The desert prime minister in the pirate

After repeated investigations by Kakuzu in the past few days, it was confirmed that the pursuit force of the Navy Headquarters had been completely led into a trap by his own little tricks.

The team was personally led by Lieutenant General Zefa of the headquarters, and eight major generals of the headquarters were assembled to win the strong support of a base commander near the Seven Rivers Capital.

Here we will mention one of the most powerful professions on this great route [Naval Branch Fortress Base Commander]

The commander of the naval base has great autonomy, including military salary, recruitment, logistics support, weapons production lines, independent weapons research and development departments, and special tax support from a specially designated area.

Administrative law enforcement within the jurisdiction of the fortress will be seized, and the base commander has the power to execute deserters, prisoners, and slaves on the spot.

'And all armed forces that, in the subjective judgment of the base commander, are impeding, or may impede in the future, any military operations or non-military operations at the fort. 'This is the written explanation from the Navy Headquarters.

Looking at this official explanation from Kakuzu's malicious perspective is that as long as you have a flintlock gun in your hand and the base commander wants to kill you, he can legally kill anyone within his jurisdiction.

The positioning here is extremely vague and relies largely on the subjective judgment of the base commander.

Naval Branch Fortress and Naval Branch, they sound similar and the written procedures are the same.But in fact they are two completely different concepts.

There is a clear record in Dalmecia's diary that the naval branch fortress is colloquially referred to as 'GX Fortress' or 'G-XX Fortress', while the general naval branch is called 'G-XX Branch'.

The position of the highest officer of the naval branch fortress is 'base commander', and his military rank must be greater than or equal to Lieutenant General of the Navy Headquarters

The highest officer of an ordinary naval branch is the 'branch chief'. There is no hard and fast military rank, but it is generally held by the local branch colonel.

The standing strength of a naval fortress is usually between 16000 and 14000. Counting the large logistics and civilian personnel, the number of people living in the fortress is usually more than 5.

A complete naval branch fortress has its own military dock directly outside the fortress. The dock is large in scale and can undertake the maintenance tasks of up to 11 standard warships at the same time.

In addition to the shipyard, there are also attached arsenals, light food processing plants, hospitals, schools, shopping malls, docks, exclusive taxation places, own intelligence agencies, financial centers...

Each naval fortress has the power to suppress a world government-joined country, and has the ability to operate independently for a long time after completely cutting off contact with the naval headquarters, and continue to complete the tasks assigned by the government.

Each admiral had his own branch fortress during his tenure.Only a very small number of veteran lieutenant generals in the headquarters can serve as fortress base commanders.

The commander of the fortress base is within the naval system, half a rank lower than a naval admiral, and half a rank higher than an ordinary lieutenant general.It is not subject to the control of any department of the world government and is directly subordinate to the Admiral of the Navy and the Five Old Stars.

However, the naval marshal can only issue military orders to the 'base commander', and only Wulaoxing can issue military orders and administrative orders at the same time.

In short, the naval marshal can direct the 'base commander' to carry out short-term military operations.

Wulaoxing can not only assign base commanders to perform long-term military missions, but can also appoint and remove base commanders.

The naval branch fortress is the backbone of the world government's rule over the great shipping routes.

More than twenty warships repeatedly searched the channel where the armed merchant ship sank, with a naval fortress providing full logistical assistance.

Although the situation seemed very bad, what Kakuzu was most worried about did not happen.

Rather than arranging a one-on-one long-term pursuit by a lieutenant general of the headquarters, Kakuto is happy to see the results of this kind of deployment of troops to form a maritime fleet.

Large scale means high consumption, and even a naval fortress can hardly support a search of this intensity for a long time.Kakuzu had carefully studied the course of the bait boat.

It was an almost semi-abandoned waterway. There were a large number of shallow reefs around several supply islands. If you were not careful, the hull would be scratched. It was necessary to rent the King Blue on the island to pull the ship into the port.

Only a few shipping companies that have close economic cooperation with those islands can get relatively cheap leasing prices.Other individuals or forces will have to pay a large rental fee.

"Such a high-profile patrol and arrest is still the front page headline of the World Economic News... Humph."

This is the third day of rest in the Capital of Seven Waters. Kakuzu is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and reading the newspaper comfortably. He likes this sense of accomplishment of toying with the enemy.

'The more high-profile the search is, the more it shows that they are just showing off. If they really make up their mind to arrest me, the navy will never make such a big noise. '

Kakuzu threw the newspaper on the coffee table, picked up a cup of steaming black tea, and took a sip.

"Ah, it's another pleasant afternoon... I wish it could stay like this."

"Who would like to be exhausted? If you are an opponent of a master tactician like me, it is normal for you to be fooled around."

Kakuzu put down the tea cup and picked up the Century Business Herald on the coffee table again.He liked this sense of intellectual superiority too much.

However, when he read the news again, the corners of Jiaodu's grin froze and his smile gradually disappeared.

"Zefa...how could it be Zefa who was leading the team?" Kakuzu's expression began to look unnatural.

Although Dalmecia never mentioned his instructor's real name in his diary, he always referred to him by his code name.

But Kakuzu had seen 'The Strongest Enemy Z' in his previous life, and Zefa was the teacher of Dalmecia, the Dalmatian.

Since the Navy is just showing off, how could it possibly send Zefa, who taught Dalmecia from childhood to adulthood, to show off?

It’s okay to send any lieutenant general. Why would the Navy let the teacher of the dead student come out for a show?Based on Kakuzu's one-sided understanding of Zefa, he is not someone who would be willing to do such a thing.

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed in Kakudo's mind, and the expression on his face was like that of a top student who had solved the last question in a math exam.

He tensed his back suddenly, his eyes widened to the size of teacups, and his green eyes like a vulture stared intently at the page of the newspaper.

As soon as he thought of it, Kakuzu took a lunge without hesitation and knocked over the coffee table.

The tea cup rolled down, and the still warm black tea spilled onto the cheap imitation wool carpet, but at this time, Koko couldn't care less.

He pushed open the door and trotted all the way to the hotel corridor.

'World Economic News' is the most popular, clearest and most expensive newspaper on the Great Line.

Currently, the price of a copy of World Economic News is equivalent to a quarter of a pound of butter in the store. Most civilians only read weekly magazines on a daily basis and rarely order daily magazines.

The Century Economic News in my hand now is a daily magazine that Kakuzu ordered from the front desk at his own expense.

In order to save money, the public newspapers placed in the corridors of guest rooms by hotel owners are cheap local tabloids. The advantage is that they are cheap and almost no one will read these local travel newspapers.

What Kakuzu needs now is a 'Seven Waters City Tourism Daily' that almost no one will read.

"No...no...no! No!" Kakuzu was in the relatively spacious corridor of the hotel, constantly flipping through the 'Seven Waters City Tourism Daily' hanging on the partition wall. It was now 01:30 p.m. [-] Most of the tourists had gone shopping, and there was no one in the corridor at this time.

"How could it not be? How could it be like this! It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, did I make a mistake somewhere? It's not on this page, and it's not on the opposite side either..."

Kakuzu turned over the newspaper in his hand, but he couldn't find the news he was looking for.

It was raining all night, and the sound of footsteps tapping leather shoes suddenly came from the originally quiet corridor. Kakuzu's ears twitched slightly and his hands stopped moving.

'They are leather shoes, and the material is incredibly solid. Would a normal person wear such heavy leather shoes?'The soles of the shoes are very thick and there is a heavy feeling when the heel and toes touch the bottom. It should be inlaid with metal? '

'Are they the protective shoes worn by the nearby shipyard workers?No, no, no, it’s impossible for a boatman’s safety shoes to have pointed heels and no metal inlays. '

'The steps are steady, the walking distance is stable...it's troublesome, it happens at this time!That guy Cobra should be in the lower city. '

'Really, what's the use of temporary relief for a few children in the slums? The slums created under the system will die sooner or later. Do you have to show off your sympathy at this juncture... Come on! '

At the corner of the stairs on the third floor of the hotel, a tall man with a gray face, gloomy eyes, and a suit was slowly walking up the stairs.

The flat top hat has a wide brim, and there is a white ribbon on the black hat body. The man has a meticulously groomed pompadour on his back. There is no stubble on both cheeks, and there is a beautiful little mustache on his strong chin.

A strand of black curly hair sprouted from the forehead, and the curly hair fell on the left cheek. The low-hanging hair swayed slightly half a centimeter from the left eye as the man walked.

The man was wearing a black slim-fitting suit, a double-breasted style that was rarely seen among the lower classes of this era.

Compared with single-breasted, double-breasted is more dignified and is mostly used in serious formal occasions.This style of formal attire is only common among high-ranking government officials.

The man in black is not particularly strong, and there are no intricate scars on his face, but he gives off an indescribable sense of ferocity. This kind of person is actually not suitable for a role such as an agent.

His temperament is so sharp that even ordinary people with low standards can clearly feel his abnormality.It's just like a textbook killer character in old movies.

The flat, wide hat blocked part of the light in the corridor.This made the upper half of the man's face a little blurry, but it only deepened his coldness.

Even though the cleaner in the corridor on the third floor couldn't see his face clearly, it still made him tremble with fear. He stumbled away from the man and went downstairs from another place.

Along the way, the panicked cleaners spread the sewage in the buckets everywhere, causing the boss downstairs to yell and curse hysterically.

The gloomy-looking man in black didn't make any extra fuss. He just raised his hand and gently pressed his hat, and continued walking deeper into the corridor... His destination was undoubtedly the guest room booked by Kakuzu.

The man in black stopped in front of Kakuzu's guest room door. He didn't knock on the door or pick the lock, but took out a guest room key from his pocket.

Judging from the newness of this copper key, you can tell that this guy was very professional and did not alert the hotel owner at all, but made a copy of it in advance.

The man in black was about to use the key to open the door, but his arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Seeing that the key was about half a centimeter away from being inserted into the keyhole, he, who was experienced, immediately noticed a strand of hair caught on the door frame.

"..." The black-clothed agent recognized this simple counter-reconnaissance method and judged from the hair that the Kakuzu man had temporarily left the room.

The man in black was not happy or disappointed. He was a veteran in this industry. There was almost no mood swing when performing the task. The man just carefully wrapped his hair in paper without saying a word. This was what he had to do when he left. Put the hair back to its original position.

After solving Kakuzu's little tricks, the serious-looking man in a suit slowly inserted the key into the door.Before opening the two anti-theft locks, he carefully lowered his ears to listen for the movement behind the door, then put his nose up and sniffed gently.

"There is no smell of gunpowder..." This was the first time the gloomy-looking agent in black spoke. His voice was cold and stiff. To be honest, his voice matched his clothes very well.

After repeated confirmations and no longer procrastinating, the man in black turned the copper-clad wooden handle.

A slight feeling of wire traction comes from the handle!

The black agent's expressionless poker face changed suddenly. No matter how careful he was, something went wrong.

There was no time to react, and a huge shock wave swept across the entire third floor with a high temperature heat wave.

The eardrum-piercing roar resounded throughout the streets, fire and smoke shot into the sky, the glass on the lower floor of the entire hotel was shattered, and the entire roof of the third floor and above was blown away.

The horrified black-clothed agents roared and cast iron at the explosion.

Immediately, the whole figure was like a metal projectile in the barrel of a cannon. It was blown away by two streets in the violent explosion, and was forced to smash through several brick walls along the way. After the kinetic energy gradually decreased, the momentum continued unabated, with wisps of black smoke coming out of its body. Rolling on the ground from fast to slow.

Sliding and rolling all the way, the man in black's suit had been blown to tatters, and his exposed skin also had extensive burns.

The man panted heavily as if he had eaten some abnormally spicy food. He shuddered and stopped in a small alley not far away, with the back of his head hitting the wall heavily.

...

The fat boss downstairs with a big belly stopped cursing suddenly. After feeling the earth-shaking explosion, he grabbed a handful of money from the cashier and rushed towards the door.

But the cleaner who was scolded by him slowly took off his waiter's hat, his face wrinkled unnaturally.

Looking out the window, the black figure was thrown out by the flames from the third floor. A cruel sneer appeared on the face of the 'cleaner', which was indescribably weird and ferocious.

"Bingo! It seems that a kid has won the prize. My uncle will give you the prize right now. Jie hahahaha..."

The 'Cleaner''s twisted smile reached all the way to the ears. Rows of black sutures squirmed in response to the master's pleasure. His white teeth shone coldly in the light of the fire.

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