Pirates Never Work Overtime

Chapter 12 Justice in the Navy

Moers was smoking a cigarette and walking on the dusty dirt road. The towering trees on both sides stood tall and straight without any trace of decoration. The leaves falling in the wind were scattered around the big trees randomly. It seems that there should be very few people here. Merchants are haunted!Otherwise, they would not even build roads. After all, if you want to get rich, you should build roads first. This is an eternal truth.

That bastard Rocco is really self-proclaimed, how good is the wine on this condition, and the East China Sea is famous. If it is famous, the group of vampires would have included this place in their business scope long ago.

Thinking of this, he suddenly loses interest, and his originally brisk footsteps also slow down. Looking at the towering giant trees around him, he suddenly spit out the smoke in his mouth on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and supported the light on his waist. Jump up, jump on the branch of the big tree by the side of the road.Looking into the distance, the beautiful scenery is in sight, and the mood is much better.

Sure enough, it smelled much better than the dust on the ground. The outline of the village in the distance came into my eyes. Moers kicked hard, and the whole person jumped on the big trees on both sides of the road. He wanted to try Naruto for a long time. It feels like walking through the tree, but there has never been a suitable opportunity before. Today, no one saw it, and this tree is also very suitable, just try it.

Jumping and jumping, I started to let myself fly. I tried almost all kinds of postures, somersaults, rollovers, 720° rotations, and standing long jumps. Stable landed on the edge of the village, smiled and greeted the on-duty staff at the security point not far away.

"Brother, do I need to register to enter the village?"

"Hai, Haijun, hurry up and ring the alarm bell to inform the village that Haijun is coming again."

The two officers on duty at the security office saw Moores wearing a military uniform and shouting in a panic while bumping into each other like headless chickens.

thump, thump, thump
Heavy bells were ringing in the forest. Although Moers was curious about what was going on, he didn't stop them. Instead, he looked at them with interest.

Not long after, an old man with a stooped figure and an old face slowly walked to the entrance of the village leaning on a walking stick. A group of villagers holding sticks behind him looked at Moores warily.

"Master Navy, isn't this month's security fee due? Can you take it easy and make it up for you next month?"

The old man's tone trembled, and Moers saw the fear in his eyes, as well as the trembling hands of the group of young people behind him.

Moores understood a little bit. It seemed that the situation in this village and the navy must be inextricably linked.

"Old man, you seem to have misunderstood. I just passed by Guibao land on a mission, and the supplies on board are not very sufficient. I also heard that your wheat wine is very famous, so I came here to buy a batch."

Although the old man was still very skeptical, his attitude was obviously much softer, and in the past, the navy had never been so polite when it came to collect security fees.

In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the village couldn't afford security fees recently, he didn't want to bring so many people out and make such a big commotion. If the navy resented him, the consequences would be disastrous. The navy, although he also knew that there was little hope, after all, how could the navy be afraid of civilians.

"Master Navy, you may have come to the wrong place. This island has already cut off the trade route with the outside world. The wheat wine produced every year is also given to Lord Navy as part of the security fee. There is really no extra supplies for you. "

When the old man said this, he winked at the only strong young man with a shotgun beside him.

The young man was very hesitant when he saw it, and the shotgun in his hand was shaking a little, but under the stern eyes of the old man, he still gave Moers a hard look, handed the shotgun in his hand to other companions, and then turned around and ran back to the village in.

Moers watched all this silently, but his face became a little dignified, and there was a cherry blossom in his hand turning back and forth between his fingers, which showed that his heart was not at peace at this moment.

Today's situation reminded him of many years ago, after a mission with Kevin, Kevin's face was haggard, his hands were covered with blood, and his tone was rarely heavy:
"Little Jones, today I will teach you a lesson, and it is the only lesson. The name of the course is 'justice', which is right, it is the justice we bear. Remember how bright these two words are above the sea. How dark is under the word, not everyone can uphold this justice, as long as there are always a few rotten trees and rotten fruits in a fruit forest, at the moment you don't pick them yourself, you will never know who they are It’s not bad. So if you really agree with your navy’s identity, you must find your own justice and pursue it for the rest of your life, just like the former admiral of the navy Zefa’s not killing, the wise general of the Warring States King’s Landing Like the rest of the world, although they are not recognized, they take it as their own belief and practice it all their lives."

At that time, Moers didn't understand the inexplicable words. It wasn't until later when he drank with the adjutant that the adjutant slipped his tongue after drinking, and he finally explained the reason.It turned out that the mission was to execute a group of naval scum who were oppressing civilians and colluding with pirates. It was also the time that Kevin knew that the word "justice" behind him was not that simple.

There must be darkness under the light.

Seeing the old man's attitude and actions today reminded him of the lesson Kevin taught.

"Grandpa, can you talk to me? I'm very curious about security fees. I haven't heard of the Navy's payment for so many years."

Crows are black all over the world, I've never heard of it, it's a lie to ghosts!

Before the old man could speak, the young people behind him began to discuss quietly, and the voice was heard clearly in the ears of Moers, who had been keeping the knowledge color turned on.

The old man raised his crutch and slammed it on the ground, and the young man behind him immediately shut up.

"Since Mr. Navy is interested in listening, I'll chat with you, but the village is too flustered, so you can just settle down in the pavilion next to it."

After speaking, he waved his hand to stop the young man behind him from coming forward, and led Moers into the gazebo not far away, sat down slowly, and looked at Moers carefully.

"My lord is not from the East China Sea! The accent sounds like he came from the northwest."

Looking at the old man who didn't even give him a cup of tea, Moers shook his head with a wry smile:

"The old man is really good at hearing. I am indeed not a local. I came from Beihai."

The old man didn't continue to ask. As he got older, he learned to hide his curiosity and just nodded slightly.

"My lord wants to ask anything, just ask, the old man will know everything, but we really don't have any extra supplies to honor you, lord."

Moers looked at the old man speechlessly, and almost didn't know what to say for a while, so he introduced himself helplessly.

"My name is Jones Moores, and I'm from Beihai. What's your surname, old man, can you tell me about the security fee?"

"Master Jones, I almost forgot my own name after a long time. Everyone in the village calls me Hillman, so you can just call me Hillman, my lord."

"Mr. Hillman, I see that the island's resources are definitely not poor. Why is the village so impoverished as you said? Is it all caused by the so-called security fees?"

Before Hillman said anything, there was a sound of noisy footsteps coming from a distance, and after a while, a group of navy soldiers strode towards the village with their arms crossed and their arms on their backs.Vaguely, I could still hear the words: "drinking, playing cards, barbecue." and other words came over.

Hillman just let go of his guard, but immediately raised it again, looking at Moores nervously.

Moores rubbed his forehead with a depressed face, it was really not enough to succeed.

At this time, the young man who had just run back to the village ran over with a wine barrel that was half a person's height in his arms, and put it on the ground with great effort, panting heavily.

"Dad, here are the things."

After speaking, he looked at Moers with hatred on his face, wishing he could pounce on him and eat him.

At this moment, Rocco led a group of marines to the entrance of the village, saw a group of young people holding sticks at the entrance of the village, and immediately signaled the marines to take out their weapons.

"Roco, tell everyone to put down their weapons and rest where they are. I'll talk to the village chief first. What's the old man?"

Moers first signaled Rocco and the others to put down their weapons, then pointed to the wine barrel on the ground, and asked suspiciously:

"My lord, this is the only wine in the village. As a gift to honor you, we really can't afford this month's security expenses. Some of the cattle and sheep cultivated in the village have been slaughtered."

"Dad, let's fight them! Will we starve to death sooner or later?"

Moers looked at the tacit oboe performance of the father and two in front of him, took out the cigarette case a little depressed, handed them to them and asked if they wanted one, and after seeing that both of them said they didn't need it, he took out one and lit it silently. a mouthful.

"Tell me about security fees! Village Chief Hillman."

After hearing Moore's tone becoming a little impatient, he and his son looked at each other, and motioned him to go back to the village entrance, look at the villagers, and don't conflict with the navy.

Since adults want to hear, then I will talk to adults.Many years ago, our small island was famous in the East China Sea for its wheat wine brewed from wheat with a unique taste. There was an endless stream of merchant ships, and it was once very prosperous.

But everything changed from that summer, a group of pirates suddenly rushed to the island, killed some merchants and villagers who resisted, and announced that the wheat and wine on the island could only be sold to them.

This situation lasted for half a year. Although the price was much lower, life in the village can still be normal. Chicken, duck, fish, vegetables and fruits can still be eaten normally, and everyone is satisfied.

Half a year later, a group of navy came suddenly. They claimed to be the navy of the 141 branch of the East China Sea, and they said they were helping us drive away the pirates. Of course, we readily agreed and actively cooperated with them. The navies on both sides of the road wiped out the group of pirates together, and this was the beginning of our nightmare.

After expelling the pirates, the navy did not help us attract business as promised before, but asked us for a large amount of security fees, saying that it was the cost of expelling the pirates to protect us.

(End of this chapter)