Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Are you kidding me?

Zefa glanced at Darren faintly, a vein bulging on his forehead.

"Ahem, actually, Teacher Zefa, although there are problems with the King's Shichibukai system, it is not completely worthless."

Darren saw the old man's clenched fists, his eyes twitched, and he hurriedly explained.

With his current physical condition, if he was beaten up by Zefa, he would suffer a lot.

"What is the value of granting pirates the right to legally plunder?"

Zefa glanced at him and said angrily:

"This in itself is an affront to justice!"

"What will the world think of our Navy?"

"The evil that had to be vanquished in the first place has suddenly been wiped clean of all the evil and blood stained on our bodies. What will the people think of our navy!?"

Darren said slowly:

"What you say makes sense, but from another perspective, the implementation of the King's Shichibukai system can indeed ease the pressure on our navy to fight against pirates."

"The most important thing is that we can't stop this, can we Mr. Zefa?"

Zefa immediately fell silent.

Speechless.

This is a fact.

The proposal and implementation of the Shichibukai system came from the world government, not their navy.

This was also confirmed by him from the Warring States Period.

The general trend is the trend, not to mention him, a retired former navy admiral, not even the old man Kong can disobey the orders of the World Government.

Seeing Zefa's unwilling expression, Darren sighed and continued:

"But that doesn't mean our navy can't do anything."

Zefa was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Darren expectantly.

"Is there anything you can do?"

This kid is very smart, even more sinister than Warring States. Maybe he really has something to do.

Darren smiled and said:

"Our navy cannot prevent the implementation of the King's Shichibukai system, but we can ensure that every Shichibukai will obey the orders of our navy."

Well, follow my orders.

"'Sand Crocodile' Crocodile is the best example."

"Teacher Zefa, you also know how dangerous that guy is, but haven't you noticed that the little crocodile has become a lot better in recent times?"

Zefa suddenly remembered.

He quickly recalled Crocodile's intelligence files in his mind, and was immediately surprised to find that in the past two or three months, Crocodile's number of plunders of towns and countries had dropped significantly compared to before. Attacks on the navy The number of warships is even zero!

"What the hell did you do, Darren boy!?"

Zefa reacted immediately, staring closely at Darren.

Darren smiled and said:

"It's nothing, I just made him realize that he was able to win the title of King Shichibukai not because he was strong enough."

"It was because the Navy drafted him, that's all."

"Oh, by the way, I also disabled one of his arms."

He added this last sentence with a calm tone, as if he was talking about something as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Zefa:......

"Don't worry, Teacher Zefa."

Darren said with a half-smile:

"It is true that all the candidates for the King's Shichibukai are ferocious beasts, but I will put strong chains on them."

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at the same time.

New world, a certain sea area.

Yellow sand fills the sky, flying like a tornado.

The bustling towns turned into deserts, and the buildings turned into quicksand, being blown away by the wind.

A black skull and crossbones flag marked with a white scimitar beard fell from the air, and was quickly burned in the flames of war and turned into ashes.

"Is this the pirate group under the Whitebeard Pirates? It's really too weak..."

Crocodile, with a slicked back hair and a gilded cigar between his teeth, stood in the quicksand-like ruins of the town, with his black fur coat flying in the wind behind him.

His right hand held up a figure covered in blood, hanging in mid-air.

There was a shocking slash scar on the pirate's chest, which was so deep that he could see the bone. It almost cut him off at the waist. Red blood gushes out from the wound and condensed into a pool of blood at Crocodile's feet.

Around Crocodile's body, hundreds of pirate corpses lay scattered. The appearance of these corpses was very strange, with shriveled skin and shrunken flesh.

It's as if the moisture in the body has been completely sucked dry, like mummies, making people's scalp numb.

"Old... dad will never let you go."

The pirate stared at the man in front of him with cold eyes and a mafia temperament. His eyes were red, but his face was filled with a sickly lavender color, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Krokdal, you are asking for death!"

"Guhahaha..."

Crocodile sneered sinisterly.

"It seems that my poison has not been successfully prepared yet, and I still have the strength to speak."

A golden hook was now attached to his broken left hand.

The tip of the golden hook was filled with a layer of lavender liquid, which was clearly some kind of deadly poison.

Crocodile blew out a long stream of smoke and sneered:

"As for that guy with white beard, don't worry. He doesn't need to look for me. I will look for him to cause trouble."

After the words fell, Crocodile pinched the pirate's right hand and exerted force.

An extremely terrifying scene appeared——

The pirate was shaken all over, and indescribable horror appeared in his pupils.

His skin and flesh shriveled up quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tightly contracted pupils quickly relaxed and finally became slack. In less than three seconds, the whole person turned into a mummy!

Throwing the pirate captain in his hand to the ground like trash, Crocodile laughed disdainfully.

He glanced at the shivering civilians hiding in a corner not far away, and said coldly:

"Aren't you going to run yet?"

Only then did the civilians react from their panic. They stood up with trembling legs in fear and staggered away towards the distance.

"Tch! It's so boring! It's not fun to kill at all..."

Crocodile looked at the backs of the civilians running away in panic and cursed dissatisfiedly.

He lowered his head and glanced at the golden hook on his left hand, a complicated look flashed in his sinister eyes.

Resentment, anger, hatred and...a deeply hidden fear.

"If the killing is not satisfying enough, let me come and play with you?"

A sarcastic hoarse voice suddenly came from far behind.

Crocodile raised his eyebrows and turned around.

I saw a small submarine floating on the sea at some point on the coast of the town.

A young man with long blond hair stood on the submarine, his eyes filled with fierce fighting intent, and he smiled ferociously at himself.

The black military uniform, shiny military boots, violent eyes... and the smell of war blood that hit his face made Crocodile's pupils shrink slightly.

This guy is not simple.

But he soon started laughing.

"Guhahaha... It's interesting. It turns out to be the 'Descendant of the Devil' on the Roger Pirates, Douglas Barrett."

"I've heard your name before."

Barrett jumped off the submarine, twisted his neck and snapped his fingers, making the sound of crackling beans as he walked towards Crocodile.

The aura on his body is rising at an alarming speed!

"Really? I also heard that you have been causing quite a stir in the New World recently, 'Sand Crocodile' Crocodile!"

Barrett stared at Crocodile with vigor and grinned ferociously.

"But, with only one arm, can you bring me pleasure?"

Crocodile's expression changed, his eyes burst out with vicious murderous intent, he raised his hand and condensed a huge desert blade, screaming towards Barrett.

Murderous intent suddenly appears!

"Don't you only have one arm too!?"

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