Chapter 52 I Want to Talk
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes under his sunglasses, looking at the uninvited guest seriously.
The black-haired young man stood on the ruins of the building with white smoke, clapping his hands.
He was tall and straight, different from ordinary people, with short black hair and a wide white cloak behind him gently swaying with the wind full of gunpowder.
Although he was a low-class pariah, this young man gave him the feeling of a tall, fierce and handsome beast, exuding an aristocratic temperament that only elite Celestial Dragons have.
He had a deep face like a warrior, and such a person would laugh out loud at his own pain.
Strong but elegant,
Wild but noble,
Arrogant but smart.
This is a man whose eyes are always on the distant horizon.
He had an interested smile on his face.
Doflamingo knew that smile very well.
He had shown a similar smile to his target countless times in the past.
The teasing smile of a hunter looking at his prey, like a cat catching a mouse.
The moment this thought came to Doflamingo, he suddenly felt the irrepressible desire for destruction deep in his heart.
An uncontrollable desire and anger to kill this man, no, to destroy him completely!
How dare he look at me with such eyes!
That look was very similar to the look of the five damn old men of the World Government when I walked up the Stairway to Heaven with my father's head!!
"Doflamingo,"
"Navy!?"
Trebol reacted quickly and confirmed his identity the moment he saw the military uniform on Darren.
In an instant, Darren felt the killing intent coming from all directions like a tide.
Swish, swish, swish!!
The members of the Don Quixote family scattered around raised their spears in unison, staring fiercely at the black-haired navy, and hundreds of black muzzles were all focused on Darren at once.
They are the Don Quixote Pirates.
They never took the navy seriously!
"Hey, hey, hey, you're pulling out your gun just because you don't agree with me?"
At this time, the naval captain raised his hands in surrender and said with a smile.
This action... is he surrendering?
When Torrebol and others saw Darren raising his hands, strange and absurd expressions appeared on their faces.
But the following weird scene made them suddenly feel a piercing chill surging from the soles of their feet and rushing to their brains in an instant.
"I don't like being pointed at by a gun."
The naval colonel laughed.
The members of the Don Quixote family were all stunned.
Suddenly,
an invisible force suddenly spread from the rear admiral in front of them, and they only felt that the gun in their hands was suddenly wrapped by an irresistible force and flew out of their hands uncontrollably!
I saw the fine steel spear floating in the air and turning, and the muzzle was actually aimed at their eyebrows!
What kind of power is this! ?
The faces of the people in the Don Quixote family changed drastically, and the pistol actually moved by itself! ?
They had never seen such a strange power!
When the muzzle of the gun pointed at their foreheads, they subconsciously raised their hands.
Click!
The safety of the long gun suspended in the air was "automatically" opened!
The trigger was pulled in little by little.
Such a terrifying scene,
Such a close distance,
They even smelled the gunpowder in their own guns!
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
The whole street was extremely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Only the "click" sound of hundreds of musket triggers being pulled little by little came out.
An extremely strong fear of death instantly filled their brains, making everyone's face pale.
Some people made a sound of rolling their throats and swallowing saliva.
"Well, at least everyone raised their hands to surrender. I guess Borsalino will like this picture very much."
Darren looked at the pirates who were originally aggressive and were pointed at by their guns. They raised their hands in fear and couldn't help but teasing.
He turned to look at the blond kid,
"Hey, Doflamingo, I want to talk to you."
At first, Darren simply wanted to come over and beat up Doflamingo, the sick blond kid, and get some money.
If he was in a bad mood, he would just beat him up and kill him.
If he was in a good mood...well, then he would give him a quick death.
With his ability, he could definitely easily wipe out the Don Quixote family, and no one in the world would know about it, even the World Government couldn't find out.
As for Doflamingo's so-called Celestial Dragon bloodline?
Darren wouldn't care at all.
Look, the incident of Shields Saint has already shown that the lives of Celestial Dragons are also valuable.
But Doflamingo's words just now made him change his mind.
It's true that Doflamingo is a twisted madman full of desire for destruction, but he is more shrewd, cunning, and more structured than ordinary madmen.
He is different from those pirates who only know how to destroy and plunder.
He can restrain his desires for his own ambitions.
Such a person, even if they are enemies, is worthy of Darren's respect.
And most importantly,
Doflamingo's identity as a "former Celestial Dragon", coupled with his means and abilities, should be very useful if controlled properly.
If he can be controlled, many of his future actions will be much more convenient.
Even the world government doesn't dare to cause trouble for itself, let alone the headquarters.
"Let's talk?"
Doflamingo seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke and laughed sadly:
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Pirates and navy have nothing to talk about."
"That's not necessarily the case. I'm not an ordinary marine."
Darren shrugged indifferently and said with interest.
"——But I don't want to talk to you at all!"
Doflamingo's smile suddenly turned ferocious and twisted, his sunglasses flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly raised his hand and swung it at Darren from the air!
Laughing ferociously:
"...I just want to kill you!"
laugh! !
A sudden sharp crack ripped through the air.
There seemed to be an invisible sharp sword passing through the void, cutting through everything.
A slender cut suddenly appeared in the walls of the two buildings in front, and then the upper half of the building collapsed rumbled along the smooth cut.
Keng! !
A clear voice sounded.
Doflamingo's pupils shrank.
I saw that the black-haired marine's uniform had been cut open on his chest.
The almost transparent sharp thread "cut" into the skin of his chest, but sparks of metal friction appeared, unable to penetrate even an inch!
"impossible!!"
Torepol and other cadres exclaimed with shock on their faces, unable to believe their eyes.
Although the young master is still very young, with the blessing of amazing talents, he has already developed the ability of the thread fruit to a very high level.
That kind of sharp thread can kill people invisible.
Not to mention mere flesh and blood, even buildings and rocks can be cut easily!
With all his strength, the young master even cut a pirate ship in half on the sea! !
but now……
The young master's Thread Fruit ability is actually unable to cut this marine's body! ?
What a monster this is! ?
"Thread fruit? It's a pity that you haven't mastered domineering yet..."
Darren looked down at the sharp threads stuck between the muscles and suddenly smiled.
With his current physique, except for the swordsman's slashes, any attack that does not contain the domineering aura will basically not cause any harm to him.
Doflamingo is only twelve or thirteen years old now, and when he is still growing, he can do this, and his talent is already far better than most geniuses in this sea.
In the frozen eyes of the Don Quixote family,
Darren stretched out his fingers, hooked the silk thread stuck on his chest, and pulled it gently, seemingly casually.
Doflamingo's expression changed slightly.
The silk thread connecting his fingers conveyed a terrifying force that was simply impossible to contend with.
His body was dragged by the thread, flying upside down from where he was, and flying quickly towards Darren.
"If you dare to draw a gun, you should be prepared to be killed."
Darren looked at Doflamingo who was dragged over by him and said with a smile.
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers.
Then,
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
Heavy gunshots echoed in the streets.
The trigger of the long gun hovering in mid-air was pulled at the same time.
Flowers of blood bloomed on the foreheads of Don Quixote family members.
Their heads fell back and they fell like dominoes.
And this time...
Doflamingo has been dragged three meters in front of Darren.
In his sunglasses,
It reflected the cold smile on the navy's face.
Getting closer……
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