Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

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Ancient Saint Fegalando Green felt blood rushing to his brain, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and even his breathing became rapid.

As the deputy leader of the Knights of God and a personal experiencer of the air raid on the Holy Land Mariejoia, he knows better than anyone else how terrifying it will be throughout the world once the truth of this incident spreads. of waves.

This is no longer as simple as killing hundreds of Tianlong people.

Although the Celestial Dragons who live in the Land of the Gods are his compatriots, the Ancient Saint Fegalando Green doesn't care about the lives of those drunkards.

𝟲𝟵𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘅.𝗻𝗲𝘁]

What he cares about is the supreme majesty of the entire Celestial Dragon race and the world government!

If the outside world were to know the truth about tonight's air attack on the Holy Land Marie Joa, this sea would probably cause an unprecedented huge wave!

——In this world, there are actually people who dare to openly challenge the Holy Land of the Celestial Dragons and the headquarters of the World Government!

Most of the Holy Land Mariejoia was destroyed, and thousands of the world's noble Celestial Dragons died under the indiscriminate bombardment of the floating fleet... On the other hand, the so-called strongest military garrison force in the Holy Land could not play any role.

Once such news is exposed, the supreme authority that the World Government has established over the past 800 years will suffer a serious blow.

When the unattainable gods bleed, when the unreachable distance becomes within reach, the seeds of resistance and unwillingness will be planted, take root, sprout, and finally brew into a huge storm.

Since the world government is not indestructible, since this behemoth that has dominated the world for eight hundred years is not hopelessly powerful, why should we obey its rules and pay it heavenly gold?

Under such a storm, the foundation of the world government's rule may even be shaken!

"Damn!!"

Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green cursed angrily through gritted teeth, grabbed the member of the law enforcement team by the collar with one hand, pulled the latter in front of him, and roared with red eyes:

"Have you found out which newspaper organization this person belongs to?"

The members of the law enforcement team were so frightened by the murderous aura of Ancient Saint Fegalandu Green that they trembled all over and stammered:

"Yes, it's a reporter from World Economic News!"

"Their president is that troublesome Birdman Morgans!"

The ancient sage Fegalandu Green said in a gloomy tone:

"No matter what methods and abilities you use, I even approve you to directly use the power of the CP department... You must destroy all relevant intelligence and information!"

"Remember...at any cost!!"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the law enforcement team member, and he quickly nodded in agreement:

"Yes! Lord Fegalando Green, the Ancient Sage!"

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Almost at the same time.

New World, an isolated island.

A unique-shaped ship docked quietly at the edge of the island, with a microphone seagull flag flying on the ship's mast, and the words "World Economic News Agency" branded on the ship.

Countless seagulls roared down from all directions in the sky and landed steadily on the deck of the ship. A newspaper staff member wearing a black suit quickly walked out of the cabin and methodically took out letters and information from the seagulls and read them quickly. stand up.

Suddenly, a gasping exclamation suddenly sounded.

The trembling screams even startled a dozen messenger seagulls, which flew into the sky like a big net.

"What exactly is this!"

"The Holy Land of the Heavenly Dragons, Mariejoia... was bombed by a flying fleet!?"

"This is impossible!"

A young newspaper staff member was so frightened that his jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw the contents of the intelligence. His eyes were so wide that he couldn't believe the photos and text information in his hands.

He took a few breaths, then suddenly woke up, rushed out of the spacious cabin, and screamed with a horrified look on his face:

"President Morgans... Something big happened!!"

In the cabin, people were busy, and the sound of typewriters and telegraph machines kept ringing.

The sudden exclamation made Birdman, who was leaning on the leather sofa and smoking a cigar, jump up.

"Something big happened!?"

The birdman looks strange, like a large upright bird with a large beak, small eyes, covered with white feathers, and its wings are shaped like hands.

Although he has such a weird appearance, he is dressed very elegantly and appropriately, like an old-school gentleman.

Wearing a black top hat with a red and white feather on the top hat, a light blue shirt, a yellow bow tie, red and white plaid trousers, and a black cloak.

No one could have imagined that this weird-looking guy is actually the most powerful dark emperor in the world today, the president of the World Economic News Agency who controls the rhythm and pulse of world public opinion... "Big News" Morgans!

"Let me see it quickly!"

Morgans grabbed the information from his men and opened it eagerly to read it.

At this sight, he was stunned as if struck by lightning.

As if he had lost his soul, he remained motionless, and his shrunken pupils trembled violently.

"President...are you okay?"

"what's going on……"

"Why is the president not moving?"

"..."

The employees of World Economic News looked at their president with confusion.

Suddenly——

"Big news! This is big news!!"

Morgans suddenly screamed with a red face, and his wings-like hands kept shaking uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha!! I've finally waited for it!"

"Rogers Darren...North Sea Fleet...Floating warships...Air raid on the holy land of Mary Geoise!!"

"Hahahaha!! You are really amazing...'King of the North Sea'!"

"You actually confronted the Five Elders! Those five old men must be furious now!?"

"So, something earth-shattering must have happened on Firthsek Island!"

"Maybe Rogers Darren has already started a war with the Five Elders!"

"..."

Morgans muttered excitedly, pacing back and forth like dancing, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and a fiery look.

"What kind of title should be given to such big news?"

Crack——

A strange crisp sound came out, and Morgans felt something cold and hard against the back of his head.

"No headline can be used."

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"President Morgans, I'm sorry, I can't let you release this news..."

The man in a war correspondent trench coat opened the safety of the pistol, and his index finger was already on the trigger.

"...This is an order from the World Government."

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