Pirate's Nest Order

Chapter 70 The Navy Represents Justice (Part [-])
Seagulls are painted on the gate of the first floor of the single-family building with blue spray paint. Two men in white navy suits are standing at the gate, lighting cigarettes and puffing.

The walls inside the room are slightly gray, and the corners are gray. A wooden bench and table are placed in the middle. Black boots are placed on the table, and the back is leaning against the back of the chair. The corner of the chair is turned up. Senjeri's hands drooped behind his head, and he seemed to be dangling back and forth on the back of the chair.

There are sticky yellow eye drops around the eye circles, two thin scars under the thick eye bags, and the unshaven appearance of his lips make him look a bit decadent and depressed, and the pupils that are occasionally half-opened to look at the door are also full of tired bloodshot eyes .

The 153 Navy Branch is a "yamen" for decoration. He was sent here as a lieutenant of the navy as the head of the department. They were "exiled" marginalized by the 153 branch base.

Who told the recruiting office to be a salty fish who couldn't stand up all year round, and the two equally decadent wastes at the door, for the recruits recruited, there was no such thing as ah.

Those that did not exist last year should not exist this year. The entire town of Shields has been shrouded in the high-pressure policy implemented by Colonel Monka. The reputation of the Navy is equivalent to the endorsement of terror. The new recruits are probably not dreaming.

Senjeri picked off the eye poo, and the bullets flew to the ground. On the opposite wall was a circle of posted notices, all of which were reward orders with yellowed paper. They had been hanging for some time and had never been replaced.

Oh, by the way, the recruiting office of his navy also served as a bounty exchange function, although, apart from a few rolled up banknotes in his pocket, there was no sign of Bailey in the whole room.

The 153rd branch of the Navy does not welcome bounty hunters. The business of exchanging bounties has always been paralyzed due to lack of funds. Occasionally, some bounty hunters who are not open-minded come here, and usually they can only leave cursing and go to other places. Redeem bounties by base.

Well, although most of the bounties cannot be exchanged in full, other naval divisions can still exchange blood for Bailey, but the 153rd division is a real penny-pinching iron cock, which has something to do with Colonel Monka's greed and dictatorship There is an inseparable relationship.

"Oh~ I'm afraid the profession of bounty hunter will become more and more depressed." A thought came to Senjieli's mind, then he sighed, and laughed at himself in his heart: "What did I become a navy for? Justice Is it?"

"Why do I still insist on coming to this broken place every day, just to be with these..." Senjeri looked up at the spider web woven at the root of the corner, and in the center of the spider web was a fingernail-sized spider. Black Spider, "Are you partnering with these spiders?"

With a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, Senjeri suddenly rubbed his eyes, as if he saw two vague figures walking towards the recruiting office.

Treading... The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer. Senjili opened his eyes vigorously, and stared dumbfounded at the man with pale skin who stepped over the threshold and stepped into his "turf". Then he heard a voice from the opposite side. The voice from the man: "This is the recruiting office of the navy? Can I join the navy?"

"Recruitment office? Navy? Join?"

Senjeri could understand these words alone, but when they were connected together, Senjeri was shocked. He opened his mouth, and the green chive shreds in the middle of his teeth were very eye-catching, and a smell of alcoholic fermentation was turbid from the innermost part. Spit out together: "What do you think you are here for?"

Yarlin pushed back a step with a blank expression, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, he was observing and sizing up the dilapidated recruiting office, and the decadent, exhausted, and depressed middle-aged navy in front of him. He came to an obvious conclusion: "This recruiting office doesn't seem to recruit the 153 branch very much. It shouldn't be said that Colonel Monka wants to see him."

"I want to be a navy and join the 153rd branch of the navy!" Yaerlin replied seriously to Senjeri's eyes full of gum.

The two sailors at the door looked at each other in confusion, and slowly stubbed out the cigarette butts.

Swaying, Senjeri almost fell off the chair. He stared at Yarlin and Fick, who looked fierce and expressionless behind him, in shock. He was stunned for two seconds before he reacted and pulled back With his feet on the table, he reached out and pulled the chair under his buttocks, straightened himself up, and sat up straight.

"Why do you want to be a navy?"

Senjeri tried his best to think about what he should do, what was the official process of recruiting a navy, as if he couldn't remember clearly, he reached out and groped in the drawer.

A roll of toilet paper, a stack of bounty sheets with grease dripping on them, a rummage of pornographic magazines, and... oh, a recruiting form.

He pulled the form out of it, and then stuffed a pile of trash back into the drawer, Yarlin's eyelids twitched slightly as he watched the whole process.

Yarlin looked down at the form. It was an A4 paper called Recruitment Registration Form. Below it was some simple information registration, such as name, age, gender and the like.

Yarlin took the paper, and then took a long time to take another laborious oil pen. While filling out the information on the paper, he half-raised his head and glanced at Senjieli, and said meaningfully: "Because, the representative of the Navy With justice."

"Longing for justice?"

Senjiri murmured in his heart, he obviously had a wrong meaning, of course, Yaerlin would definitely not explain it.

"Anyone who yearns for justice should become a navy!"

Senjeri read a sentence. This is what a certain Admiral of the Navy once said. A few years ago, this slogan was still pasted on the door of the recruiting office. It was before Colonel Monka took over the 153rd Branch.

"He too?"

Senjeri looked at Fick and asked, he still had good eyesight, and he could see that Yarlin was the one who made the decision.

"Now, Fick, fill out this form."

Arlin picked up a form and handed it to Fick.

"Oh." Fick replied in a low voice.

"Is that enough?"

Yaerlin handed the two forms to Senjieli, and at the same time he kept looking at the other party. Based on his experience in two lifetimes, he could easily analyze the situation of the other party in Branch 153 from the environment here. At the same time, he roughly Infer some characteristics of the other party's personality and style.

After all, the guy who can be marginalized by the 153 Navy Branch, and then think about the rumored character of Colonel Monka, the highest officer of the 153 Branch, the characteristics of Senjeri will surface.

Integrity, perseverance, pedantry, not knowing how to adapt... nothing more than not escaping these words or similar meanings.

While Yarlin was thinking in his mind, Senjeri's hand joints holding the form were a little hard, and the breathing in his nostrils was also a little rough. Although he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't hide it from Yarlin's eyes.

"Okay! Come back in 3 days." Senjeri said to Yarlin.

"Okay." Yarlin turned his head and walked out, his eyes swept over the reward list on the wall. The penultimate picture on the third row was a face covered by a black hat brim, Via $7 ,000 (000 million Baileys).

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