Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The streets are still in chaos.

Civilians ran away in terror, trying to make frantic phone calls.

Darren and Dolag were still sitting there as if no one else was around, as if they were completely isolated from the chaos of the outside world.

The thunder became louder and louder, and lightning flashed in the dark night sky.

Darren looked at Dorag's scarred face with calm eyes, and suddenly asked:

What are you going to do?

Dorag scratched his head and seemed a little embarrassed and said:

I don't know either, but I have to escape from you first, don't I?

The order you received should be to arrest me at all costs or even kill me on the spot, right?

But if there was ever a chance to escape, I would want to create a completely new organization.

An organization built and supported by harmony, freedom, equality and dreams... I need more people.

He looked at Darren and smiled helplessly.

Originally, I wanted to invite you, but then I figured it out. It's impossible for you to join.

North Sea Fleet, chief of the training camp... your layout and planning in the navy over the years, as well as your character, have destined you to never agree to be my companion.

Darren said jokingly:

Of course.

I can't live a life without beauties, cigars and liquor.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

it is more than words.

Another long while.

Darren finished the cigarette.

He put out his cigarette butt and suddenly said:

Dorag, this is a very difficult road.

I know.

No one will understand you.

I know.

Even the people you want to protect will be afraid of you. They don't even know when they will shoot you in the back and hand you over to the hands of the World Government.

Yeah, I know.

Dorag smiled brightly.

This time it was really brilliant.

It is the kind of bright smile that puts aside thoughts and inner ambitions and bravely faces the misery of life and the distant ideals.

Darren, the world needs radical change.

I know they are just afraid, and this fear will continue all the way, but I cannot stop change because of the fear and weakness of the general public towards change.

Darren smiled,

It seems that you are mentally prepared for everything.

Dorag nodded.

Darren smiled with satisfaction:

Very well, before we start, Lieutenant General Garp asked me to tell you something.

Dorag was stunned.

He asked me to tell you...

Darren repeated Karp's words word for word.

——'Stay alive'.

Dolag felt like he was struck by lightning.

Really...

His eye sockets were visibly red, he grabbed his face with his big hands, and said with some choking:

I'm really sorry...for causing trouble to the old man, everyone, and you...

Tears fell from deep between his fingers, and he gritted his teeth hard.

Damn it, I wanted to be a hero like the old man...but now I'm a fugitive wanted by the whole world.

Darren breathed out:

Dolag, what do you think a hero is?

Dorag was startled, raised his head and looked at Darren, and subconsciously said:

A hero is someone who is strong enough to protect the weak and promote justice.

Darren shook his head and said:

No, strength is important, but a hero is actually a flag.

banner?

Yes, the general public in this world are too weak, and the power they face is too strong. They may want to resist, but they lack a strong enough heart... so they need a flag.

Darren smiled, his eyes burning.

Guide the direction to the confused, inspire courage to the cowardly, and establish faith to the hesitant. It is like a torch shining on the dark world, lighting up the fire buried in people's hearts, and giving them the spiritual strength to move forward...

This is what a hero truly means.

Maybe in my opinion, you are more of a hero now than Lieutenant General Garp.

Because you did something that none of us would dare do.

He pointed at the dazed Dorag and said meaningfully:

You killed a Celestial Dragon in full view of everyone.

You broke the myth of this world... and pulled the aloof 'god' down from the altar.

Hearing this, a smile bloomed on Dorag's face, but before the smile fully bloomed, he suddenly fell silent again, his expression gloomy:

It's just that I failed to protect them after all.

He fled the island immediately after the incident.

He heard this news:

The World Government agents who arrived later launched a search on the island.

The little boy flying the kite and his parents were tortured by the agents, but they failed to survive in the end.

Regret is always the norm in the world. You can't protect everyone, but you must move forward, Dorag.

Darren smiled.

Hearing this, Dolag unconsciously puffed up his chest, his tired smile wrapped in a bit of desolation and pride.

Boom! !

Another thunder tore apart the sky and illuminated the world.

In the howling wind, streaks of ink-like color spread across the ground.

L……

The raindrops kept falling, and soon it was pouring.

The storm has arrived.

At this moment, Darren suddenly whispered in a low voice:

It should be almost time.

Dorag didn't hear his words. He was just immersed in the torrential rain, feeling the cold rain hitting his hair and cheeks. He murmured:

Does even the sky cry for this world?

No, this is the sky sending you off.

Darren smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Dorag was startled, then smiled again.

He picked up his glass.

The two wine glasses carrying the most domineering wine collided heavily in mid-air, and the amber liquid rippled with the luster of a long journey and farewell.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Dolag suddenly stood up, the confusion and loss in his eyes disappeared, only the belief to move forward.

Black hair flew wildly, and lightning illuminated the figure.

From now on,

His former comrades are his enemies,

The behemoths who rule the world are his enemies,

The rotten old system is his enemy,

The foolish heart is also his enemy.

The world was raining heavily and the road ahead was difficult and heavy, so he could only walk alone.

The whole world is an enemy.

But he smiled boldly.

bring it on!!

Darren stood up slowly, raised his hand, and pulled off the hooded coat that covered his face and concealed his identity.

Revealing a black suit and a white cloak of justice.

Under the gaze of everyone, his cold voice seemed to be heard over the violent storm, overshadowed by the lightning and thunder, and spread throughout the island.

Criminal Monkey D. Dorag! I, Rogers Darren, Commodore of the Naval Headquarters...in the name of 'justice', I officially declare your arrest!!

Let's capture him without any hesitation!!

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