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Three days later...
At the 321 branch military hospital, in the senior ward, the blood-stained bandages were being removed one by one, revealing fresh pink skin and flesh beneath. The muscular, angular body exuded a strong male presence, causing the young nurse to blush and feel dry-mouthed.
"Lord Darren, I will help you remove the cast on your arm," the young nurse said softly.
"No need, I'll do it myself," Darren replied with a smile. He lowered his head and punched hard with both fists.
Snap! With the clenching of his fists, the muscles in his arm contracted and swelled instantly, crushing the plaster cast into powder. After mobilizing his muscles and joints, Darren closed his eyes and enjoyed the nurse's care and cleaning.
Tuk, tuk, tuk... There was a gentle knock on the door. Sengoku's figure then appeared as he pushed open the door and entered the ward with a smile.
"Darren, have you seen the reports in the newspapers? You are really famous now," Sengoku said.
Darren gave a military salute and replied with a smile, "All this would not have been possible without your guidance and trust, Admiral Sengoku."
As he spoke, he motioned for the nurse to leave the ward. Sengoku smiled with satisfaction. For some reason, Darren's flattering words always sounded very pleasing.
"It seems that you are recovering well," Sengoku observed.
He looked up and down at Marine Colonel sitting in the hospital bed, who should now be Marine Commodore, and smiled.
"It's okay, I've been lying in bed for three days anyway," Darren said.
Sengoku's eye twitched. He shook his head and continued, "Have you received the notice from the headquarters? There are still seven days before the entrance ceremony for the officer training camp."
Darren nodded.
"That's fine..." Sengoku paused, hesitant to speak further.
Darren smiled, "Admiral Sengoku wants to ask me about the North Blue fleet?"
This kid is really smart, Sengoku thought. He turned serious and said in a deep voice, "Yes, there is such a thing. Darren, with your vision and military talent, you should understand the significance of the North Blue fleet's model to Marine's strategic deployment. A Marine fleet that can fly in the air is enough to change the situation at sea."
"Of course, you can rest assured. The troops of the four seas follow the principle of independent operation, and the North Blue fleet will still be retained. The headquarters wants to apply the model of the North Blue fleet to the entire Marine force."
Darren waved his hands seriously and said, "Admiral Sengoku, there is no need to say much. As long as I can contribute to our just cause, I will cooperate unconditionally. As for the configuration of the North Blue fleet and the transformation of the warships, I will make a clear list and submit it to you for review. If there is any need from the headquarters, I will provide it as much as possible."
"Just let me remind you, Admiral Sengoku, the situation of the North Blue fleet is special. The price of the weapons and equipment and the transformation of the warships may be relatively high."
"Hahaha, the cost is not a problem!" Sengoku laughed. He was very satisfied with Darren's statement and looked at him with admiration.
"See, this is Marine's future star," he thought. "Not like that bastard Borsolino, who is never around and has a terrible attitude!"
"Let's stop here for now."
Sengoku smiled and patted Darren on the shoulder.
"I admire you very much, Darren. After entering the training camp, you must perform well!"
He paused, as if remembering something, then lowered his voice and said:
"When you graduate, you will become my adjutant!"
"The weather looks good today, Admiral Sengoku."
A slow voice sounded at the door of the ward.
Sengoku's face darkened.
Darren had a strange look on his face.
Borsolino was standing at the door, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, looking at Sengoku with a half-smiling expression.
The ward suddenly became very quiet.
Sengoku stood there stiffly, motionless. Darren saw a few drops of cold sweat gradually forming on his forehead.
Suddenly--
"Hey! It's me, Sengoku!!"
Sengoku took out a military telephone bug from his pocket and shouted at it anxiously.
"What!? Such a big thing happened!? Okay!! I'll come back as soon as possible!!"
As he spoke, he quickly walked out of the ward, looking flustered.
Darren: ...
Borsolino pointed at Sengoku's phone bug and "reminded" him with a smile:
"Admiral Sengoku, the phone bug communication hasn't been connected..."
Sengoku paused, his expression changing. He muttered to himself:
"Is the signal bad?"
He gritted his teeth.
"Damn it, why now of all times..."
He quickened his pace and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Several black lines slowly appeared on Darren's forehead.
Borsolino smiled and walked into the ward.
"It seems you are recovering well."
"Good."
Darren moved his somewhat stiff wrists and elbows.
Borsolino glanced at him, a strange light shining under his toad sunglasses.
"I didn't expect you to hide your abilities so well... The North Blue fleet far exceeded my expectations."
Darren glanced at him and smiled:
"Borsolino Rear Admiral, just say what you want."
Borsolino raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"You found me out..."
"Alright, alright, I do have something to tell you."
He spoke slowly, always seeming like he deserved a beating.
"The North Blue fleet is indeed impressive. The strategic significance of flying in the air is great, but haven't you noticed that even with the technological weapons of Germa 66, the firepower configuration of the North Blue fleet is still not enough?"
Darren narrowed his eyes, sat up straight, and raised an eyebrow.
"Borsolino Rear Admiral... what do you mean?"
Borsolino said with a smile:
"The Marine is about to form a special scientific force. This force will mainly be used to integrate the research results of 'genius scientist' Dr. Vegapunk and apply them in actual combat to enhance Marine's effectiveness."
"Dr. Vegapunk, a genius who is 500 years ahead of the world, has discovered some interesting patterns recently... and based on this, he developed a more interesting weapon."
Darren immediately became interested.
"You need to conduct field tests on this weapon to collect experimental data?"
"Bingo."
Borsolino's sunglasses reflected a faint light. He smiled half-heartedly and said:
"North Blue fleet, interested?"
Darren asked: "What is the weapon?"
Borsolino raised an index finger.
"This."
On his index finger, a hot and destructive aura gradually rose.
Golden light gathered.