Chapter 84 It’s a matter of attitude
Doflamingo slowly exhaled as he watched Senior's figure slowly "sneak" into the wall.
This guy is a new member of the family. He works steadily and decisively. His behavior is not like a rough mafia, but more like a polite gentleman.
Doflamingo noticed Senor early on.
His "Water Fruit" ability allows him to freely dive into the ground or walls after turning into water, as if swimming on the ground, allowing him to move quickly in different spaces.
It is an extremely efficient ability to infiltrate, assassinate, and espionage.
Therefore, although Senor has not yet become the core cadre of the family, Doflamingo will intentionally or unintentionally entrust him with some important tasks to cultivate and exercise his abilities.
Senior also lived up to his expectations.
"Dover... do you really want Senior to save... that guy?"
At this time, Torebol, who had been hesitating for a long time, couldn't help but ask.
Doflamingo lit a cigar again, took a long drag, and raised his head to scan the faces of the Don Quixote family officials one by one.
"So... in your opinion, it would be better for us if Darren died, right?"
Diamanti gritted her teeth reluctantly and said:
"You are our young master! Of course we accept orders from you and trust your judgment."
"But...but..."
He clenched his fists tightly.
"As long as that guy dies, you can replace him and become the 'King of the North Sea'! Isn't it?"
Doflamingo let out a long puff of smoke.
It can be seen from the expressions of Torebol and others that they are afraid of Darren deep in their hearts, as if instinctively.
"You may be right, but I don't think someone like Darren would die so easily."
"You have also seen the information collected about Marinefando."
"The name Rogers-Dahlen no longer represents just the North Sea."
Doflamingo's sunglasses sparkled with complex light.
"A 'monster'-like existence, the chief of the officer training camp...a genius marine who once fought head-on with legendary pirates like Bundy Waldo and Gol D. Roger..."
"It is absolutely impossible for the Navy Headquarters to give up on such a naval officer with great potential."
"If I guess correctly, as we speak, the Navy Headquarters has sent enough combat forces to the New World to launch a rescue operation."
He sighed helplessly.
"So...whether we send personnel to rescue them may not affect the final result at all."
At this point, everyone in Torrebol realized the key to the matter.
"So Dover, why did you send out Senior?"
Torebol frowned.
A self-deprecating sneer curled up at the corner of Doflamingo's lips.
"It's just a matter of attitude."
"Whether Senior helps or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is that we have shown our sincerity."
"Otherwise... think about it carefully, if that guy Darren really survives, and when he finds out that our Don Quixote family is indifferent to this, how will he take revenge on us based on his character? "
Upon hearing this, the cadres present immediately shuddered.
That man's cruel methods...
They simply couldn't bear to think about it.
"and……"
At this time Doflamingo shook his head and said:
"That guy is probably arriving soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Torebol and others were stunned.
Coming? who?
boom!
The door of the garrison hall was suddenly slammed open, and a strong wind filled with the smell of gunpowder suddenly poured into the garrison hall.
Before Torebol and the others could react, hundreds of heavily armed marines rushed in and surrounded them all.
The expressions of Torebol and others changed greatly.
"navy!!"
"What do you want to do!?"
"What's going on here!!?"
"This is the residence of the Don Quixote family!!"
"..."
They were just about to make some move——
Uh-huh! !
The black muzzles were raised in unison, pointing threateningly at the members of the Don Quixote family.
Angry expressions appeared on their faces, but facing the navy elites in front of them who were equipped with various cutting-edge weapons such as stun guns, flamethrowers, metal shrink nets, high-explosive spears, etc., they did not dare to make any move for a while.
The resident hall suddenly became dead silent, and the atmosphere was horribly depressing.
"Lord Doflamingo...the navy...the five warships of the North Sea Fleet have completely sealed off the entire Lubek Island..."
At this time, a peripheral member of the Don Quixote family ran in in panic and reported in a trembling voice.
Doflamingo sneered indifferently,
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, such a big battle... you really don't give me face, Admiral Flying Squirrel."
He raised his head and looked at a figure slowly walking out of the naval force.
The navy stared at the members of the Don Quixote family warily and separated a passage from the center.
The flying squirrel, wearing a large cloak, walked into the resident hall with a cold expression and said calmly:
"Who in Beihai dares not give you face, Don Quixote Doflamingo?"
He raised his hand and ordered to his subordinates:
"Put away your weapons. The Don Quixote family is an important force in maintaining stability in the North Sea. They are the most distinguished and friendly guests of our North Sea Fleet."
Hundreds of naval elites immediately put away their weapons and retreated without saying a word.
The flying squirrel didn't even look at Torrebol and the others, and said solemnly to Doflamingo:
"Doflamingo, you should know the reason for my visit. I'm sorry for visiting you hastily, but I'm not in the mood to be polite to you now."
There was a hint of imperceptible anxiety in his tone... and a deeply hidden murderous intent.
Doflamingo took a deep look at the flying squirrel, as if he noticed something, and suddenly laughed.
"Bah, bah, bah, that's it, I understand."
"Don't worry, I have sent out my manpower and there will be news soon."
"Admiral Flying Squirrel, I am more anxious than you are..."
"Don't forget, he is my godfather... bah bah bah bah..."
The flying squirrel nodded, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in Doflamingo's laughter.
"That's good, I'll wait patiently for your news."
After saying these words lightly, the flying squirrel turned around and left the station with a group of elites.
When he came to the port with his men, he suddenly stopped when he looked at the huge warships cruising on the offshore sea.
On the behemoth ships, a row of large-caliber silver gun barrels seemed to have been installed on the side of the hull.
"Colonel Flying Squirrel, what should we do next?"
A navy man with the rank of major asked solemnly.
The flying squirrel turned around and squinted at the flying skull and crossbones flag above the Don Quixote family's residence in the distance.
"No, keep staring at Doflamingo."
"Continue to wait for the news. If something happens to Darren, no matter whether Doflamingo sends people to participate in the rescue..."
The flying squirrel gritted his teeth, recalling in his mind Darren's instructions to him before leaving Beihai, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Let's all take action directly and surround and kill all the members of the Don Quixote family!!"
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