Chapter 267 Nothing happened

A certain sea area in the Great Channel.

The Island of White Earth.

Snow was falling from the sky, and suddenly there were several broken screams that passed through the sky from far to near.

Then--

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One after another, figures whizzed down in the sky like cannonballs, falling into the snow-capped mountains at an astonishing speed.

boom!

Four huge roars were heard in the snowy mountains of the White Earth Island, and large amounts of snow continued to collapse under the impact and vibration.

"Damn it! Bear! I told you to control it!"

Dolag's head with a "slipper mark" on his face suddenly emerged from the thick snow, spitting out snow slag and cursing.

As the words fell, heads staring at Xuehua popped up one after another.

"Sorry, if the distance is too far...it will be difficult for me to control the power of the meat ball fruit."

Bartholomew Bear raised his hand and patted the snow on his head, smiling sheepishly.

Dolag glared at him angrily, "pulled" his body out of the snow, and lay on the snow with no posture like a large font.

"I really didn't expect that the Five Elder Stars, the highest authority in the world government... actually possess immortality."

He sighed with some melancholy in his eyes.

Anyone who sees the weird abilities of the Five Old Stars with their own eyes can’t help but feel despair.

"At least we survived."

Ivankov shook his head beside him.

Dolag suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to look at Darren on the other side.

"Hey, Darren...how are you doing now? Are you still alive?"

Darren sat on the snow with some difficulty, leaning on his body. His whole body was covered in mottled blood, and he looked in extremely bad condition.

He took out a blood-stained cigar from his arms, bit it into his mouth, lit it, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Not dead yet."

As he spoke, he adjusted his breathing, regained his strength as quickly as possible, and at the same time quietly surveyed his surroundings.

What comes into view is a vast expanse of white. This island is covered with ice and snow all year round. Like Felsek Island, it has a typical winter island climate.

It is deserted and surrounded by the sea.

With his eyesight and knowledge, he could vaguely identify a large number of reefs in the currents surrounding the island.

With this kind of sea area and geographical characteristics, without internal intelligence, it would be difficult for even the navy's fleet to land without damage.

This is an island that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and under the cover of snow-capped mountains, the army can hide well.

"A very good stronghold. Is this the headquarters of your volunteer army?"

Darren took a long drag on the cigarette, feeling the pungent smoke billowing in his throat, which slightly cheered up his depressed spirit.

Speaking of this, Dorag immediately puffed up his chest and said proudly:

"Hahahaha that's right!"

"How about it, Darren... I traveled almost all of the Grand Waterway to find this hidden island."

"The White Earth Island has a typical winter island climate and is sparsely populated. The year-round wind and snow serve as a natural barrier to hide the traces of the army. It is surrounded by undercurrents to resist foreign enemies... Under the development of this environment, the self-reliant army will form a It developed at an extremely fast speed and became a world-shaking force!”

The more he talked, the more excited he became. He simply stood up from the snow, opened his hands, and said with a majestic smile:

"This island will become an important place that will affect the world pattern in the future!"

Darren rubbed the stubble on his chin, nodded and said:

"The location was chosen well, but you are a bit poor."

"..." Dorag's face suddenly fell.

The bear smiled happily and scratched his head.

Ivankov nodded in agreement.

"At first glance, there are no military facilities... ports, shipping, arsenals, warships, shooting ranges... you don't have any of the things that an army should have."

Darren shook his head and said regretfully:

"If you want the vigilantes as a whole to be able to exert a combat power that can threaten the World Government, it will take at least five to ten years at your current rate of development."

Listening to Darren's unceremonious criticism, Dorag immediately blushed and retorted:

"It is not easy to form an army, let alone to have an army with the power to threaten the rule of the world government——"

His words stopped abruptly and he became hesitant.

He was clearly reminded of the terrifyingly powerful flying fleet under Darren's command.

Thinking of the strength of the North Sea Fleet, it was impossible for Dorag, as the leader of the Volunteer Army, not to be greedy.

He didn't expect that such a silent bastard, Darren, would actually build such a powerful fleet!

It can be seen from the power of the air strikes and bombings in the Holy Land of Mariejoia that the North Sea Fleet under Darren... already has the strength to compete head-on with the World Government!

Thinking of this, Dorag looked at the desolate headquarters of the Volunteer Army, with only a few pitiful buildings here and there, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Xiong, Ivan, please use your devil fruit abilities again and help me heal quickly again."

Darren ignored Dorag's inner feelings. After feeling that his physical strength had recovered a little, he turned to look at Xiong and Ivankov.

"Hey, hey, hey! Even if you need treatment, I'll go first! I'm also seriously injured, okay!"

Drager took a step forward indignantly.

Darren glanced at him:

"I will unconditionally provide 3 billion Baileys of funds as an investment in the infrastructure of the Self-Guard Army headquarters."

Darren was stunned.

Then,

"Bear, Ivan! What are you still standing there for!? Why don't you treat Mr. Darren quickly!?"

He glared at the two of them angrily.

Bear: "..."

Ivankov: "..."

Darren continued:

"In addition, the North Sea Fleet will provide all-round technical guidance for the military organization, establishment and personnel training of the Self-Guard Army."

Darren was stunned again.

He suddenly roared with red eyes, urging frantically.

"Damn it! Use your abilities!"

"Bear, slap all the fatigue and pain out of Mr. Darren... Come on, slap it on me! I can do it! Let me bear all of Mr. Darren's pain!"

"And you, Ivan! One finger of the syringe is not enough, five, no, ten fingers all at once! Mr. Darren is an "indestructible body", he can bear it! What? You can't bear it? I don't care about that!"

Darren: "..."

Bear: "..."

Ivankov: "..."

One minute later.

The figure of the vice admiral has disappeared.

The mottled blood splattered all over the ground, as if something terrible had just happened here.

Bear and Ivankov's faces were sluggish, pale and weak at this time.

They walked carefully to the figure that looked like a bloody man, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they asked in a low voice:

"That... leader, are you okay?"

Drag stood motionless in the bloody snow, his hands folded across his chest, and blood was dripping from his body.

"Has it arrived?"

He asked with trembling lips.