Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The flesh and blood are shriveled, the body is emaciated, and the skin is dried and cracked by the sun... hanging in the air like mummies.

If they hadn't twitched from time to time, Arthur would have thought they were dead.

The corners of Arthur's mouth twitched, and he looked back with some reluctance, and whispered:

I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on any longer. Some of them have already lost consciousness.

Darren, who crossed his legs on the desk and closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the weird scene outside the window, nodded and said:

Okay, put them down...give them some water first.

A joyful expression suddenly appeared on Arthur's face, and he immediately turned around and trotted out.

Darren stood up from his seat, lit a cigar, and walked out of the office.

In front of the gate of the dilapidated military fortress, Porusalino lay on a beach chair and basked in the sun comfortably.

‘Could this guy’s Devil Fruit ability become stronger just by being exposed to the sun? ’

A funny and absurd idea suddenly popped up in Darren's mind, and his expression was speechless.

He shook his head, ignored the guy, and walked straight to the port.

At this time, Arthur had already led other marines to lower the group of gangsters from the G5 branch from the air.

They were lying on the ground in a mess, sipping water and letting out weak wails from time to time.

Seeing Darren smoking a cigar and walking towards them step by step, these guys suddenly seemed to have seen the devil, their faces turned pale with fear, and their bodies struggled back.

This boss of theirs is too scary.

First, they were picked up effortlessly, then their hands were tied with ropes, held on the tail of the warship, and dragged all the way back to the G5 base.

This is not over yet.

After experiencing the baptism of drowning in sea water and attacks by sea monsters along the way, they originally thought they would be able to breathe a sigh of relief when they returned to the G5 branch.

Unexpectedly, this is just the beginning.

Hanging...exposure to the sun!

For two full days and two nights, there was no food or water supply!

They saw real hell from the man in front of them!

Compared to this demonic man, how can they, the G5 group, be called hooligans, trash and scum!

Seeing the expressions and movements of this group of crooked melons and jujubes, Darren squatted down with a smile and exhaled a dragon-like smoke from his mouth.

Well, let's talk about the situation now, otherwise it would be quite embarrassing if this matter spread...I, Rogers Darren, was actually robbed by my direct subordinates.

To be honest, I'm angry.

The bearded leader heard this and swallowed his saliva nervously, but finally mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth and said:

This, this is how G5 survives!

The Navy Headquarters' military assistance and funding are extremely limited, and G5 is located in the core hinterland of the New World, surrounded by major pirate forces... If we don't become a little cruel and violent, there is no way we can survive.

The death rate here is too high...the severity of the situation here is beyond the imagination of your own navy!

Having said this, he glared at Arthur and other members of the navy with resentment on his face.

You are sitting comfortably in an office surrounded by a fortress, living a life of luxury and luxury...but we, a group of people, are working hard to survive against pirates in the new world!

If we want to allocate money, we say military funds are limited; if we want support, we say the journey is long!

We can only steal things that your headquarters won't give you! Is there any problem with this?

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and resentment he had spent in G5 for so many years.

This is a new world, not a place like a paradise to play house!

Only those who are violent and cruel enough can scare the pirates! Only then can we defend this shabby damn naval base!

Do you know how high the mortality rate of G5 is!?

40%!! After one year, almost half of the recruits sent here are gone!

Just to defend this broken base!

The bearded man spat out bloody spit and laughed disdainfully.

But what happens in the end?

High-ranking officials and high salaries have nothing to do with us. You bastards who sit in the office and smoke...you still scold us G5 as scum, scum, trash, and hooligans!!

The other G5 soldiers also glared.

Arthur and other members of the navy were scolded into silence. They pursed their lips tightly and fell into silence.

They want to argue.

There are many reasons to object.

No matter what, you are all marines, not pirates!

How can the navy do such things as plunder!?

What's the difference between you and pirates?

...

But they couldn't say it.

Because what the guy in front of me is telling the truth.

The extremely cruel facts were laid before them coldly.

Military fortresses in disrepair, dilapidated forts, rusty gun barrels, unusable warships covered with spider webs...

Even in the previous robbery, the weapons used by this group of G5 people were all rusty. Everyone did not have expensive muskets, only weapons full of gaps and dirty military uniforms.

The only usable ship was rickety and about to fall apart. The ammunition loaded in the barrel was not explosives... but the cheapest smoke bombs.

Under the pressure of shortage of supplies and surrounded by pirates, it would be too extravagant to talk about noble justice and the persistence of the navy.

Seeing everyone fell into silence, the bearded man sneered again:

Are you speechless?

He looked at Arthur and others with contempt in his eyes.

You guys who only talk empty words, how do you know our difficulties -

boom!

A military boot suddenly kicked him hard in the face, sending him flying several meters away.

The bearded man rolled several times on the ground, his face visibly swollen, and he looked at the Vice Admiral with a confused look on his face as he slowly retracted his feet.

No, you said it well...why did you suddenly take action?

I didn't ask you this... I'm quite tired of this. Do you think that as the new base director of G5, I won't know your situation?

Darren sneered expressionlessly.

There was no slightest change in mood caused by Big Beard's words.

The bearded man shrank in fear and stammered:

Then, what do you want to hear?

Didn't you say you were angry that you were robbed by your direct subordinates—our G5—?

Darren looked at him like he was an idiot, and suddenly asked:

Who said I'm angry because of this?

The bearded man said in astonishment:

Then why are you angry?

Darren's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Now that you have selected the target, you should be more ruthless and decisive and directly penetrate and sink my warship... Judging from your performance just now, the water resistance should be very good, right?

Sink the warship, wait until we fall into the water, and then you can harvest... Isn't this good?

Even if part of the treasure is lost like this, it is at least safe enough. If we move quickly enough, we won't even be able to send out a distress signal...

He looked at the bearded man and the other G5 navy with disdain on his face, hating that iron cannot make steel:

With your level, you still imitate other people's robbery!?

What a shame!

Big Beard and others felt like they were struck by lightning.

My mind goes blank.

yes! !

Darren's words exploded in their minds like thunder.

Doing so is undoubtedly a more effective, faster and more reliable method!

What a genius!

wrong……

The bearded man and the others suddenly realized something and stared blankly at the Vice Admiral in front of them.

No, why are you so professional! ?

You are a serious navy!

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