Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Damn it! I wasn't fooled!!

Garp gritted his teeth angrily and snorted.

Since the end of the Rocks era, he has been chasing Roger all over the sea.

From the East China Sea to the Great Channel, and from the Great Channel to the New World.

Although Roger was forced into a desperate situation on land several times, in the end the battle plans formulated by Xiaohe and Sengoku were all failed because of Rayleigh's defeat.

Unlike Roger who gets excited once a fight begins, Rayleigh is always able to maintain a calm and rational attitude to analyze the battle situation and pull Roger back from the wrong path in time.

It has to be admitted that, to a certain extent, Pluto Rayleigh, Roger's deputy, is more difficult to deal with than Roger himself.

Thinking of this, Garp shook his head, couldn't help but sigh, reached out to grab the lifeline thrown from the deck of the warship, and was rescued from the sea.

Other navy soldiers who followed Garp's order and jumped directly from the Oral Jackson before it took off into the sky also boarded the lifeboats one after another.

Where's that kid Darren? How's he doing?!?

Before he even stepped onto the deck, Garp asked hurriedly, his steps subconsciously speeding up.

This time, they almost kept the entire Roger Pirates behind, but Darren made a great contribution.

With such potential, talent, and achievements, Garp didn't want anything to happen to him.

He quickly stopped and stood there stunned.

Teeth clenched, fists clenched unconsciously.

The warship became extremely quiet.

Everyone was silent.

The sea was howling for a long time, and a cold and hazy drizzle fell in the dark sky.

The raindrops hit the sails, sails, and wreckage of the ship, and the pale and sad faces of the navy, making them appear motionless like sculptures that have lost their souls.

On the deck in front of Garp, the Commodore was lying there like a bloody man, his uniform had been completely torn to pieces and in tatters.

A horrific scar spread from the left side of his neck to the right side of his abdomen, almost cutting his entire body open and leaving a bloody mess.

Flesh and bones were faintly visible, and the beating of the organs behind the ribs could even be vaguely seen.

His right arm was also torn open, large areas of flesh and blood disappeared, and blood gushes out.

The Commodore's face was extremely pale and his eyes were closed.

The breath was extremely weak, like a dying lamp.

Kake and Gion knelt on one knee next to him, their eyes a little red.

The breeze stirred, and Dolag's figure staggered out of the wind, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his physical condition seemed to be quite bad.

Doctor, how is he doing?

Dolag's voice was low and cold, containing indescribable anger.

The accompanying military doctor who had already run over had already started treating Darren with an anxious look on his face. He was covered in cold sweat and was trying hard to press Darren's bleeding artery with both hands. He said with difficulty:

The stab wound on Brigadier General Darren's body has already damaged his internal organs. The aorta was damaged and he lost a lot of blood. Compared with this, the injury on his arm is nothing.

But with this amount of bleeding, if the bleeding cannot be stopped, it is estimated...

The doctor said nothing.

But the sadness in his tone was enough for everyone to understand what he meant.

No, you must save him for me!! Otherwise, I will let you taste my iron fist!!

Garp's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, he grabbed the doctor's collar and said viciously.

Lieutenant General Garp!!

Old man!

Gion and Drago grabbed Garp.

The latter sighed, bowed slightly towards the doctor, and said sincerely:

Mr. Doctor, is there any other way?

Please do your best to treat me, please!

Seeing Dorag's sincere attitude and eyes, the doctor was startled, then frowned and said:

For the time being, there is no treatment method... This kind of fatal injury is simply not something that normal humans can bear.

Let's transfuse blood first. Maybe we can buy some time to suture the wound and stop the bleeding. Do any of you have S blood type?

After the words fell, everyone looked at me and I looked at you.

S type blood is quite rare in this ocean.

Let me do it.

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked around, seeing that it was clearly Gion.

I have type S blood, please doctor.

She rolled up the sleeves of her military uniform, revealing her white arms.

Dark red blood slowly flowed out of the blood vessels in the snow-white arms, passed through the plastic tube, and finally flowed into the commodore's blood vessels.

Darren and Gion were lying on the broken and messy deck, one of them was unconscious, and the other was staring at the raindrops falling from the sky with complicated eyes.

Still not working...I'm sorry...

The doctor stopped suturing and shook his head. The plastic gloves were stained red with blood.

Upon hearing these words, Garp, Dorag and all the navy's eyes darkened at the same time, they lowered their heads and gritted their teeth.

Brigadier General Darren's injury is too serious. Even if he is sutured, I'm afraid it won't be possible... Huh?

The doctor suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, and said with a trembling voice:

The fatal wound... actually... stopped the bleeding!?

A mere fatal injury.

A weak, hoarse voice sounded slowly with a smile.

The marines who had originally lost hope raised their heads in shock, but were pleasantly surprised to see the Commodore slowly opening his heavy eyelids and showing them a forced smile.

Gion also looked at Darren beside him in astonishment.

Major Gion, looking at your shocked expression, it seems that you really want me to die...

Darren's voice was weak, but he still laughed teasingly as always:

But now we share the same blood in our bodies, and our relationship is even closer.

By the way...when you saved me just now...

He blinked,

Very soft.

A faint blush flashed across Gion's usually cold face. She snorted coldly and turned away, saying angrily:

Sure enough, scum and scum are destined to be lucky!

Dorag rubbed his forehead, Darren...your body...

Darren shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the sea in the distance.

That's the direction where the Roger Pirates disappeared.

What a shame, Lieutenant General Garp.

he murmured.

Garp was silent for a long time after hearing this, and said slowly:

Boy Darren, thanks to you... This is the first time I have forced Roger into a desperate situation on the vast ocean.

...I just didn't expect that his pirate ship would be equipped with such high-speed propulsion equipment.

It doesn't matter.

Darren smiled,

Next time, he won't be able to run away.

The Commodore was dripping wet.

The overwhelming pain and fatigue came over him like a mountain and sea collapsing, making him almost comatose again.

But he still lay there quietly and calmly, letting the rain flow down his face.

Then,

Slowly and tremblingly, he raised his hand bit by bit.

The wind was fierce and the waves were rolling.

The rain was pouring down, and the world was dark and dark.

The increasingly heavy rain washed away the scarred hands, and the white finger bones were faintly visible.

Tear! !

The pale thunder briefly dispelled the darkness and illuminated the world.

The navymen on the deck, including Garp, Dorag and others, suddenly widened their eyes, as if they had seen some horrific scene.

A brazen, arrogant, and arrogant smile was rising from the corner of the Commodore's mouth.

I'm alive.

he murmured.

The bloody hands clenched hard!

Hahahahaha!! After fighting with Gol D. Roger, I... am still alive!!!

The cabin shook violently from the crashing waves.

The world is experiencing heavy rain.

In the flickering lightning, the broken seagull flag soared and danced wildly.

The commodore who survived the disaster, as if no one else was around...

Laugh out loud!

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