict inspection by the headquarters to confirm that they are not carrying dangerous goods before they can deliver the goods to civilian areas.

Sitting on a beach chair in his yard, Darren smoked a cigar and fell into deep thought.

"Buru Buru...Buru Bulu..."

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden call from the military phone bug.

Darren took out a military phone bug from his arms, saw the signal on it, and connected the communication with a smile on his face.

"It's really an honor for me that the powerful Admiral Flying Squirrel of Beihai has time to contact me."

The helpless voice of the flying squirrel came from the phone bug:

"Don't be joking, you guy...the job of Governor of Beihai is really not done by humans."

Darren suddenly became happy.

"Now do you understand the pressure I was under before?"

Over there from the phone bug, Flying Squirrel sat alone in the office of the base director of Branch 321.

There were deep bags under his eyes, and he looked exhausted. He couldn't help but take a puff of his cigar to refresh himself, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I really don't know how you managed to survive before. Forget about the navy's internal affairs, training, procurement, budgeting, exercises, cleaning up pirates... I'm familiar with all of these and can handle them."

His voice suddenly rose to a higher pitch, and his tone was painful.

"But what's with this endless party!?"

"Almost every day there are banquets, parties, wine bureaus, auctions, and wine tastings!! Don't those nobles and dignitaries have anything serious to do?"

"Invitations are sent one after another... especially after they know that you have won the position of "chief" in the headquarters training camp... this kind of social banquet becomes even more crazy."

"Those guys, like sharks smelling blood, are swarming over one by one. There are a total of 10 phone bugs deployed here at the base for communication and receiving civilian requests for help... they ring non-stop every day!"

The flying squirrel's eyes were filled with streaks of bloodshot eyes, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth and nose. His face was full of pain and he said:

"Darren, do you know how I came here in the past half month?"

"Every day I was either drinking or eating, either at a kabuki parlor or at a private gambling house. I was given countless gifts of famous cigarettes and fine wines. I couldn't refuse them. If I wanted to refuse, they would kneel down for me on the spot... There were so many gold and silver treasures that I could even put them in my office. No less!”

"All kinds of beauties were thrust into my arms. When I played a 'pair 3' in a card game, they all said, 'It's too big to afford'..."

“I don’t know how long I can sustain this kind of life.”

He punched the desk hard, his eyes red, and he panted:

"Who do those guys think I am!?"

"I am a righteous navy!!"

Listening to the flying squirrel's complaints, Darren's smile became even stronger, and he couldn't help but joke:

"Colonel Flying Squirrel, you have to understand that what you are living now is a wonderful life that countless people can only dream of."

"——I would rather fight for my life with pirates!"

Listening to Darren's gloating voice, the flying squirrel gnashed his teeth and went crazy.

Darren couldn't help but laugh.

Strength is the shortcut to all ends.

In the face of absolute strength, all power, status, reputation, money... must give way to it.

I used to be able to control the wind and rain in the North Sea. Putting aside the so-called political skills, to put it bluntly, I had absolute power that was powerful enough to suppress the entire North Sea.

Those flattering smiles and those flattering faces are all manifestations of surrender under one's own powerful strength.

After he came to the Navy Headquarters, he took the title of "Chief" in one fell swoop, which meant that Rogers Darren's power was not limited to the North Sea. Even in the navy that looked at the entire world, he had Absolutely dominant!

As a result, the North Sea nobles, businessmen, and political officials who kept inquiring about him naturally came to him like sharks smelling blood, and they knelt down and tried their best to please Darren's deputy and successor Flying Squirrel.

This was Darren's plan from the beginning.

The more ferocious he causes in the Navy Headquarters, the more stable his power in the North Sea will be.

It's just that these social affairs are indeed a bit difficult for Flying Squirrel's serious and calm character.

"Actually, you are just too tight. Relax, Flying Squirrel, and don't feel any psychological pressure."

Darren smiled and said:

"Those so-called banquets and dinner banquets, just refuse them if they are not necessary. We are the navy, and there is no need to entertain those group of drunkards."

"Developing hard power is the most important task. Of course, if the pressure is too much, it is not impossible to go to the Kabuki Theater to relax."

Darren blinked.

The flying squirrel rolled his eyes.

Socializing and socializing were indeed not his strengths, and Darren's words made him feel relieved.

"What's going on over there at Germa 66?"

Darren asked.

Speaking of business, Flying Squirrel instantly entered the state and said seriously:

"There's not much movement for the time being. Our business cooperation with Vinsmoke Gaji is still going on normally."

Darren nodded,

"Where's my lovely godson?"

The flying squirrel slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a deep voice:

"Doflamingo's power is still expanding, and his strength is improving very quickly. A few days ago, he had a conflict with a pirate who had a bounty of more than 30 million. In less than a minute, he was unlucky. The guy chopped it into mincemeat.”

"But generally speaking, he still maintains relative restraint in Beihai and acts according to your rules."

"That's good." Darren smiled with satisfaction, "But then again, you haven't congratulated me on winning the title of chief?"

The flying squirrel said angrily:

"Isn't that natural?"

"By the way, I have to go and get busy Darren. A new batch of weapons from Germa 66 has arrived at the port. I have to check it out."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. When I return to Beihai, I'll treat you to a drink."

Darren said with a smile, which immediately caused the flying squirrel to roll his eyes.

Military phone bug communications were down.

Darren had just put away the phone bug when a head suddenly came close to his eyes, blocking the sunlight.

He grinned with bared teeth and was extremely flattering.

Darren: "..."

"I said you guys, if you run into other people's yards without knocking on the door, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

Darren sighed helplessly.

He had long discovered that this guy was eavesdropping in the corner.

Jiaji chuckled, rubbed his hands and said:

"Um...Darren, can I discuss something with you?"

Darren raised his eyebrows,

"no."

Crisp and neat.

Jiaji's face suddenly fell.

Then,

He suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, hugged Darren's feet tightly with both hands, and cried loudly:

"Please Darren!!!"

"I want to be transferred to Beihai. Doesn't Beihai lack a deputy admiral? I'll be the deputy of the Flying Squirrel!!"

"I also want to live like him!!!"

"That kind of life is not a human life. Let my selfless genius Jia Ji take over it alone. Please!!"

He howled heartbreakingly.

Darren: "..."

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