Chapter 169 A Game
"500 pirates or criminals, right?"
"Well, I understand, before midnight tonight... no problem.
North Sea, Rubek Island, in the hall where the Don Quixote family resides.
The flying squirrel put down the encrypted phone bug, looked up at the blond boy wearing a pink feather coat in front of him, and said calmly:
"You also heard that I need your help this time."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, of course it's no problem... It's an honor for me to share your worries with the godfather."
Doflamingo's sunglasses flashed with a strange cold light, and he laughed nervously.
"I should be able to hand over about 200 people here. There happened to be a group of reckless guys making trouble in my casino. Diamanti caught him on the spot. I was still having a headache how to deal with it..."
The flying squirrel said coldly:
"That's not what I care about. Two hundred people are enough."
It can be said that he has no concern for the Don Quixote family's activities in Beihai, and is even a little disgusted.
But since Darren acquiesced to this, and since Doflamingo acted reasonably and did not get involved in some illegal businesses that Darren was not allowed to operate in the North Sea, the Flying Squirrel turned a blind eye to this. .
Casinos, loan sharks, private banks, sex venues, theft, arms smuggling... these ancient businesses cannot be completely banned, and they are not within the scope of their navy's jurisdiction.
In this case, it is better to let Doflamingo centrally control these businesses.
On the one hand, it can collect a large amount of taxes to obtain huge funds for expanding the North Sea Fleet;
On the other hand, it is also convenient for management. Once something happens, you can just go to the Don Quixote family to settle the accounts.
As for businesses such as human trafficking, organ trading and drugs, Darren is expressly prohibited.
These are the rules and bottom lines he has set for Beihai, and no one is allowed to cross them.
"The remaining 300 people will be taken care of by the North Sea Fleet."
After the flying squirrel finished speaking, he picked up the wine on the marble coffee table in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
It is conceivable that with such a simple sentence, the entire Beihai will usher in a terrible bloody storm.
"Thank you for your hospitality. This wine is very good."
"In addition, Darren asked me to tell you that he is very satisfied with your performance during this period."
"Bah, bah, bah, that's perfect."
Doflamingo clicked his tongue and laughed strangely.
"But Admiral Flying Squirrel, I have a question for you."
Looking at the flying squirrel's back as he turned away, Doflamingo's lips curved into an unruly arc.
The flying squirrel stopped for a moment,
"Um?"
Doflamingo sat there, an inexplicable deep aura gradually emanating from his body.
The fingers of both hands were slightly bent and constantly moving, as if they were stirring something in the void.
"Nothing, I'm just curious whether you, who was the admiral of Beihai at the time, are qualified enough to take over the position of godfather!!"
After he finished speaking, he smiled arrogantly and waved his hands suddenly!
Uh-huh! !
There seemed to be some extremely sharp blade passing through the void.
laugh! !
The walls and floor of the resident hall were silently torn open with several deep scratches.
Doflamingo's pupils suddenly shrank into thin needles, and the smile froze on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.
Flying Squirrel, the then Admiral of the North Sea, stood there motionless, still facing away from him.
His body was "cut" in half by invisible threads.
But no blood flowed out from the incision. Instead, the wound that should have been filled with flesh and blood was beating with hot plasma.
"What do you think?"
The flying squirrel's "broken" head slowly turned around and looked at Doflamingo with a sneer.
In an instant,
A biting chill surged from the soles of Doflamingo's feet, causing goosebumps to appear all over his body.
Then the flying squirrel disappeared.
At least in Doflamingo's field of vision, the figure of Admiral Beihai disappeared like a ghost.
As if he noticed something, Doflamingo's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up and turned around.
But it was too late.
A hand wearing a black leather glove had already pinched his neck.
"Doflamingo, you are Darren's godson. This time I won't argue with you."
Holding Doflamingo's neck with his left hand, and looking at his face gradually turning red, the flying squirrel said expressionlessly:
"But if next time, you still want to seek death..."
The right hand that hung down naturally burst out with violent blue lightning, illuminating the dark resident hall like daylight.
"I don't mind trying to see what it's like to kill a Celestial Dragon."
"Is it true that as Darren said, it can make me awaken the overlord color and domineering energy..."
Doflamingo's eyes twitched sharply.
The flying squirrel smiled and let go.
He thoughtfully straightened Doflamingo's messy clothes, then took a step back, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile:
"Then, I'll ask you to cooperate with me in the next work."
Doflamingo had not yet reacted to the flying squirrel's ability. His expression still showed surprise and shock, and he subconsciously reached out to shake the latter's hand.
He waited a full minute after the flying squirrel left the station hall before he sat down on the sofa with a thud.
Without saying a word, he picked up the bottle of red wine and poured it down.
Gulu gulu...
Blood-like wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, wetting and staining his white shirt, but he didn't notice it at all.
It wasn't until the bottle of red wine was finished that he slammed the bottle to the ground.
The wine bottle was shattered into pieces, the remaining liquid splattered on the gray wall.
Doflamingo gasped for air, and it took him a while to catch his breath.
He leaned back and rested his head on the sofa, looking up at the huge and intricately decorated dome of the station hall with a gloomy expression.
at some point.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Doflamingo's crazy, paranoid and distorted laughter was like the devil's ravings, reverberating in the dark and empty hall of the station.
"Interesting... really interesting..."
"It turns out to be the legendary invincible devil fruit!!!"
"You have found all of this... It really belongs to you... My respected godfather!!"
"Are you so afraid of me!?"
"I even didn't hesitate to hand over such a precious thunder fruit to the flying squirrel!!"
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
"This game is getting more and more interesting!!!"
He laughed wildly, and the ferocious veins on his forehead protruded and wriggled like earthworms.
"Then, let's see... In the end, you can't help but kill me first, or I find a chance to kill you!!!"
"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
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Ask for everything and be grateful.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
