Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Chapter 72 Thank you, Godfather

Squeaky...

The door of the classical-style luxury villa slowly opened.

The cold and biting wind surged out from behind the thick bronze door and rushed towards the face. It suddenly submerged Doflamingo's figure and caused the pink feather coat behind him to fly up.

The whole world seemed to stop at this moment.

It was as if something invisible was broken in the air.

Dead silence suddenly fell.

The originally menacing Torebol four...and the hundreds of Don Quixote family members behind them holding blood-stained swords, instantly held their breath and did not dare to move.

They stared blankly at the scene in the hall of the villa, grunting and swallowing their saliva, and a thin layer of cold sweat gradually formed on their foreheads.

The originally chaotic and noisy world became silent.

tick tock,

tick tock,

The sound of some kind of liquid dripping to the ground resounded in the silent world, stirring everyone's extremely nervous heart.

They saw this picture——

Flames burn in ancient fireplaces in the domed hall.

The beating light and shadow intertwine with each other, overtly or covertly outlining the outline of the hall.

A mottled oval conference table with traces of time is placed in the center of the hall. The intricately carved stained glass windows on the walls on both sides shine dimly, and there are oil paintings full of religious atmosphere on the circular dome.

A man hangs on the black wall above the fireplace.

To be precise, there was a corpse hanging.

He had a neat slicked back hair and wore a Mafia-style suit with a lapel collar. There was a blood-red rose on his chest, and his head hung down weakly.

A gleaming metal spear penetrated deeply into his heart, penetrated his body, and nailed his entire body to the wall.

The blood from the wound continued to flow down his suit, trousers, and leather shoes, dripping to the ground.

...forming the "ticking" sound they heard.

They suddenly recognized the identity of the body.

This is the ultimate goal of their profession.

——The head of the Rodriguez family, the underworld tycoon who controls one-third of the illegal industry in Beihai, Rodriguez Michael.

And now, he is dead.

Like some kind of religious and mysterious ritual, hanging on the wall.

On his lowered head, the pair of empty pupils stared directly at all of them.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be showing them a mocking smile.

Torebol and the others suddenly felt their whole bodies tremble, and their pores stood up.

They subconsciously moved their gazes to somewhere in the hall.

In the dim hall with flickering firelight.

There was a man sitting at the main seat of the conference round table.

The firelight could dispel the darkness, but it could not illuminate the man's face.

His face seemed to be forever hidden in shadow.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to expose himself, the world will never discover him.

Torebol and the others could barely see the outline of his figure.

A crisp black suit, a white shirt, a cool black tie, and black military boots.

He sat there with his legs crossed, his fingers holding a cigar gently tapping the conference table, and his sharp and deep eyes looking at them casually in the darkness.

He is smiling.

Although they couldn't see clearly, this thought came to all of Torebol's minds.

"It came just in time."

Darren spoke slowly, breaking the silence.

Light and shadow flowed, and the firelight finally illuminated his face.

He was indeed smiling.

"Well done."

He looked at the young figure of the flamingo with praise.

Doflamingo was silent.

Dead silence.

Torebol and others could clearly see that his fists were clenched tightly, trembling, and clenched tightly.

They could only see Doflamingo's back, but they could guess that their young master's face was absolutely ugly at this time.

At this time, a whistling sound of a telephone bug suddenly sounded.

"Buru Bulu...Buru Bulu..."

Darren took out the military phone bug from his arms and connected the signal:

"it's me."

A deep voice slowly came from the phone bug:

"Report to Commander Daren Base, as of 5 minutes ago, all our operations have ended."

"...17 well-known underworld forces, including the Snooker, Vincent and Rockefeller families, have all been eliminated under the light of justice!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Don Quixote family suddenly took a breath of cold air.

The underground world of Beihai... was all suppressed by the navy! ?

Unprecedented fear instantly flooded into their brains, making their faces turn extremely pale.

The Beihai Navy carried out a bloody cleansing of the underground world... and now the top officer of the Beihai Navy was standing in front of them, plus the body of the head of the Rodriguez family...

Everyone shuddered.

Could it be that...the Don Quixote family...is also the target of the navy's purge?

"Well, I know, you did a good job, I'm very satisfied."

Darren replied to the phone bug:

"Let's start returning. I still have a few things to deal with here, and I will go back soon."

"Yes, Mr. Base Commander."

Military phone bug communications disrupted.

Putting away the phone bug, Darren took a puff of his cigar and slowly stood up from the main seat.

Following his casual action, thousands of people in the Don Quixote family all took a step back.

Only one person didn't move.

Doflamingo still stood there, remaining silent.

His clenched fists were shaking even more.

I don't know what violent impulse I am restraining.

Darren walked towards him step by step.

The expressions of several people in Torebol changed slightly. Just when they were about to make a move, the navy captain's inadvertent look made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they immediately did not dare to move.

With the sound of military boots scraping the ground, Darren finally walked in front of Doflamingo.

He looked down condescendingly at the blond kid in front of him who gritted his teeth and had a gloomy expression, and smiled:

"This is my gift to you, Dover."

His tone was very kind, as if an elder cared about his doting junior.

"From this moment on, the underground world of Beihai...is yours."

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and stretched out his hand, quietly waiting for Doflamingo's response.

"How do you like it?"

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

Everyone in Torebol looked at the motionless back of their young master, their hearts beating rapidly and their brows sweating profusely.

Why surrender...

Why should I surrender?

at some point.

Doflamingo's clenched fists suddenly stopped shaking.

He unclenched his fist.

Torebol and the others seemed to hear a silent sigh.

Then their eyes widened.

they saw,

Their arrogant young master slowly showed a smile on his face and took a step forward.

Gently hold the navy's hand,

Bow slightly,

Kiss the back of his hand respectfully.

"Thank you, my godfather. (Thank you, my godfather.)"

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