Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The sea of ​​clouds is hazy and the wind is fierce.

The small metal ark spacecraft flew smoothly high in the sky at an astonishing speed, penetrating the clouds and fog.

The seven warriors under the king were standing or sitting, each taking a rest to recuperate from their injuries.

Doflamingo's fingers curled and hooked, and threads were entangled in the void, sewing up the shocking wounds on Darren's body.

Thanks to Darren's guidance, he has developed various tricks for his seemingly ordinary thread fruit. The ability to use silk thread to suture wounds and accelerate hemostasis has been used by Doflamingo many times in the past. .

However, as the sunglasses reflected the Vice Admiral's bone-deep wounds, even Doflamingo, who had always been cruel and cold-hearted, couldn't help but feel a tingling feeling of horror.

Darren's horrific injuries would probably have been a cold corpse for a normal person.

The more the stitches were examined, the more obvious it became that cold sweat broke out on Doflamingo's forehead.

On the one hand, he was shocked that Whitebeard's inhuman fighting power could leave such tragic injuries on Darren;

On the other hand, he was shocked by Darren's monster-like physique.

Logically speaking, the threads created by his Devil Fruit ability can easily cut through even extremely hard steel, let alone rocks and buildings.

But at this moment, just by penetrating Darren's flesh and blood, he felt unimaginable resistance and stagnation. Every stitch required his full concentration and full strength.

Coupled with the fact that the suturing process must be done with caution, Doflamingo felt that the pressure it brought to him was even heavier than fighting with the Whitebeard Pirates.

And he knew very well that this was after Darren deliberately relaxed his muscle hardness and defenses!

If it were a normal situation, my inexhaustible sharp thread might not even be able to cut this guy's skin!

The sinister eyes under his sunglasses were changing. Doflamingo concentrated on suturing the wound while suppressing the strange thoughts in his heart.

"about there."

Darren suddenly said something with a smile and waved his hand feebly.

"Excuse me, Doflamingo."

"You should also stitch up Douglas Barrett's wound."

Doflamingo stopped and saw that the wounds on Darren's body had basically stopped bleeding. He felt shocked and nodded.

"I don't need it!"

Barrett's eyes were fierce and vicious, he gritted his teeth and threatened Doflamingo:

"Blonde kid, don't touch me with those dirty threads of yours, or I will definitely kill you!"

"The 'World's Strongest' Whitebeard is nothing more than this, and I am only fatally injured..."

"——If you leave any sequelae, you won't be able to fight with me in the future." Darren said with a half-smile.

“My back and stomach hurt the worst!”

Barrett lay directly on his side on the ground, assuming a "let anyone slaughter" posture.

Everyone: "..."

Seeing the war madman in front of him who dared to fight Whitebeard head-on, but at this moment he was directly provoked by Darren's words to lie down obediently, the corner of Doflamingo's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He glanced vaguely at Darren, who was taking out a blood-stained cigar, biting it in his mouth and lighting it.

Doflamingo shook his head slightly, walked forward silently, and sewed up Barrett's wound.

The silk thread easily penetrated the flesh and blood, undulating and flying on the surface of the wound like flowers, and the amount of bleeding from the wound gradually decreased.

Doflamingo once again had a deeper understanding of Darren's terrifying physique.

"Mr. Darren, where should we go next?"

Mihawk walked slowly to Darren's side, knelt on the ground with his spine straight, and asked enthusiastically.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and there were no obvious injuries on his body. Instead, he felt like he still had unfinished business.

It was obvious that the fight with "Foil Sword" Bista just now was not completely enjoyable.

Darren exhaled a dragon-like smoke from his mouth, looked straight at the sky and sea in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Wait for the news first. It is estimated that the battlefield on Miracle Island is about to end."

He suddenly seemed to realize something and turned to look at the side of the spacecraft.

Crocodile sat there, leaning against the railing, staring ahead gloomily, his neat back hair now slightly messy.

There was a clear bloody claw mark on his neck.

Just shy of slitting his throat.

Darren suddenly narrowed his eyes, feeling that the scar was somewhat familiar for some reason, and couldn't help but ask:

"Krokdal, that wound of yours?"

Crocodile raised his head, his eyes flashing with gloomy murderous intent.

"A sinister little devil."

"While I was fighting with that phoenix, he suddenly jumped out and attacked."

His voice was extremely hoarse, revealing a deep sense of shame and anger.

In a fight with Whitebeard's deputy "Phoenix" Marco, Crocodile had never suffered such an injury. Unexpectedly, he capsized in the ditch at the hands of an inconspicuous black-haired kid.

A sinister brat?

Darren frowned, thought of something quickly, and suddenly smiled:

"The injury is not serious, but I guess you are still feeling a little pain now, right?"

Crocodile was stunned for a moment and stared at Darren in astonishment, looking like how did you know.

Darren smiled mysteriously.

A certain redhead who did not want to be named said the same thing.

"Bulu Bulu..."

At this moment, a call from a military phone bug rang, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Darren took out the phone bug from his arms and connected the signal.

"General of the Warring States Period, I am Darren."

The sound of Sengoku gasping for air was clearly heard from the other side of the phone. After a few seconds, Sengoku's hoarse voice was heard:

"Darren boy, you did a great job this time."

"The Whitebeard Pirates did not join the battle."

Darren smiled and said:

"This is what I should do, Warring States General."

"But...how is the battle situation on the Miracle Island? Is there anything gained?"

As these words were spoken, Crocodile and others couldn't help but stare closely at the military phone bug in Darren's hand.

The battle on the "Miracle Island" was probably the most chaotic and huge war in the history of this sea.

The navy headquarters has almost all its elites, and on the pirate side there is a melee between three large pirate groups.

It can be said without mercy that the outcome of this war will greatly affect the politics and power structure of the new world.

This is related to the future development of each of them.

But the words fell,

The Warring States period suddenly became hesitant.

"Well, this... overall has achieved certain results."

Darren raised his eyebrows, already having a bad feeling in his heart.

"Where is the Roger Pirates?"

Warring States said dullly:

"Ran."

Darren's mouth twitched and he shook his head helplessly.

He was not too surprised by this result. After all, Roger had the halo of the protagonist, the legendary "Son of Prophecy."

And letting Garp hunt down Roger is basically equivalent to letting him go.

These two guys are both enemies and friends. They had joined forces during the battle in the Valley of the Gods. Not to mention chasing each other over the years, they had already formed a deep bond.

It is impossible to really risk your life in a life-and-death fight.

For so many years, one of them chased and the other ran away with the pirate group.

Had a great time.

It would be weird if Garp could really catch Roger.

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