Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The cross-shaped flag of power of the World Government danced majestically in the cold wind of the North Sea, making a crisp sound like the roar of a war drum.

The cold wind is biting.

Darren has never seen so many Celestial Dragons in his life.

The World Government's official ship, he put on a brand new military uniform, leaning against the slightly damp railings of the official ship.

The cold wind howling over the sea caused ripples on the wide white cloak.

Darren lit a cigar and looked indifferently at the group of neatly dressed Celestial Dragons on the deck, his eyes half-squinted.

It's different from the pig-like inferior dragons we usually see.

The over a hundred Tianlong people I saw in front of me were of outstanding temperament, with elegant and straight postures and outstanding looks. They looked like elites who had received higher education.

They did not wear astronaut-like clothes and air masks, but instead put on hunting attire that was convenient for fighting and killing.

The black military boots are shiny, the waterproof military trousers have no wrinkles, and all vital parts of the body are covered with shiny silver metal armor. In his hands are swinging long knives, chain hammers, battle axes, and Western swords. It looks like a very expensive weapon.

If one ignores their disgusting status as Tianlong people, they look heroic, have a decent style, and are very stylish.

They sat around a huge and exquisite stove, laughing and talking about the upcoming "hunting activity". They all looked excited and gearing up.

Under their feet were soft animal skin blankets that had been laid out in advance, and they were surrounded by servants who kept bringing them all kinds of rare delicacies and expensive spirits. Even the bitter cold wind of the North Sea could not blow away the rich perfume and wine on their bodies. gas.

If they just saw this scene, people who didn't know the inside story would probably think that this was just a group of noble children preparing for a hunting outing, rather than an inhumane genocide about to be staged.

Of course, perhaps for these Celestial Dragons who were born to stand above the clouds, this is really just an interesting outing and hunting.

"The coming-of-age ceremony for Tianlong people...hehe..."

The smoke surrounding his deep eyes drifted away in the wind. Darren calmly observed the group of people he needed to "protect" next, and couldn't help but curl up with a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, that Vice Admiral... come and have a drink!"

At this time, a young man in the elite Tianlong crowd suddenly raised his wine glass and shouted towards Darren rather enthusiastically.

"No need, sir, thank you for the invitation."

Darren refused flatly.

This young man has red hair and an outstanding appearance. He is vaguely a leader among this group of Tianlong people, and his brows exude a deliberately bold and fierce look.

But Darren could clearly see the arrogance and arrogance deep in his eyes.

It's just that this guy hides it better than others.

"Before we set off, I heard my uncle say that Vice Admiral Rogers Darren of the Navy is a legend on this sea... Don't you even appreciate having a drink with me?"

The red-haired young man slowly stood up and looked at the Vice Admiral with a smile.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the other elite Celestial Dragons headed by him also fell silent and looked at Darren with a half-smile, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was obviously playful.

Darren frowned and asked without answering:

"Who is this lord's uncle?"

The red-haired Draco puffed up his chest proudly and said with a smile:

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"My uncle is the ancient saint Fegalandu Green, the current deputy commander of the Knights of God."

"My name is Figalando Barbo Santo."

It turned out to be that guy's nephew. No wonder he spoke in the same style, with the same yin and yang aura.

I saw Figalando Barbo pouring a glass of wine and walking over. With his slow pace and his red face blown by the sea breeze, he was obviously a little drunk.

"How about it? My uncle thinks very highly of you and asked me to learn from you..."

He stood in front of Darren and said drunkenly:

"This is really difficult... I want to take off the "crown" of hunting the sea like my uncle, and even become the leader of the Knights of God in the future."

"Tell me...what should I learn from you?"

Darren's eyes narrowed further.

"Lord Babos, you are drunk."

He glanced at the wine glass in the young man's hand and said calmly:

"I have a humble duty and it is not convenient for me to drink. Please forgive me."

"As for studying, I guess it's just the polite words of the Ancient Sage Green. You don't need to take it seriously."

Hearing this, the smile on Saint Babo's face suddenly showed a hint of coldness.

"So, you are not giving me face?"

Face...face again.

Darren felt that it was ridiculous.

So do these red-haired guys like to take advantage of others?

But I have to say, the red-haired guy... is really inexplicably annoying.

Looking at the Tianlong man in front of him who could no longer hide his arrogance due to his drunkenness, Darren suddenly sighed.

His eyes instantly became stern.

The howling wind on the sea suddenly stopped.

The hands of the red-haired Celestial Dragon Saint Babo suddenly began to tremble violently, and the wine in the wine glass rippled beautifully.

In his eyes, the man in front of him seemed to have suddenly turned into a terrifying and fierce god. The cold murderous intent in his eyes was like an invisible big hand, tightly grasping his throat.

His throat continued to tighten, and Saint Babo suddenly woke up from his drunkenness.

He was horrified to find that he couldn't breathe!

His body tensed involuntarily, and his face quickly turned red.

"Ho ho ho..."

Under the strong sense of suffocation, Babosheng opened his mouth subconsciously, like a fish lacking oxygen, but could not breathe in a breath of fresh air, and made a sound of unknown meaning.

The terrifying sense of crisis made his eyes red and bleeding, and he wanted to turn around and run away.

But his body was uncontrollably frozen in place under the pressure of that incredible momentum.

At this moment, other Tianlong people also immediately noticed something was wrong and stood up in panic.

"W-what are you doing!?"

"Damn it!"

"Let go of Saint Babo!!"

"..."

They screamed, but no one dared to step forward.

What's ridiculous is that the Vice Admiral's hands still hung naturally, not even touching Barbo Saint.

"Since Lord Greene, the Ancient Saint, values ​​humble duty so much, then humble duty will shamelessly teach you a lesson, Lord Barbo Saint..."

The three-meter-tall naval vice-admiral looked down at the Tianlong people in front of him, and suddenly grinned:

"Face is not something given by others, but earned by oneself."

"Am I right, Lord Satan?"

Darren turned his head and looked at the old man with a black flat hat slowly walking out of the cabin holding an ancient cane, and asked with a smile.

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Today I went out to buy cigarettes and alcohol for the wedding. Sorry for the late update.