Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"Damn it! It's obviously such a serious topic, why does he talk about it in such a casual manner!"

Seeing Darren walking towards Quinn with his cigar chewed and his hands in his pockets, Dorag said a little indignantly as he got up from the ground.

For Darren's cynical character, Dorag has always been unable to do anything with him.

In his eyes,

Darren, this bastard, obviously has a heart that pursues justice, but he always acts like a gangster and a scumbag.

You could say he is greedy for money...

However, he donated generously and used large sums of money to fund the establishment of the volunteer army.

You know, the cost and resources required to build a strong and elite army from scratch are immeasurable.

But Darren never shied away. No matter how much he asked shamelessly, he always agreed without hesitation.

In addition, Dolag has never seen Darren looking extravagant and lewd.

There are no haute couture suits, just ordinary military uniforms on a daily basis, and you don't have to be picky about food and drink. As long as you can eat enough, you can handle anything.

You could say he is power-hungry...

But for the sake of "instant quickness", he would rather give up the wealth he had worked so hard to save in the Navy over the years. Instead of becoming a high-ranking naval admiral, he would rather become a "criminal who is wanted by the whole world and is hiding in Tibet." ".

He holds the most powerful fleet in the world today, but he has almost completely retreated behind the scenes, trusting the military power of the North Sea Fleet to his deputy...

You said he was lustful...

Beihai didn't know this when he was in office, but as far as Dorag knew, it seemed that the only woman Darren had disclosed was Tianyueshi.

The only one who maintains the ambiguity secretly is Gion.

You said he smokes and drinks?

This can still be considered a thing! ?

How can a navy who doesn't smoke or drink be a good navy?

Putting all this aside...

Darren possesses almost all the excellent qualities that a great navy, no, a great revolutionary should possess.

Think calmly, act decisively, be strong, care for your subordinates, and respect your colleagues...

Cruel enough to the enemy and loyal enough to his comrades.

Looking at Darren's back, Dorag was silent for a while, and then suddenly sighed.

"But it's right to think about it. It's easier to be a scum than a hero."

Facing the power and oppression of the world government, the scum and the heroes made completely different choices and led to completely different destinies.

The hero's choice is indeed great, but such a road would be too lonely and too difficult.

"So Teacher Zefa, did you see in Darren the courage that you lacked back then?"

Dorag murmured softly and shook his head.

"Wait for me!"

He shouted loudly and hurried after him.

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An open space outside the temporary laboratory.

This is a training ground that was set up. There are mottled blood stains on the stone targets and walls. It is obviously used for training and displaying the actual combat abilities of experimental subjects.

"So, you mean, this device can monitor changes in the magnetic field in my body?"

Darren bit his cigar, narrowed his eyes and played with a tiny electronic device in his hand, and asked with interest.

The fat man in overalls wore goggles and nodded enthusiastically:

"That's right!"

"Although it cannot be 100% accurate, the accuracy is completely sufficient."

"This is a product I specially developed based on your physical condition. The relevant specific data will be fed back to this instrument in real time and recorded."

He pointed to a dimly lit dashboard next to him, which clearly showed a constantly disturbing line.

"What's going on with the data on this?"

Darren asked curiously, pointing to the data on the meter.

Quinn explained:

"The magnetic field of each area on this sea is unique, and the magnetic field of most islands is relatively stable. Therefore, after the recording pointer is filled with the magnetic field of that place, it will naturally point to the next island on the route."

"The same method can also be used to store magnetic fields and create permanent pointers."

"If the name is the symbol of a country, then for meteorologists and geographers, the magnetic field is the symbol of a specific island."

"Of course, the magnetic field in many areas of the New World is chaotic. These places basically experience extreme harsh environments such as storms, radiation, heat, and extreme cold..."

"Until now, meteorologists and geographers have not been able to study whether it is the chaotic magnetic field that causes the harsh environment in these dangerous zones, or whether the harsh environment causes the chaotic magnetic field."

"This is a bit far-fetched. You can't understand even if I talk too much... What? You ask, 'Why would I know this if I'm not a meteorologist or a geographer?' I am the best scientist in this ocean!"

Quinn crossed her hips triumphantly.

Dorag: "..."

Darren: "..."

However, they must also admit that this fat guy is a bit of a stinker, but he still has something to offer as a scientist.

"So, the magnetic field strength data displayed on the instrument now..."

Darren shook his head and asked again.

"That's because the device hasn't been installed on your body yet, so what it detects is the magnetic field where we are now."

Quinn said with pride:

"Onigashima is not a naturally existing island. It was dragged out of the framework of a certain continent by Kaido using the power of the devil fruit, and dragged to the sky above Wano Country with a flame cloud."

"Without the "carrier" of the sea, the magnetic field of Onigashima itself has changed compared to the original."

"Because it floats in the air, it is affected by different factors such as altitude, temperature, airflow, etc., and the magnetic field of Onigashima will become less stable."

"So the magnetic field strength data you see is not a stable straight line, but an undulating curve."

Darren suddenly realized, and then asked after pondering:

"So what you mean is that if the island is separated from the sea, its magnetic field will change unpredictably?"

Quinn nodded and shook his head,

"Maybe, this is just a rough inference from my observation of the ghost island."

"After all, this lacks sufficient information and data to verify and support."

Darren shook his head and said:

"No, what I mean is that the magnetic field of the island is inseparable from the sea area or ocean current where it was originally located?"

Quinn was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking for a few seconds, he slowly said:

"That should be the case, but why do you care about this?"

Darren suddenly grinned.

"Nothing, I'm just curious."

"Let's start the experiment, time is limited."

As he said, he raised his hand and scratched the skin of his chest with his nails.

The bright red blood gushed out of the bloody mouth, and Darren stuffed the electronic device in his hand directly into the gap without changing his face.

In less than five seconds, the shallow gap gradually stopped bleeding.

Then, Darren slowly closed his eyes.

Quinn took a few steps back, subconsciously holding his breath, staring at Darren with his eyes, his face full of fanaticism.

Dorag's face was even more shocked and doubtful.

He had witnessed Darren's "mad" state with his own eyes, how terrifying it was.

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