Chapter 160 I Don't Blame Them

"How about this move of mine? Isn't it powerful?"

Drager tried to smile at Darren with sunshine.

But he failed.

There was only sadness and loss in his smile.

In the flickering lightning in the sky, it looked bleak.

Darren noticed this keenly, frowned, and suddenly asked:

"This story should not be finished yet, right?"

Drager smiled far-fetchedly.

"Yes, this story is not over yet..."

He hasn't finished yet.

The strong wind on the eve of the heavy rain swept through the streets, blowing up countless fallen leaves on the ground.

It also blew up the hood that covered Darren's face.

Darren's pupils shrank slightly.

Drager's appearance has not changed much from the past, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, deep and clear lines, and messy black hair.

The only thing is a new scar.

The scar is on his left face, splashing out like an umbrella, with some festering blood and flesh, and traces of burns.

"Gunshot wound."

Darren was slightly stunned.

Suddenly——

"It's him!!"

"The latest wanted criminal of the World Government!"

"Monkey D. Dragon!"

"Why is he here!?"

"Damn it! Don't move!"

"Quickly notify the Navy!"

"..."

Voices of fear, anger, hesitation, and fear rang out from the street.

As Dragon's hood was blown away, the pedestrians around him recognized him with fear!

The whole street fell into chaos in an instant——

Some people fled with children with pale faces;

Some people's eyes showed greedy light, tremblingly raised their pistols, and pointed the guns at Dragon;

Some people tried to use the Den Den Mushi in the phone booths and stores to notify the local government and navy, but were surprised to find that all the Den Den Mushi could not connect to any signal...

Faced with all this, Dragon sat there as if he didn't notice it, just smiling calmly at Darren.

"I see, I understand."

Darren's eyes flashed, his fists clenched unconsciously, and a faint arc of electricity jumped on the surface of his skin.

"With your strength, if you are on guard, even CP members with seastone bullets can't hurt you. If so, there is only one explanation..."

"Yes..."

Drag couldn't help but smile a little sadly, and then finished the story.

"After I killed that Celestial Dragon, I easily dealt with those CP guards."

"But when I turned around, I saw an incredible scene."

"Civilians on the street fled in panic, some called the navy, and some broke down and cried, but this is not the most important thing."

Drag paused here, finally picked up the wine glass and took a sip, choked and coughed violently, his face flushed slightly.

He gasped:

"The parents of the little boy I saved, they trembled with fear and picked up the pistol of one of the CP members..."

The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little absurd:

"Aim at me."

Something seemed to break suddenly in the air.

Silence fell.

Boom! !

Another pale thunder tore through the dark sky, and the roar was deafening.

"Just like now."

Darren looked at the crowd around him expressionlessly.

They were watching, coveting, and fearing;

Some of them were running away, while others picked up guns.

Glanced by the commodore's cold eyes, the civilians who were originally ready to shoot were frightened and dropped their pistols and fled in panic.

"I don't understand, Darren...I'm obviously standing up for them, I'm protecting them, they shouldn't be afraid of me..."

Darrag's eyes were a little red, and his expression was a little incomprehensible.

"I'm clearly doing a good thing. I'm clearly a righteous navy."

Darren took a puff of his cigarette and said slowly:

"Yes, good people should be pointed at by guns."

Darren whispered:

"They kept saying 'I'm sorry' to me, and I tried to go up to them to calm their emotions..."

"But they still shot after all."

Darren suddenly said.

Darren was silent:

"Yes."

"Because you were not prepared, and you didn't expect them to really shoot."

"Yes."

"Do you know why they shot?"

"I know, they don't want to die."

Darren sneered.

Yes, they don't want to die.

Darren killed the Celestial Dragons. As the parties involved, they must kill Dorrag to "atone for their sins" in order to survive.

Even if Dorrag killed the Celestial Dragons to save them.

The world is so absurd.

Darrag suddenly let out a long breath and smiled.

This smile revealed a bit of freedom and relief.

"I don't blame them."

"I know... they are just ordinary people, they have their own lives, they have their own lives, they just want to live a peaceful life, live their lives steadily... They are also protecting themselves and their families."

"I don't blame them, this is what they should do, they have already told me sorry."

"But at the moment I was shot, I understood a truth."

"Those people who kneel down in front of the Celestial Dragons are not kneeling for the so-called power, but for this damn, terrible world."

"The corrupt system, the despicable morals, the selfish human heart... The existence of the Celestial Dragons is just a freak created by all these chaos."

While speaking, Dorag looked at a corner of the street in a trance.

Darren followed his gaze.

A woman sat on the muddy and dirty roadside, her face pale from hunger, her face haggard, and her clothes tattered.

She was holding a rag-like thing in her arms - it was a child.

And less than five meters away from her was a luxuriously decorated restaurant.

Looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, because of the riot caused by Dorag's appearance, all the customers in the restaurant had fled.

There were only tables of hot, expensive and exquisite meals left.

Dragon looked at the food, then at the hungry woman, pursed his lips, and whispered:

"Did you see it, Darren?"

"This is the truth of this world."

"The Celestial Dragons are arrogant and extravagant. They need money, so they squeeze the major member states."

"The politicians and nobles of the member states squeeze the landlords and merchants, and they also squeeze ordinary civilians."

"Countless people, they stay at the bottom of this society forever, hungry, some become beggars, some become thieves, some become prostitutes, some become gamblers... but more people become pirates."

"These poor and pathetic people, just surviving has used up all their energy."

Drag smiled again.

"So I really don't blame them for shooting at me."

"In fact, I understand everything. They will help whoever can win, but I haven't really won yet."

This time Darren saw it.

There is no more sadness and disappointment in Dragon's smile.

There is only relief and a touch of self-blame buried in the bottom of his heart.

"It's not just them. Everything we see before our eyes, disasters, hunger, disputes... are the epitome of the future of the world. In this world of survival of the fittest, happiness will never stop."

Darren looked at Darren seriously and said in a deep voice, word by word:

"One day, I will change this world."

Hearing this, Darren couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scenes of Darren quarreling and getting drunk in his yard that day.

It's only been two months since we last met, but Darren's face has obviously become more mature.

The original innocent, cheerful and passionate temperament of the young man is almost gone, replaced by a kind of free and easy and heroic spirit that sees through the essence of the world.

Now he is a real man.

It's just that.

He will eventually go on the original path.

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Most fan fiction only writes about the revolutionary Darren, but I want to write about his story before he became a revolutionary.

The change of mentality, the transformation of spirit...his experience, his life.

This is why I, Lao Ma, chose such an early timeline.

Because everyone should have their story.

There are only two chapters today, and the plot here is more difficult to write.

I pray for everything and wish you all the best.