ryone possesses your monstrous talent, Lieutenant Polusalino.Here's how to translate the content within triple angle brackets:**Understanding Your Request:*** You want to translate text inside `` * H...Half a day later.
Supplies and baggage were loaded onto warships under the orders of their superiors.
Naval personnel from headquarters were in high spirits, enthusiastically carrying a colorful array of supplies.
The freshest fruits, lean and fatty cured meats and canned goods, even fine cigars and whiskey... Having come from the naval headquarters, they had never seen such a wealthy naval branch before, and they thoroughly felt the warmth of their fellow comrades in the North Sea Navy.
Doflamingo stood on the deck, a smile plastered across his face as he remarked:
"The soldiers of Beihai are truly too polite..."
He pulled out a bag of senbei from the goods and tore it open, eating it with a big mouth, making a crisp crackling sound.
"Drog, don't let that treacherous Darren corrupt you."
Gion raised an eyebrow slightly and said with some displeasure.
"How could that be I am a steadfast believer in the Navy."
Dolarge chuckled, "Aha!" He then pulled out a box of cigars from another crate, selected one, lit it, and puffed contentedly. A look of pure pleasure crossed his face as he closed his eyes.
Gion: …
Her canines bit her lower lip.
"Darren, you bastard!!"
Dracule Mihawk is undoubtedly the most brilliant genius and representative of the Marines. As the "hero's" blood relative, he was born with a halo over his head. Coupled with that unique and innate gentle leadership charisma, he has earned himself a very good reputation within the Marines.
He is a star officer unanimously recognized by the high-ranking officials of the Marine Headquarters as someone who will inevitably become Fleet Admiral!
Such a perfect person, Gion simply cannot tolerate him being infected by Darren's corrupt and decadent lifestyle.
"It's not a good habit to gossip about others behind their backs, Lieutenant. "
Darren stepped onto the deck of the warship step by step, his steps steady, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked at Gion.
Gion let out a cold snort, turned her head away, but remained silent.
"What's wrong, is it disrespectful to see a superior"
Darren smiled.
Gion's face turned pale, and she turned around, reluctantly giving a military salute.
"Darren is ready."
He left immediately after finishing.
Dorgath stroked his chin thoughtfully, watching Darren and Gion with a curious expression. He mused to himself that the relationship between these two was rather peculiar...
"Gion's personality is like that, though. Even though she talks tough, it's clear she still approves of you."
Drogon smiled at Daeron.
Darren shrugged and said nonchalantly:
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart either."
Doreamon nodded and smiled again:
"How are you feeling You're about to leave Beihai, where you've lived for so many years, what do you think"
Darren also lit himself a cigar, his expression calm.
"People always need to look forward, besides, I'm not coming back forever."
"You're pretty open-minded, aren't you" Mulgrave chuckled and shook his head.
"Set sail!!!"
At this time, the messenger's loud voice rang out, rippling across the vast sea.
A rusty, black anchor was dragged from the sea water, leaving trails of bubbles in its wake.
With the magnificent sails billowing, the imposing black characters "Justice" seemed to come alive and dance in the air. The warship rumbled deeply, its engines humming, and began to move slowly, sailing out of the 321 branch naval base.
On the deck railing, a piercing scream filled with agony ripped through the air. Tears streamed down her face as she waved frantically towards the harbor.
Goodbye!!
"Miss Maria, Miss Yuki, Miss Kyoume, Miss Aoi... and Lady Lorel, Lady Scarlette, Lady Fix... While I'm away, please take care of yourselves!! Remember to write me letters!!"
"I will never forget you all!!"
Darren: ...
Dora…
"That...Captain Jia and Major He have always been like this… well, emotionally expressive"
Dorag's mouth twitched, he looked at this scene with some bewilderment.
Darren rubbed his temples, groaning in pain. He nodded weakly.
Then they saw Gion, covered in black lines and radiating killing intent, striding past. He directly grabbed Kakei's back of the neck and dragged him, who was crying his eyes out, back onto the deck.
The warship sailed out of the harbor.
Darren stood at the bow of the ship, facing away from Branch 321, smoking silently.
"Aren't we leaving soon Shouldn't I say goodbye to everyone"
Drog walked up to him and asked with a smile.
Darren shook his head.
"It's not necessary."
His motto in life is to always move forward and never look back.
For over a decade, he has lived his life this way, and he believes that his future will continue to be the same.
But they didn't think that way.
Drogon smiled and patted Darren on the shoulder, then turned and walked into the cabin.
"Alright, Darren, the next leg of the journey is yours."
Before Darren could make sense of Dorag's words, a raspy roar suddenly erupted from the port of the 321st branch behind him.
"Everyone!"
"Ready..."
Boom boom boom boom!!
Countless deafening cannon blasts echoed from afar, shaking the heavens.
Darren was stunned.
He pursed his lips and slowly turned away.
Only to see that the port of Branch 321 was already packed with a dense throng of sailors, it was unknown when they had arrived.
They spontaneously formed a vast military formation, looking like a surging blue and white ocean from afar. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their expressions were fervent with excitement.
A flying squirrel in an officer's cloak stood at the front of the crowd.
He stood there with his chest held high, raised his hand to take off his military cap, took a deep breath, and then, with all his might, shouted loudly:
"Salute!!!"
As his words fell, tens of thousands of naval soldiers from the North Sea raised their arms in unison, bringing them level with their eyebrows. The force was so sudden and powerful that it even whipped up gusts of wind and thunder.
Their eyes burned with longing as they gazed at the tall figure that had disappeared into the distance. Some were already on the verge of tears.
The world suddenly fell silent.
Darren stood there, a complex curve slowly forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Really..."
He murmured softly.
He suddenly raised his head, his posture straight as a javelin.
Raise your hand in salute!
A smile appeared on the flying squirrel's face, and he waved his hand decisively.
Boom!!!
On fortresses, warships, and military strongholds, countless heavy guns spewed fire.
Cannon fire thundered across the sky, blossoming into a vibrant display of colors.
"Farewell, Admiral Darren!!"
"Farewell, Admiral Darren!!"
"..."
The cries of moving mountains and filling seas echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.
Amidst the cheers of countless naval officers and soldiers in Beihai, the warship quickly disappeared into the distant sea.
Until the outline of Branch 321 was a tiny black dot on the sea surface, Darren didn't let go.
He took a hard drag of his cigarette, suppressing the unrest within him, and walked slowly into the hold.
"Colonel Dorag, our course is set…"
He stopped mid-sentence, his face covered in black lines.
Only Dorag lay on the floor with no dignity, snoring heavily, his mouth holding a bubble that expanded and contracted with every breath he took.
Darren paused for a moment, then chuckled silently.
He finally understood what Doflamingo meant earlier.
Darren shook his head, gazing out at the world beyond the ship's porthole.
The warships sailed towards the distance, navigating the undulating blue sea.
A white seagull leaped from the mast, spreading its wings and cutting through the blue sky with a defiant dash towards the distance.
He clenched his fists.
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