ficantly, and the quality of life for civilians has improved considerably.""Lieutenant Gion, you are right. The Mafia's money does indeed come from the common people. In that case, I have indeed recei...Three days later.

Ward 321, Military Hospital, VIP Ward.

The bloodstained bandages were ripped apart, revealing slightly pinkish fresh skin and flesh.

That muscular physique, filled with the scent of masculine hormones, made the young nurse's face flush and her mouth dry.

"Darren, now I'll help you take off the cast from your arm."

The young nurse spoke softly and gently.

"No, I can do it myself."

Darren smiled, lowered his head, and clenched his fists!

Click!

With a clenched fist, the muscles in his arms contracted instantly, bulging and shattering the plaster cast that encased them to powder.

After doing some stretches and moving his joints, Darren closed his eyes, enjoying the care and cleaning given to him by the nurse.

Tap tap tap...

A light and gentle knock sounded, followed by Zhan Guo pushing open the door of the ward with a smile.

"Darren, did you see the news in the paper You're really making waves now..."

Darren saluted and smiled.

"All of this is inseparable from the cultivation and trust of the Warring States Grand Marshal."

Saying that, he signaled to the nurse and asked her to leave the ward first.

The Warring States Period smiled with satisfaction.

Even though it's just flattery, somehow when it comes out of Darren's mouth, it always sounds particularly pleasant.

"Looks like you're recovering well."

He looked up and down at the naval officer, no, it should be a rear admiral, sitting on the hospital bed, and smiled.

"Not bad, at least I've been in bed for three days." Darren said.

The Warring States period, his eye twitched.

He shook his head and then said:

Have you all received the headquarters' notice There are only seven days left until the officer training camp's enrollment ceremony.

Darren nodded.

"Then that's settled..." Zhan Guo paused here, as if he had something more to say but held back.

Darren laughed.

"Are you asking me about the Northern Sea Fleet, great general of the Warring States period"

This kid… he's really smart.

Zhan Guo muttered in his heart, then slowly regained his composure and said in a deep voice:

"Well, that's true."

"Darren, with your insight and military acumen, you should be well aware of the significance of the North Sea Fleet's operations and their strategic implications for naval deployments."

A fleet of naval forces capable of flight could alter the balance of power in this sea.

Of course, you can rest assured that the forces of the Four Seas operate independently. The Beihai Fleet will still retain... What this headquarters wants is to apply the Beihai Fleet's model to the headquarters...

Darren waved his hand dismissively and said with a resolute air:

"Generals of the Warring States period need no further introduction. As long as they can contribute to a righteous cause, I will unconditionally cooperate."

"Regarding the equipment configuration of the North Sea Fleet and the modifications made to warships, I will compile a detailed list and submit it to you for your review. If there are any specific requirements from your end, I will do my best to provide them."

"Just a slight reminder, General of the Warring States, the Beihai Fleet's situation is unique. The weapons, equipment, and warship modifications used will likely be more expensive."

"Hahaha, cost isn't an issue!!" Sengoku laughed heartily with a boisterous energy. He was very satisfied with Darren's statement and his eyes held even more admiration for the latter.

Here's a look at the future stars of the Navy.

Just like that Polusalino jerk, always MIA and never puts in any effort!

Then we'll wrap it up here.

During the Warring States period, a man named Zhao chuckled and patted Darren on the shoulder.

"I really admire you, Darren. Once you enter the training camp, make sure to do your best!"

He paused, as if remembering something, and lowered his voice:

"Well... when you graduate, come be my deputy!"

"...The weather seems pretty good today, Warring States general."

A slow, measured voice sounded at the doorway of the ward.

The Warring States Period's face darkened.

Darren looked odd.

Only to see Borusalino, this fellow, didn't know what was already standing at the door of the ward. He leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, looking at Sengoku with a half-smile.

The ward suddenly fell silent.

The Warring States stood there stiffly, motionless. Darren saw beads of cold sweat gradually forming on his forehead.

Suddenly—

"Hey! It's me, I'm Sengoku!!"

Zhan Guo suddenly pulled a military communication bug from his bosom and shouted into it with an anxious expression.

"What!! How could such a huge event happen! Good!! This old man will return as quickly as possible!!"

He walked quickly out of the ward, talking as he went. His back looked a little flustered.

Darren:

"Borusalino raised a finger, pointing at Sengoku's Den Den Mushi and said with a smirk,"

"That...Warring States general, the Phone Bug communication seems to be disconnected..."

The Warring States' footsteps faltered, then "his expression changed," and he muttered to himself:

"Is the signal bad"

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, of all times..."

As they spoke, his pace quickened, and his figure soon vanished at the end of the corridor.

Several black lines slowly appeared on Darren's forehead.

Polusalino smiled and immediately walked into the ward.

"It seems like you're recovering well..."

"Not bad."

Darren was moving his wrists and elbows with some stiffness.

Polusalino glanced at him, his eyes twinkling ominously beneath the frog-shaped goggles.

"I never expected this, you've been hiding so well... The Northern Sea Fleet, it's a far cry from what I anticipated."

Darren glanced at him and smiled faintly.

"Colonel Polusalino, just say what you want to say.

Polusalino raised his hands in surrender.

"You found me..."

"Alright alright, I actually have something I want to tell you."

He speaks slowly, always giving off a kind of infuriating vibe.

"The North Sea Fleet is indeed impressive, with great strategic significance in the air. But haven't you noticed that even with Germa 66's advanced technology weapons, the firepower configuration of the North Sea Fleet... is still a bit lacking"

Darren narrowed his eyes, unconsciously straightening his body, an eyebrow raised.

"Captain Borusalino... you mean"

Polusalino said with a smile:

The Navy is about to form a special scientific force, mainly to connect with the research results of 'genius scientist' Dr. Vegapunk, and apply them in combat to enhance the Navy's combat effectiveness.

"As a genius from the "World's Leading 500", Dr. Vegapunk has recently discovered some interesting patterns...and based on this, he has conducted some research and developed a rather interesting weapon."

Darren then became interested,

"Do you need to conduct field tests on this weapon to gather experimental data"

"Correct!"

Polusalino's glasses reflected a faint glimmer.

He said with a half-smile:

"North Sea Fleet, interested"

Darren asked, "What are weapons"

Borusalino raised a finger.

"That."

A scorching aura of destruction gradually rose on his index finger.

Golden light converges.

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The second volume sets sail, seeking everything.0%, I believe that not only will the government not hold me accountable, but they may even publicly commend me...”As soon as the words left his lips, Vincent Smoker, Gacchi fell into a long silence....