Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

How about it? Is this move of mine very powerful?

Dorag tried to smile brightly at Darren, full of sunshine.

But he failed.

There was only sadness and loss in his smile.

It looked desolate in the flickering thunder in the sky.

Darren noticed this keenly. He frowned and suddenly asked:

This story shouldn't be finished yet, right?

Dorag smiled forcefully.

Yes, this story is not over yet...

He hasn't finished yet.

The strong wind on the eve of the heavy rain swept through the streets, blowing countless fallen leaves on the ground.

Dorag also blew up the hood that covered his face.

Darren's pupils narrowed.

Dolag's appearance has not changed much from before. His nose is high, his eyes are deep, his lines are deep and clear, and his black hair looks messy.

Only a new scar appeared.

The scar is located on the left side of his face, spattering out like an umbrella, with some ulcerated flesh and blood and traces of burning.

Gunshot wound.

Darren was slightly stunned.

suddenly--

It's him!!

He is the latest criminal wanted by the World Government!

Monkey D. Dorag!!

Why is he here!?

Damn it!! Don't move!!

Notify the Navy quickly!!

...

Voices of fear, anger, hesitation, and fear rang out from the streets.

As Dorag's hood was blown away, the surrounding pedestrians recognized him in horror!

The whole street instantly fell into chaos——

Some people fled with their children with pale faces;

Someone's eyes glowed with greed, and he raised his pistol tremblingly, pointing the gun at Dorag;

Someone panicked and tried to use phone bugs in phone booths and shops to notify the local government and navy, but was shocked to find that none of the phone bugs could connect to any signal...

Facing all this, Dorag sat there as if he didn't realize it, just looking at Darren with a calm smile.

That's it, I understand.

Darren's eyes flickered, his fists clenched unconsciously, and a weak electric arc danced on the surface of his skin.

With your strength, if you are on guard, even CP members with seastone bullets cannot hurt you. In this case, there is only one explanation...

Yes……

Dolag couldn't help but smile sadly, and then finished the story.

After I killed the Tianlong man, I easily eliminated those CP guards.

But when I turned around, I saw an incredible sight.

Civilians on the streets fled in panic, some called the Navy to notify the navy, and some collapsed and cried, but this is not the most important thing.

When Dorag said this, he paused, and finally picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He choked and coughed violently, and his face turned slightly red.

He gasped:

The parents of the little boy I rescued, trembling with fear, picked up the pistol of one of the CP members...

The smile on the corner of his mouth is a bit absurd:

Aimed at me.

Something seemed to suddenly snap in the air.

Silence fell.

Boom! !

Another pale thunder tore through the dark sky, and the roar was deafening.

Just like now.

Darren glanced at the crowd around him expressionlessly.

They are watching, coveting, and fearing;

Some of them were running away, while others picked up guns.

Seeing such a glance from the Commodore's cold eyes, the civilians who were about to shoot were so frightened that they dropped their pistols and fled in panic.

I don't understand, Darren... I'm obviously standing up for them, I'm protecting them, they shouldn't be afraid of me...

Dolag's eye circles were a little red, and his expression was a little difficult to understand.

I am obviously doing a good thing, and I am obviously a righteous navy.

Darren took a puff of cigarette and said slowly:

Yes, good people deserve to be held at gunpoint.

Dorag whispered:

They kept saying 'I'm sorry' to me, and I tried to go up and calm them down...

But they shot after all.

Darren said suddenly.

Dorag was silent:

Yes.

Because you were unprepared, and you didn't expect them to actually shoot.

Yes.

Do you know why they shot?

I know they don't want to die.

Darren sneered.

Yes, they don't want to die.

Dorag killed the Tianlong people. As the parties involved, they must kill Dorag and atone for their sins before they can survive.

Even if Dorag killed the Celestial Dragons, it was to save them.

Things in this world are so absurd.

Dolag suddenly let out a long breath and smiled.

This time, the smile showed a bit of freedom and relief.

I don't blame them.

What I know... they are just ordinary people. They have their own lives. They just want to live a peaceful life and live their lives smoothly... They are also protecting themselves. My own family.”

I don't blame them. This is what they should do. They have already told me they are sorry.

But the moment I was shot, I understood something.

Those who kneel down in front of the Celestial Dragons, what they kneel down is not the so-called power, but this damn, terrible world.

The corrupt system, despicable morality, and selfish people...the existence of the Celestial Dragons is just a freak created by all this chaos.

While speaking, Dolag looked at a certain corner of the street in a daze.

Darren followed his gaze.

A woman sat on the muddy roadside, her face white with hunger, her face haggard, and her clothes in tatters.

In her arms she held something like a rag—a child.

Less than five meters away from her was a luxuriously decorated hotel.

Looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, all the customers in the hotel had fled due to the commotion caused by Dorag's appearance.

Tables of hot, expensive and exquisite meals were left.

Dorag looked at the food, then at the hungry woman, pursed his lips, and whispered:

Did you see that, Darren.

This is the truth of the world.

The Tianlong people are arrogant and extravagant. They need money, so they squeeze the major franchise countries.

The political leaders and nobles of the franchised countries therefore exploited the landowners and businessmen, and they also exploited ordinary civilians.

Countless living beings, they stay at the bottom of this society forever, hungry. Some have become beggars, some have become thieves, some have become prostitutes, some have become gamblers...but more people have become seafarers. thief.

These poor and pathetic people have spent all their energy just surviving.

Dorag smiled again.

So I really don't blame them for shooting me.

Actually, I understand that they will help whoever wins, but I haven't really won yet.

This time Darren saw it.

There was no sadness or disappointment in Dolag's smile anymore.

There is only relief and a trace of self-blame buried deep in my heart.

It's not just them, everything we see before our eyes, disasters, hunger, strife... is the epitome of the future of the world. In this world of survival of the fittest, happiness will never stop.

Dorag looked at Darren seriously and said in a deep voice word by word:

One day, I will change the world.

Hearing this, Darren couldn't help but sigh.

His mind couldn't help but recall the scene where Dolag was making noise and getting drunk in his yard that day.

It had only been two months since they had seen each other, but Dorag's face was already showing a bit of accumulated vicissitudes of life.

The original innocent, cheerful and passionate temperament of Leng Touqing has almost disappeared, replaced by a kind of free and easy and heroic spirit that sees through the essence of the world.

Now he is a real man.

only.

He will eventually take the original path.

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Most fan fiction only writes about the revolutionary Dorag, but I want to write about his story before he became a revolutionary.

The change of mentality, the transformation of spirit...his experience, his life.

This is also the reason why I chose such an early timeline.

Because everyone deserves to have their story.

There are only two chapters today, and the plot here is more difficult to write.

All the best, please.