stimation, any professionally trained sailor equipped with a similar combat suit would likely achieve combat effectiveness comparable to that of a naval lieutenant commander.And just then——"Hahaha!! L...In the hospital hallway, two people gazed at each other from afar.
Snowflakes are dancing outside the window.
But the flying squirrel felt that indoors was colder than outdoors.
Chilling to the bone.
Darren's smile became increasingly deep, rebellious, even manic.
"You're saying something like this has never happened before..."
"Yes, indeed, never."
But "never before" does not mean it is impossible, nor does it mean it is wrong.
His tone suddenly became profound.
"Ones and zeros, the meaning they represent, can be vastly different."
As soon as these words were spoken, the flying squirrel seemed to be struck by lightning. His hands trembled slightly.
He only felt a unprecedented fear, gripping him tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe, almost suffocating.
The next second, he suddenly clenched his fist tightly, raised his head resolutely, and gritted his teeth:
"I'll go with you."
Darren smiled with satisfaction, as if he had finally received the answer he wanted.
But he directly refused.
"No need, I prefer to work alone."
"And even if something really happened to me, I'd be confident entrusting the Beihai Naval Fleet to you."
"You stay here and keep an eye on those two."
"I'll be back soon."
After finishing his words, Darren turned around and left without hesitation.
Not until Darren's figure disappeared down the hospital corridor, did the squirrel statue finally relax and let out a slow breath.
He had realized, to his own surprise, that a layer of cold sweat had already formed on his back at some point.
He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly turned toward the end of the corridor, his expression solemn as he offered a military salute.
Even if there were no one there.
Suddenly,
The flying squirrel unconsciously looked out the window.
Heavy snow was falling, shrouding the entire world in gloom.
The clouds in the distance were pitch black, with flashes of lightning and thunder roaring, as if brewing a terrifying storm.
"The times are going to change..."
The flying squirrel mumbled, then turned around, his eyes quickly returning to their usual firmness.
"As expected of you, Colonel Darren."
He murmured, his voice trembling, yet a genuine smile played on his lips.
"As your adjutant… I am deeply honored."
He clenched his fists.
Darren is right.
Even if you go yourself, it won't be helpful.
With my own abilities, I can't really help Darren at all.
But maybe by staying behind, I could do something.
One minute later.
Leaving the hospital, Darren found himself alone in the north of Battiya Island.
Here is a vast expanse of undulating mountains. Due to the heavy snowfall, the lush forests that once thrived in the mountains have transformed into a snowy white world.
Making sure no one had spotted him, Darren pulled a crumpled white paper from his pocket.
The white paper has only half, with obvious tearing marks.
Life Card.
This is your own life card.
Place the life card flat in your palm, and you can see it clearly. As if driven by an invisible force, the life card slowly moves in a certain direction.
With the specific direction confirmed, Darren put away his life card.
Although acting now is certainly risky, Darren is not a reckless person.
He was able to climb from the lowest rank of soldier step by step to his current position of power, and his ability relied on more than just brute force.
He believed that his prudence, vision, methods, and analytical ability were no inferior to anyone else's.
Even when he was handed the mission, he had confirmed that all the CP members coming to escort Sir Eldes were from CP1.
That was a group of intelligence operatives who were even better than the CP9 guarding Enies Lobby.
This also means that the guards escorting Sirleds Saint... none of them possess domineering presence.
That's enough.
Thoughts flitted through his mind, and suddenly Darren's fingers twitched with a faint spark of electricity.
An invisible force field suddenly spread out from his body.
The metal guard on his right arm instantly "melted," writhing like liquid metal as it rapidly extended into a wafer-thin sheet of metal.
About one meter long and less than half a meter wide, the front part is triangular in shape, with an overall sense of streamlined beauty.
Like a silver skateboard, it floats steadily in mid-air.
Darren stepped onto his skateboard, slightly bending his knees and leaning forward with his upper body.
The next second —
Under the impetus of a turbulent, surging magnetic field,
The metal skateboard shot the naval captain out at an unbelievably astonishing speed, breaking the sound barrier in a blink and exploding into muffled sonic booms in the vacuum of space.
It quickly vanished into the dark, storm-ridden clouds of lightning and thunder, disappearing into the distant sky.
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At the same time.
Bataria Island offshore waters.
A luxurious ship bearing the flag of the World Government sailed leisurely on the sea.
"Oh, no!"
"What a strange weather. It's snowing in the middle of summer! This isn't even Narnia."
On deck, the Celestial Dragon Silde Saint sneezed, tightened his fine clothes, and muttered a curse.
Under a sky the color of ash, goose feather snowflakes fell. They danced down and landed on the deck and masts of the official ship, covering the entire vessel, which was painted white throughout, with a layer of silver frost.
A frigid wind whipped across his face, the low temperature causing even Sir Eldes's glass enclosure to fog over.
"Sir Silas! According to the set course, if nothing unforeseen occurs, the official ship will arrive at the Holy Land in two days."
A CP member in a black suit walked over respectfully, knelt on one knee, and presented a soft sable coat with both hands.
"The CP1 department of the World Government, with a total of 12 members, will be at your service during this return voyage!"
Sildes Saint took the expensive-looking mink coat and put it on, grumbling slightly:
What is cp1 Where are the members of cp0
All Tianlong people have their own bodyguards, but Sirtheus Saint's bodyguard was almost wiped out when they encountered the "World Destroyer" Bandy Wald.
Within the intelligence agencies under the World Government, CP0, as the highest level of the C.I.PH.E.R.-Po.L agency, has the authority to dispatch personnel from CP1 to CP9.
Normally, when faced with such threats and dangers, the Holy Land should at least dispatch one or more CP0 members to be responsible for their own security.
... is not the primary officer responsible for intelligence work.
The CP1 team leader said with trepidation:
"Report to Sir St. Hilde, the CP0 members are engaged in a pursuit operation with the Navy against the pirate Bondi Waldo. A significant amount of combat power has been mobilized."
"This return flight, the cp department has already conducted a safety analysis, there will be absolutely no problems, please rest assured."
Sieldes Saint-Wenyan only nodded impatiently.
Although World Nobles have the authority to deploy CP-0, it is only limited to important events and crisis situations.
Under normal circumstances, the true deployment authority of CP-0 actually rests with the World Government's highest power, the Five Elders.
"Master, the weather is cold. Please return to your cabin and rest."
The squad leader respectfully said.
Sildes Saint waved his hand,
"No, take me to my wife first."
The cp1 member nodded, turned and led the way, stepping into another separate cabin.
The hold was dark, thick with moisture and the stench of decay, with a faint hint of blood.
A slave-specific cage was placed in the center.
A little girl with shackles on her hands and feet, her mouth gagged, shivered there.
The moment she saw the Tianlong people walk in, her red-rimmed eyes, filled with tears, flashed a stubborn glint as she glared at them.
"What a piercing gaze..."
Sildys's heart pounded with excitement.
It's just this feeling...
When others knew their identities, they all became obedient and fearful like lapdogs.
It's not very interesting.
It's that kind of stubborn gaze that makes it worthwhile to conquer.
Watching her crumble step by step under her own torment, the light in her eyes fading little by little...
That process is truly the most interesting and enjoyable thing in the world.
"Just a little longer... my beloved wife, wait for me just a little longer. When we return to the Holy Land, we will live happily ever after."
He couldn't help but laugh out loud, because the troubles caused by the weather vanished, and he walked out of the cabin.
Although his blood was boiling, he struggled to contain himself.
But how could the noble Celestial Dragons find amusement in this filthy, wretched hold
And her clothes were also filthy, covered in mud, so she had to return to the Holy Land first to be cleansed.
Otherwise, even your own body will be tainted with a lowly smell.
The hatch closed again.
In a sea of darkness,
The dim lights danced with the rocking of the ship, casting flickering shadows and illusions.
The little girl sat there, motionless.
Both his knees and arms have new scrapes, presumably from being dragged into the cell.
The thin frame huddled tightly into the corner, hiding in the shadows.
What went unnoticed was,
Her little hands were clenched into fists.
Hold a piece of paper tightly in your hand.
That was the handsome navy brother, when he was "restraining" himself, putting something into his hand.
She didn't know what it was.
But somehow,
She hasn't let go.
As if it could give her safety and shelter, and… in this dark world.
The only hope.
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