Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

After finishing his training of Doflamingo, Darren returned to Beihai Branch 321.

As soon as he walked into the base director's office, Flying Squirrel, who was immersed in processing documents, said with a helpless face:

Why are you here again?

Darren sat on the soft leather sofa like a boss, lit a cigarette and said with a smile:

What's wrong? Are you so unwelcome to me?

The corner of Flying Squirrel's mouth twitched.

After a few days of peaceful life, Darren came back again.

It's not that I'm not welcome, it's just that your special training is too perverted.

He asked angrily:

Have you tortured Doflamingo?

Darren poured himself a glass of whiskey, but couldn't find any ice cubes. Suddenly, he missed Kuzan's hot-blooded guy.

After all, something like whiskey still has to be paired with ice cubes. At room temperature, it is just like a certain drink, like horse urine.

Well, that's right. I gave him guidance on his practice.

The flying squirrel glanced at him and suddenly became interested.

You haven't given up yet?

Flying Squirrel is very clear about Darren's desire to train Doflamingo.

Although he didn't understand Darren's behavior, which was similar to raising a tiger for trouble, he always respected Darren's decision.

Doflamingo is a rare talent, and it turns out that it was a wise choice for me to hand over the underground world of Beihai to him.

Darren smiled and said:

He's still a kid, don't be too hard on him.

The flying squirrel frowned and said in a deep voice:

I'm afraid you'll lose it in the end. No matter how you look at it, that guy doesn't look like he's willing to take advantage of others.

He hesitated for a moment and then said:

Do you know what happened to the mafia bosses he purged?

He used his Devil Fruit powers to control them, and then locked him and his subordinates up and made them kill each other. Only the one who fights to the end will survive.

The Flying Squirrel sighed, that was what worried him.

Doflamingo, the brat, has a very twisted personality.

The naturally superior bloodline of the world's noble Celestial Dragon gave him a different kind of arrogance and arrogance, and childhood trauma made this arrogance turn into pathological paranoia.

He does not allow anyone to step on his head, and his morbid paranoia will breed hatred and anger, and finally turn into a twisted desire for destruction.

His pure desire for destruction and malice led him to disregard life, treat everything as a game, and take destroying other people's dreams and hurting other people's lives as his greatest pleasure.

Darren paused thoughtfully at the flying squirrel's reminder.

After pondering for a few seconds, he slowly said:

Flying Squirrel, did you know? Behind all the obsessions of adults, they are actually trying to compensate for their childhood shortcomings.

To put it bluntly, what Doflamingo did was just a bad kid trying hard to gain attention.

In the original plot, he seizes the heavenly gold to seize the position of King Shichibukai, steals the power of Dressrosa, becomes the largest intermediary in the underground world, and even cooperates with Kaido to produce artificial devil fruits, and crazily exports war around the world...

All of his actions were just an attempt to gain the attention of the World Government—or, more accurately, the Draco—in order to prove that the Draco's decision to expel him from the Holy Land of Mary Joa was wrong.

...Open your eyes and take a look. Since you are unwilling to accept me as a Celestial Dragon again, then I will destroy the world you rule!

This is Doflamingo's inner thoughts.

I have no comment on what he has done. We must treat the enemy as fiercely as wildfire.

The corners of Darren's mouth curved slightly, and he exhaled a stream of smoke.

To put it bluntly, he is just a kid who is childish and naive, has excessive self-esteem due to excessive pride, and is extremely vindictive... Being suppressed by you and me with great strength, he must have a place to vent his inner anger.

At least he obeyed the rules and didn't attack civilians, right?

The flying squirrel pinched his temples and said with a headache:

I'm afraid that one day if something happens to you, he will lose control completely...Doflamingo doesn't look like someone who would surrender to power.

Darren nodded with deep understanding and said with a smile:

Of course, to deal with such a brat, education with sticks alone is far from enough. Maybe you can use absolute strength to scare him and subdue him, but he will still be unconvinced in his heart.

He will only hide his hatred for you deeper, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting for you to be caught off guard and bite you hard...

If you want to truly conquer Doflamingo's heart, you can't just use your fists.

Then what else can be done?

The flying squirrel asked in confusion.

Darren smiled meaningfully:

It has to be done with love.

Flying Squirrel:? ? ?

He looked at Darren confused.

After a long time, he muttered out:

Doflamingo...is not a woman.

Darren: ...

He rolled his eyes.

I always feel like Flying Squirrel is getting more and more boring.

Sure enough, sitting in the position of Admiral of Beihai, there were too many banquets and entertainments, which made him mature a lot.

I mean Doflamingo is very unloving.

Darren said angrily:

In your opinion, what is Doflamingo's greatest weakness?

The flying squirrel shook his head.

There is an inexplicable meaning in Darren's eyes:

His greatest weakness is his dead biological father.

He hates his biological father, hates his incompetence, hates his innocence... He has lacked his father's care since he was a child. Deep down in his heart, he actually longs for a father who is powerful, famous and amazing.

He needs a strong father to give him love, care and guidance, and give him enough recognition... He will stroke his hair and praise him You did a great job when he makes progress, and also when he encounters When he was frustrated or hit a wall, he patted him on the shoulder and said, It's okay, I'm here.

He is extremely eager to have such an identity.

Hearing Darren's words, the flying squirrel became thoughtful.

After a moment, he took a deep look at Darren and said with a wry smile:

You guys are really a devil.

Yeah?

Darren smiled disapprovingly:

I have taken on the responsibility of being a godfather, caring for weak orphans, and helping a young man with a twisted mentality to go on the right path... Some places would call people like me an angel.

Flying Squirrel: ...

It's really shameless.

Okay, I have to go back.

After smoking a cigarette, Darren put out the cigarette butt, drank the whiskey in one gulp, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the office door.

The moment he opened the door, Darren's footsteps paused.

I'll leave the North Sea to you, Flying Squirrel.

The flying squirrel said nothing.

He just stood up suddenly, raised his hands solemnly, and saluted with a military salute.

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