Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

At this moment, Darren seemed to see a pair of mysterious eyes slowly opening in the deepest darkness among the flowers, staring at him indifferently.

Under the gaze of those eyes, a biting chill gradually emerged from the soles of his feet, running up his spine and up to his brain, and his body muscles subconsciously tensed up.

To this day, Darren has fought against countless strong men in this sea.

"World Destroyer" Bundy Waldo, who possesses the power to destroy the world;

The extremely domineering Golden Lion Shiji, who killed Marinevando with one man and two swords;

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man known as "The Strongest in the World";

Kaido, the "strongest creature on land, sea, and air" with exaggerated physique and indestructibility;

BIG·MOM Charlotte Lingling, the “born destroyer” who has conquered all nations;

"Pluto" Rayleigh and even the future Pirate King Gol D. Roger...

But he has never felt the crisis at this moment!

This feeling is like being stared at by a quiet poisonous snake, or being watched by a superior god, and my scalp is numb.

Then... is he the owner of the Void Throne?

Darren exhaled quietly, his eyes filled with an irreversible haze, and he slowly loosened his clenched fists.

Saint Satan's wrinkled hands held the mottled cane, with a contemptuous and mocking sneer on his face.

"Darren, this is the final test we give you."

Saint Wuchuli also said in an indifferent tone:

"Your talent, strength, and talent are second to none in the entire world. In the secret files of the CP department of the World Government, you are even rated as "the number one genius in the navy in 800 years."

"We don't want people like you to go down the wrong path."

Darren fell silent.

He gradually became calm and looked at the five highest powers of the world government.

"What if I refuse this mission?"

"I can give up my promotion to Admiral of the Navy Headquarters."

The five old stars in front of him seemed calm, but Darren had been keenly aware of the deep threat flashing in their eyes.

With his own strength, he is enough to fight with Whitebeard and Roger, but no matter how conceited he is, there is no guarantee that he can face these five unfathomable old guys at the same time.

I don't know what their true abilities are, so taking action rashly will be a huge risk.

Not to mention there is a mysterious Im peeping secretly deep among the flowers.

"It seems you haven't understood yet..."

Izanbalon V. Nashouro Sage, holding a katana in his hand, sneered and shook his head.

"This is not a negotiation, this is a direct order from us."

Darren's eyes narrowed subconsciously.

Seeing this, Saint Wuchuli sighed:

"Darren, I have always been looking forward to you, but you have really disappointed me."

"Do you think... we really don't know what you do in private?"

His eyes gradually became colder.

Darren was stunned.

Before he could react, Saint Vauchuuli, the legal warrior god who controlled all the CP departments of the world government, suddenly took out an image phone bug from his arms and pressed a button to activate it.

In Darren's stunned eyes, a picture gradually appeared.

The world suddenly became dead.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was so heavy and oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

The screen projected by the phone bug shows a closed secret room.

The off-white walls were stained with blood.

Two figures covered in blood lay dying on the cold ground, with heavy shackles on their hands and feet.

A man and a little girl who look very similar.

The middle-aged man was still wearing a gardener's overalls, stained with mud.

The white dress the little girl was wearing was now stained red with blood, and her hands were tightly holding the corners of her father's clothes.

There was only a bloody hole left in the sockets of their eyes. The eyeballs had been cruelly gouged out, and blood stains condensed on their faces like tear stains.

Darren froze there, his fingers trembling slightly.

He knew the father and daughter.

The man once cried and knelt in front of him, begging him to save his child.

That little girl once bravely wanted to commit suicide, just so as not to delay her future.

They were living well.

But now, the father and daughter are cowering in the corner in fear, relying on each other for life.

Waiting for death to come.

Just like their previous lives.

"Don't worry, they are still alive."

Saint Satan looked at the expressionless Vice Admiral, smiled and said:

"As Holy Wuchuli said, you are indeed a very capable person. Even we were deceived by you at the beginning."

Saint Wuchuli said calmly:

"Even with the government's intelligence capabilities and the service level of the CP department, there are no clues."

The blond Saint Peter said:

"You did it so beautifully that even Shields Saint's own father was too lazy to continue pursuing the truth about his biological son's death in the North Sea."

The gray-bearded Maz Sheng sneered:

"But there is no perfect crime in this world. We just need to find someone who can kill Hildes Saint silently."

Saint Satan said with a half-smile:

"It's just that we really didn't expect that your motives would be like this..."

"--madness."

Saint Wuchuli added to his words.

He raised his head and looked at the motionless Vice Admiral, with disappointment in his eyes.

"We thought you were different."

"You are greedy for money, lustful, striving for power and profit..."

"You can use any means to achieve your own goals and confuse right and wrong..."

"Extraordinary talents, amazing talents..."

"There is no bottom line, and it is even less pedantic like Zefa and Garp..."

"It is your character and characteristics that we decided to reuse you!"

"For a profit-seeking, shrewd and intelligent person like you, we really can't understand why you would do such a stupid thing."

"Do you really think that we are so ignorant and incompetent that we will never be able to discover your secret?"

Saint Wuchuli sighed.

"What disappoints me the most is that you actually let them survive in the end."

Satan Saint joked:

"Otherwise, we really won't be able to find your flaws."

Saint Wuchuli said calmly:

"You should have just killed them all."

"People like you shouldn't have weaknesses."

Darren still remained silent, his expression seemed a little dull.

Saint Wuchuli shook his head and continued:

"But Darren, we have decided to give you another chance now."

"A talent like you deserves an opportunity like this."

"As long as you do a good job of escorting this world noble hunting competition, we are willing to forget about it."

He slowly opened his arms.

"This is the greatest kindness we can give to mankind, because you have the potential to transcend mortals."

"Look further and don't waste your energy and time on mere ants. Serving God is the destination of your life."

"After so many years of hard work, so many years of climbing, and so much difficulty in climbing to the power and status we have today, are you really willing to give it up, Darren?"

"As long as you complete this escort mission, you will get everything you want!"

"Power, status, wealth, fame... you will become a powerful admiral, whatever it is... we can give it to you."

"Don't you like making deals? This should be a good deal."

"You are a smart man, and I believe you can make smart decisions."

After saying that, Wu Laoxing stared at the Vice Admiral in front of him, with a hint of murderous intention gradually spreading.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was like a tight bow string that might break at any time.

at some point.

"I see."

The Vice Admiral suddenly laughed.

That gloomy, indifferent, and cold face gradually revealed a smile from the heart.

"I will work hard to complete the tasks assigned by you adults."

Seeing this, the five old stars all smiled with satisfaction:

"We look forward to your performance, future admiral."

Darren said nothing and turned to leave.

Just as he stepped out of the meeting hall, a hoarse voice came from behind.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Darren paused.

"Just to remind you..."

Saint Satan stared meaningfully at the broad back of the Vice Admiral and mocked:

"Beihai has never been your Beihai, and you are not the so-called "King of the North Sea"."

He seemed to enjoy the gloomy back of the Vice Admiral in front of him, and his tone revealed a kind of confidence that he was in control of everything.

"It wasn't the case in the past, and it won't be the case in the future..."

After the words fell, the heavy and solemn door of the meeting hall closed little by little the gloomy faces of Wulaoxing with sneers.

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This chapter is not short either. I ask for everything and I am grateful.

Happy holidays to everyone in advance.