Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Three days later.

New world.

The drizzle is hazy.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stepped off a merchant ship one after another. Their faces and figures were covered by large black hooded coats.

"I didn't expect that birdman to be so bold and arrange the meeting place here... This is really a place full of memories."

The tall figure walking in front slowly raised his head, revealing a cold and angular profile under his hood, with a faint smile on his lips.

"The World's Best Criminal" Rogers Darren.

"It can be seen that he has expressed sufficient sincerity for the upcoming meeting."

Stussy, who was following Darren, said softly.

As she spoke, she looked at the bustling streets in front of her with great interest.

The wide cape coat covered her plump figure, and no inner wear could be seen.

The end of the windbreaker exposed a section of snow-white calves, paired with black suede high heels.

The whole person looks very tall and graceful.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the island that was almost turned into ruins by you would be secretly run by him in less than two years."

Darren smiled and said:

"After all, he is the most mysterious dark emperor in the underground world. This ability is normal...Intelligence is power."

As he walked on the ground paved with various metal coins, he felt that the power belonging to the magnetic fruit in his body seemed to be induced by something, and it was about to move.

There was even a faint blue electric arc between the fingers, beating weakly.

Stussy's pupils shrank as she keenly noticed this scene.

Intelligence is power?

maybe.

But on this island, you have absolute power.

Thinking of everything she had witnessed around this guy in the past three days, Stussy felt like it was all a dream.

She originally thought she had expected the perversion and terror of this bastard Darren, but everything she experienced in the past three days completely overturned her views.

first day.

After the guy lit a cigar, he naturally picked up a table knife and dug out the rotten flesh and skin crystals caused by high-temperature burns and low-temperature frostbite, one after another.

Pieces of corroded flesh and blood slipped from the man's body like sticky mud, and the horrific scene of blood splattering... Even Stussy, an agent with superb interrogation skills, was horrified to see it.

What frightened Stussy the most was that this guy kept his expression unchanged during the "surgical operation" that lasted for half an hour.

Even in the mood to tease yourself!

By the time the "surgery" was over, the guy's body was already riddled with holes, and boxes and boxes of bandages and medicines used to stop bleeding had been exhausted.

But wait until the next day,

When Stusy was helping to change the dressing, she was horrified to find that all the large and small brutal wounds on this guy's body had scabbed over!

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it was actually happening.

Then on the third day,

This guy can already come to the meeting alive and kicking.

Thinking of the bastard's outrageous behavior on the boat just now, Stusy bit her red lips unconsciously, her rippling eyes a little angry.

"Two guests, my boss has been waiting for a long time."

Just when Stussy's mind was wandering, a figure in a black suit suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, bowing and bending.

"Well, lead the way."

Darren nodded.

Under the guidance of black suits, Darren and Stusy soon arrived at a luxuriously decorated hotel.

Passing through the hotel lobby, Darren and the two slowly walked into a small conference room.

"President, two guests have been brought."

The man in the black suit said respectfully, then turned around and left, leading the door gently.

The lights in the conference room are not very bright, and the elegant oil lamps are dancing brightly or dimly.

Sitting on the large sofa chair was a strange-looking figure.

Darren looked at the birdman in front of him wearing a black tuxedo and a black top hat, with a smile on his face and said:

"Mr. Morgans, I have long admired your name."

"First time meeting you. Nice to meet you."

Morgans stood up from the sofa, raised his wings and took off his hat. Like a well-educated noble gentleman, he smiled and saluted:

"First meeting, Mr. Rogers Darren...are you satisfied with the location of this meeting?"

Darren took out a cigar, lit it in his mouth, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect that the 'Coin Island' that had been reduced to ruins in the past could be brought back to life in the hands of President Morgans and regain its former prosperity..."

Morgans waved his wings and smiled modestly:

"The reason why Coin Island became a well-known trade and commercial island in the New World was because of its superior geographical location and the many trade routes intersecting around it... It is not my personal credit for it to become prosperous again this time."

"This place is where Mr. Darren became famous."

"Mr. Darren rose from the chaotic North Sea and entered the Great Channel with unstoppable momentum. The most dazzling first battle must be on this 'Coin Island', destroying the flying fleet of the great pirate Golden Lion Shiji in one fell swoop!"

"It's just that the whole world could not imagine at that time that the annihilation of one flying fleet was the prerequisite for the rise of another flying fleet."

He glanced at Stussy next to him with a half-smile.

"Just as no one could have imagined, the Queen of Happy Street, whose reputation spread all over the New World, turned out to be such a close friend of Mr. Darren."

Stusi raised his head and said coldly:

"If you want to die, you can say a few more words."

Morgans hurriedly raised his hands and laughed:

"Sorry, sorry, I'm too gossipy... But Stusi, you should be able to understand, right? Aren't we vultures in the underground world surviving on this sea by relying on all kinds of gossip and information?"

Stusi sneered, no longer paying attention to this birdman, and walked straight to the sofa next to him and sat down.

Seeing this, Morgans shrugged helplessly and turned to look at the Vice Admiral.

"So Mr. Darren, you have seen me."

"Although I do look a little strange, you want to see me, it's impossible that you want to see me just to observe my appearance?"

He stared at Darren with shining eyes:

"What is the big news you are talking about?"

Darren smiled:

"My existence itself is a big news, isn't it?"

"Indeed!"

Morgans nodded in agreement,

"But I still look forward to some special surprises."

"After all, for this meeting, I have used a lot of connections and energy."

He raised his wings and pointed to another heavy wooden door in the conference room.

"Behind this door, a real-time live broadcast connecting the whole world is ready."

"Representatives and reporters from more than 100 media organizations and small and large in the world have all attended, patiently waiting for the next moment."

"Mr. Darren, I am indeed very curious... You took such a huge risk to make such a public speech, what exactly do you want to say... or what do you want to do?"

Darren smiled, but did not answer immediately.

Morgans was not in a hurry. He patiently watched the former navy legend and current world criminal puffing on his cigar.

After ten minutes, the black-haired young man put out his cigar and raised his hand to take off his black hooded coat.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit in dark gray, full of power.

"It is well known that Rogers Darren is a man who will not suffer any loss and will take revenge."

Morgans' eyes lit up:

"So you want revenge?"

"No, not just revenge."

Darren took a step and walked towards the wooden door.

He adjusted his black tie and pushed his black hair back with both hands. The aggression and offensiveness in his eyes became more and more fierce.

"I never blame the Five Elders."

"The weak submit to the strong, this is an eternal iron law, regardless of justice or sin."

"If they are stronger than me, if the government's army is stronger than the North Sea Fleet, then I deserve to die."

"But I survived, which means... the world government may not be as hopeless as people imagine."

"It also means..."

When he walked to the heavy wooden door, the black-haired young man paused.

He seemed to hear a series of noisy and noisy sounds coming from the other side of the door.

The propaganda force leading to the world can't wait... the world is eager for his answer.

——The answer of "the world's number one criminal".

He turned his head.

"I have a stronger power, so this time..."

In the stunned eyes of Morgause and Stussy, he grinned wantonly.

"... I will determine the rules."

"What I want is - a declaration of war!"

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