Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Chapter 158 Comrade or Enemy

"Be patient, Cap.

Looking at Garp who had calmed down a little but was still pacing back and forth anxiously, Cyborg sighed and spoke.

Garp paused and asked anxiously:

"Old man Kong, do you think Darren can arrive earlier than Sakaski and Porusalino?"

What if... what if Sakaski finds Dorag first, the situation will be out of control.

Cyborg Kong didn't look nervous.

The brows revealed the same composure and fortitude as always.

He pondered for a long time, and under Garp's expectant eyes, he slowly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"That guy Darren is far more familiar with the situation and knowledge of the North Sea than all of us."

"Although Sakaski and Porusalino also served in the North Sea, don't forget that the one who truly has the highest control over the North Sea is Darren, the 'King of the North Sea.'"

"He won't let you down."

After hearing Cyborg Kong's judgment, Garp breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

He murmured over and over again.

When it comes to the danger of his son's life, his behavior at this time is completely different from the passionate and reckless naval hero in the past. Instead, he has become cautious and uneasy.

"But, are you ready?"

Cyborg asked coldly.

Garp was stunned, looked at Cyborg Kong with confusion, and met the latter's serious eyes.

"From today on, your son will become the biggest enemy of the world government...and even our navy."

"No, that boy Dorag has a strong sense of justice and will never be an enemy of our navy..."

"——This has nothing to do with his personal will!"

Cyborg interrupted Garp coldly:

"No matter what he wants to do in the future, from the moment he killed the Tianlong people, he was destined to embark on a path of no return!"

"He will definitely stand against the world government and our navy!"

"There is no need to doubt that even putting aside his great strength and talent, Dorag also knows too many secrets about our navy and government."

"He is familiar with our navy's personnel, combat capabilities, fleet deployment, base layout, intelligence network distribution and even the encryption method of military phone bug communications..."

"Now, the fact that he 'defected' is inevitable, and I'm afraid the World Government will issue an unprecedentedly huge bounty to him."

"Your son will become the 'most dangerous criminal' in the world!"

"So, are you ready for this, Cap?"

Cyborg Kong's aggressive questioning made Garp's face change slightly.

Will his son...become his enemy...?

This thought kept echoing in Garp's mind like a nightmare.

He stood there, struggling with his expression for a long time, then took a deep breath, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm... ready, Marshal Kong."

"very good."

Cyborg Kong laughed with satisfaction.

He reached out and picked up the military phone bug in front of him and dialed a certain signal.

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

Just when the phone call rang, Cyborg Kong stood up from his seat and walked towards the door.

The moment he passed by Garp, he paused slightly, raised his hand and patted the former's shoulder, and whispered:

"Now, think about the last thing you want to say to Dorag, Darren will help you convey it."

After saying that, Cyborg Kong walked out of the office directly.

There was enough space left for Garp to say his final farewell.

"Blue!"

At this time, the phone bug communication was connected.

"Marshal Kong, I'm Darren."

A low voice came from over there, and there was a faint sound of howling wind around.

Garp stared at the phone bug blankly and took steps with great difficulty.

Walked over step by step.

"Boy Darren, it's me."

he hissed.

The phone buzzed for a moment, and a second later, Darren's voice came out again.

Only this time, the wind noise in the background obviously disappeared, becoming quiet and solemn:

"Lieutenant General Garp, tell me."

Garp's lips trembled, his eyes were blank, and muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly bared his teeth and smiled:

"Tell that kid to live."

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Dorag's hands were shaking.

Even though half a day had passed since the incident, his bloody hands... were still trembling.

The military uniform and cape that he was proud of in the past had to be abandoned, replaced by a military green hooded coat that covered most of his face.

He tried hard to recall the reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance knowledge he learned in military school, erased as much traces of his whereabouts as possible, secretly boarded an inconspicuous caravan ship, and came to the island.

It is not a good idea to continue to stay in this sea area.

With the huge energy of the world government, it is only a matter of time before they find their traces.

As a former core general of the Navy Headquarters, and with his unique identity and background, Dolag knew the group of CP scoundrels under the World Government very well.

That group of cruel and violent beasts have very sensitive dog noses.

We must find a way to reach the Grand Line, or even the New World!

Only in that vast and endless chaotic sea can I take a breather from the endless pursuit and find that slim glimmer of hope!

The thoughts in his brain were extremely chaotic, like a tangled ball of thread.

Dolag walked on the busy commercial street, feeling a little confused.

The noise, bustle and crowds around him made him feel at a loss.

He subconsciously tightened his hooded coat, as if the lackluster sunshine made him unable to open his eyes.

He still remembers the smell of blood.

Mixed with the stench of sweat, spirits, and bullet smoke, there were also screams, shattering sounds, cries, and hideous laughter.

Recalling that moment not long ago, the moment when the anger welled up in my heart...

He couldn't control himself anymore.

There is no gap between making a decision and executing the action.

So the result was revealed.

That hateful face turned from arrogant and domineering to frightened and begging for mercy in an instant, and then his head exploded in front of his eyes like a watermelon.

What does that feel like?

Dolag couldn't understand now.

Licking his chapped lips, he wrapped his hood tightly, randomly found a roadside tavern on the street, and shouted to the boss for a bottle of wine in a suppressed voice.

He sat down at the table under the shade of the trees.

"Are you alone?"

The boss quickly brought a bottle of wine and asked with a smile. He was not surprised by this customer who was wrapped in a hooded coat on a hot day.

Dorag was about to nod, but he said in a strange way:

"Two cups, thank you."

The boss smiled and put down the two cups, turned around and left.

Dorag sat there quietly, looking at the dark green wine in front of him in ecstasy.

He didn't drink.

As if waiting for something.

Waiting for someone.

Maybe it's to say that sentence, or maybe it's to say a final goodbye.

Anyone can do it.

He waited patiently.

One minute,

five minutes,