Codex Pirates

Chapter 119 Raising Tigers

"I still have ideals..." Captain Heller whispered, apparently still unmoved.

"A few months ago, I searched hard for news and clues. I spent more than ten days trying my best to write a research report on Qiwuhai, and sent it back to the headquarters. There is no news yet. I guess it was reported by the headquarters. Maybe it's because I'm just the commander of the East China Sea branch base, but I try to talk about the great route. They don't even have any interest in reading it. What's more, my report still opposes this policy. Attitude." Roy said indifferently.

"Before this, I actually wrote some reports, but there was no news of them all. You think I have no ideals, but in fact I also had them. It's just that my ideals and reports have all disappeared."

"Do you know why I'm so wary of Stolt?" Roy seemed to be interested, and continued: "Barbarossa, that's just a dog with no plans and goals. It's more vicious and smarter, but it's just a dog. , Poor little threat, he has no growth potential, but Stolt, what he is doing now is almost a replica of Shichibukai, and acts very similar to that Crocodile."

"The high-level navy expects to rely on the power of the pirates to contain or even deter other pirates, but in my opinion, this is purely breeding tigers, and they can only recruit a group of people who silently accumulate and strengthen themselves in the name of the world government and the navy. Careerists, the navy or the world government will suffer a big loss in this system sooner or later," Roy sneered, belittling the high-level officials of the navy and the government, "the Stolt who governs the sea area should be like this It's a pity that I'm not the group of idiots from the World Government and the Headquarters."

Heller lowered his head. He knew himself as an officer. Roy thought highly of himself, but he was not reused because of his strength and personality. He had a lot of resentment towards the Navy Headquarters and the World Government.

Regarding the Qiwuhai, what Roy said may have some truth, but Heller feels that the high-level officials of the navy and the world government should also have thought of this, but after weighing the pros and cons, they still made such a choice.

...

When Roy and Heller were talking in the office, the mouse had already left the gate of the base of the Sixteenth Division of the Navy.

The base of the sixteenth branch was stationed in a small town. The mouse with a distressed face didn't go home. Regardless of the pointers from the residents on the street, it came to a tavern with a relatively high-end decoration in the town.

Tony has booked two guest rooms here for him, Manny, and Angie to live in for a long time, just to keep in touch with Mouse, Ajin and others.

Tony, who was sitting on the first floor drinking slowly with his two companions, saw the blood-stained mouse push open the door of the tavern. He was shocked and rushed to meet him. He turned his head and ordered to follow him loudly. Manny, hurry to the doctor.

When he got to the mouse, Tony looked nervous and helped the mouse to sit down at the wine table next to him.

"Go upstairs and talk to your room." The mouse said in a low voice.

After Angie and Tony helped the mouse to Tony's room and closed the door, Tony asked, "Major, who has the guts to hurt you like this!?"

Angie ran to get a towel and wet it, and then helped the mouse graciously wipe the blood off his face.

"Who else?" The mouse squinted, leaned back on the chair, and let Angie do whatever he wanted. "Of course it was Colonel Roy!"

"What about Colonel Roy..." Tony asked confused.

"I just asked about the 'Six Types' for your captain, who knew that Roy went crazy, grabbed the book and threw it on my face," the mouse snorted twice, "I don't know your How did the captain provoke Roy, he let your captain look like a thief."

Tony's heart moved, but he said in his mouth: "Don't you understand our captain? He treats his friends most generously. How could he provoke Colonel Roy for no reason? The benefits and credits he has received from our captain this year, Is there still less?"

"Well, wait a minute, Major." Tony took out a box containing the phone bug from his pocket, "I'll ask our captain for instructions."

The mouse hesitated to speak, but Tony had already left quickly.

After Tony came to another room, he dialed William's number, and the call was connected within a few seconds. After hearing William's voice, Tony whispered about the mouse's situation.

Looking at the appearance of the mouse, you don't need to ask about the "Six Types" matter. It must be a mess, but this is all within William's expectations. On the contrary, it is the attitude of Roy towards him that the mouse inadvertently revealed, which makes William a little interested .

"What's next?" Tony asked.

"Take five million Baileys from you, the first prize, and give it to the mouse." William said calmly.

Tony paused for a moment before questioning, "Five million Baileys? He didn't get anything done, why should he be given so much?"

"Let him know that as long as he does things for us, we won't treat him badly," William said, "In addition, you let him know that if the matter is done, I'm going to give him 20 million Baileys." The special prize, let him know that this reward was messed up by Roy."

Tony said: "I know what you mean, but is five million Baileys too much? I'm afraid it will increase the rat's appetite and make him more greedy."

"I'm afraid he's not greedy enough. The more greedy he is, the more he desires our money, the more things he dares to do, and the deeper he gets into." William on the other side of the phone chuckled: "Money is just printed by others. It’s just paper, and it’s only valuable when it can be exchanged for something really useful, so take a long-term view.”

"...Understood." Tony said in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, Tony groped under the bed in the room, took out a suitcase, opened it and looked at it, then carried the suitcase back to the living room where the mouse was.

In the living room, the mouse was sitting on a chair with its head up, asking Angie to help him stop the bleeding. Tony placed the suitcase heavily on the table next to the mouse, and made a muffled sound to attract the mouse's attention.

The mouse looked sideways carefully, and Tony just opened the suitcase at this time, facing the mouse with the opening.

The piles of neatly stacked banknotes instantly made the mouse's eyes widen. He knew that he hadn't done things well this time. He thought that even if William and his gang paid him, it wouldn't be too much, but he didn't expect the fact to be beyond his expectation. , making him exclaim involuntarily: "So many!"

Tony smiled and said, "I originally wanted to give you two million Baileys, but when our captain heard that you were injured because of our affairs, we added another three million Baileys."

"Your captain is really a generous person." The mouse's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he could get five million Baileys by saying a few words casually. So what if he was hit by a book? If he could get so much money for nothing by being smashed, he would rather be smashed by books every day until he dies.