Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Darren rubbed the stubble on his chin and stared at the bear's paw-shaped red light with great interest.

I have to say, this thing looks pretty cute like this.

But cute is cute, but Darren knows that this is by no means as simple as a fluffy flesh pad.

The pain and fatigue accumulated over the years cannot be ignored.

Even leaving aside the countless brutal fights, the fatigue caused by those hellish training day after day is not something that ordinary people can bear.

If you touch it even a little bit, you will probably have to kneel on the spot to eat.

And this is a highly aggregated "concept" energy, rather than a normal "bear paw impact" highly compressed air cannon.

If it's the latter, you just need to find an uninhabited island or sea area to release it.

Xiong pondered, and said with a loud sound:

"My ability cannot make these things disappear out of thin air. Someone else needs to bear them."

Darren frowned:

“What if no one takes it?”

The bear scratched his head and smiled softly and said:

"Then I can only bear it."

"If there is no one to bear the fatigue and pain in a short period of time, the things I photographed will naturally enter my body."

This is what he did in the past.

He was gentle and couldn't bear to see the poor people suffering from the disease, so he volunteered to help those people endure these unbearable pains.

Although they could have found some "scapegoats".

For example, arrest some pirates who have committed crimes and let them endure the "pain" and "tiredness" as a punishment for them.

But unfortunately, in the past, he and Dolag often rescued people in some poor countries or slums, and not every time they could catch pirates in time to bear the burden.

So in the end, in order to prevent the pain and fatigue from being "swatted away" from accidentally injuring innocent people, the bears will take the initiative to bear it silently.

And while they were talking, the dark red light group began to move slowly and unconsciously.

It was slow but obviously drifting towards the bear.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, just let me bear it for you, Darren!"

At this time, Dolag smiled heartily and spoke.

He exuded a heroic spirit of loyalty, and his smile was inexplicably infectious.

Darren said with great interest:

"Are you sure? I always feel that this thing is not something ordinary people can bear, Dorag."

Dorag laughed disapprovingly and said:

"Are you looking down on me? Don't forget, I am a strong man who took off the name of 'monster' earlier than you!"

There was a gleam in the depths of his eyes.

If he helped Darren bear the pain and fatigue, and he accepted this favor from him, when he asked for money later, he would be embarrassed not to give it to him, right?

The calculation in Dolag's heart was very loud.

In the past, he had dismissed Bailey.

Money, something that corrodes will and belief, I, the future Admiral Monkey D. Dorag, don’t need!

But after living in poverty for more than half a year, he couldn't survive a single day without a meal!

Thinking of this, the smile on Dorag's face became even stronger, and he took a step forward with dignity:

"It's just some hidden wounds and pain. With our friendship, so what if I bear it for you!?"

He raised his hands in a heroic and fearless gesture...

The two arms were heavily immersed in the dark red and almost black bear paw light.

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds,

The smile on Dorag's face suddenly solidified.

As if he had suffered some horrific shock and trauma, the skin all over his body twitched, his expression was distorted, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Then……

Bang.

He knelt on the ground.

Bear:……

Darren:…

Dorag:......

The air suddenly became extremely quiet.

"Ahem...I'm just not used to it."

Dorag's face turned red, and he stood up shakily with his hands on his knees, his legs shaking like chaff.

But as he spoke, the look in his eyes as he looked at the thing was filled with disbelief.

He could have sworn that at that moment, he saw his deceased grandma!

Darunla, ah no, the "pain" and "tiredness" caused by the discharge... are simply terrifying!

It's not like he hasn't tried to bear the pain caused by bears slapping sick people before, but this can't be compared to Darren!

It’s simply not on the same level!

If we insist on using quantitative comparison, the pain and fatigue recorded on Darren's body are a hundred or even a thousand times that of a terminally ill patient!

If he hadn't experienced it personally, Dorag would never have believed that the human body could bear such terrible pain!

Thinking about it this way, both Dorag and Xiong couldn't help but look at the Vice Admiral in front of them with doubtful eyes.

What is this guy's body made of? ?

And an even more incredible question that made their scalps numb also followed -

How many times has this guy Darren experienced life and death fights, been on the verge of despair, and been on the verge of physical collapse? ?

Monster...this is the real monster!

They looked at Darren with deep admiration and admiration.

Compared with the extremely talented "monsters" like Dorag himself, Sakaski, Porusalino and Kuzan, people like Darren who relied solely on fighting and training and endured unimaginable hardship and pain ...is the real monster!

At this moment, Dorag finally realized why Darren's strength was increasing at such an exaggerated rate.

Damn it, he is risking his life in almost every training and battle!

This madman...

Xiong and Dolag both grunted and swallowed.

They couldn't help but look at the dark red light group with black color again, their expressions were filled with bitterness, and they subconsciously took a step back.

Even after a round of absorption where Dorag "knelt down" just now, the size of this thing has only shrunk by less than one-fifth.

The remaining four-fifths...if it were the two of them to bear it, they would probably have to stay in bed for half a month even if they didn't die.

"Uh...well, Darren..."

Dorag hesitated.

"Okay, okay, let me handle it."

Darren gave him an annoyed look, then took out a new phone bug and dialed Stussy's number.

"I'm Darren, help me find 10... huh?"

Dorag gestured and blinked desperately.

Darren raised his eyebrows and continued:

"...30, ah no, 100 criminals or pirates who deserved their crimes come here."

"Well, you have to be fast, three minutes."

After saying that, he hung up the phone bug communication.

Happy Street is Stussy's territory. With her power and means, it shouldn't be a problem to find a hundred unlucky people on this island within three minutes.

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