days in the world of pirates

This choice was not beyond Mawson's expectation. Ants can still survive, let alone humans.

What's more, most of this group of people are willing to settle down. If the navy hadn't been chasing them, they would have found a place to settle down long ago.

It's not bad now, although it's equivalent to working for the navy, but with this perverted lieutenant general here, there is definitely no need to worry about safety issues.

As for the few who have other opinions, they dare not speak out.

It is now obvious that no one is stupid.

After the opinions were finalized, Mawson directed several pirates to pull his boat onto the pirate ship and began to sail back to the G-2 base.

It's been a week since I came out, so it's time to go back and take a look.

Listen, is this still human talk?

As a base commander, he actually ran away from the base for a week, which is simply...

Forget it, neither Drake nor Smoker, as the masters of suffering, said anything.

Others say it's probably useless.

The g-2 base, like all branches on the Grand Line, is set up alone on a small island.

The naval branches on the Grand Line are different from those in the Four Seas. Most of the naval branches in the Four Seas are located on inhabited islands.

The Grand Line is just the opposite. They may not be far from the island, but they are definitely independent.

The reasons for this are various.

One thing is to ensure the confidentiality of the message.

For example, when Mawson showed up at the G-2 base with a pirate ship, the outside world would never know about the situation.

This makes it easier for him to keep secret... Bah, it makes it easier for him to work for the benefit of the navy.

In the base director's office, Mawson was sitting on a chair, leaning against the back of the chair, with his feet crossed on the desk.

"Drake, are there any major issues that need me to deal with recently?" Moson looked at Derek across from him and said, seeing that he was still standing there preparing to report, he interrupted: "Sit down, don't be so polite, sit down and talk.

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"Yes, Lieutenant General." Drake sat down.

Just as he was about to speak, Mawson waved his hand with the documents on the table: "There is no need to report those small things. You and Smoker can make the decision."

As he spoke, he patted his head with the document and said, "Look at me, I've been overworked recently. What I was thinking about just now has been forgotten in the blink of an eye."

Are you overworked?

You've been out wandering around for a week without seeing anyone, and you're still overworked?

are you kidding me?

Then Smoker and I are not going to die suddenly.

Derek's mouth twitched, forget it, you are the commander, just be happy!

Mawson looked at Drake's strange eyes, coughed dryly, and got down to business: "I didn't go out for fun. Did you see the pirate I just caught? Banky the Wine Barrel has a bounty of 110 million. This

Not a small role.

What's that look in your eyes, Drake, this is the first half of the 100 million rising star, haven't you been drifting off recently?"

"Sir, let's get down to business." Drake remained unmoved.

Just kidding, a guy with a bounty of 100 million may be a difficult guy to me, but he's not a minor player to you.

You tell me this.

Mawson sighed, the once innocent little Shou Drake was no longer cute, and this team was becoming increasingly difficult to lead.

"What, what did I say just now? Hey, I am getting old..."

"Sir, you have just turned 18." Derek interrupted again through gritted teeth.

"Ahem... don't pay attention to these details. Oh, I just mentioned the Black Rum Pirates. You have read all the information.

You go back and report to the headquarters that they were wiped out by me, and then find a remote town to send them there.

None of them have done much evil, they can just serve as labor force, and they will provide a certain proportion of wine to the navy every quarter.

This was done secretly, and it would have a bad impact if word spread about it.

Eh? Do you feel that I have a sense of déjà vu as a villain?"

Drake frowned and said: "Your Excellency Lieutenant General, what we do is not consistent with..."

"I know what you mean, Derek." Mawson interrupted, "You have been with me for more than a year, so you should also understand my character. In my eyes, there is only one point in judging whether a pirate should die, as long as it does not hurt

It doesn't matter if he is a civilian, even if he is a pirate.

Like the trash we met on Fish-Man Island last time... Oh, sorry, he started to change his ways under the influence of the princess.

I mean, those rubbish living in the so-called Holy Land, they deserve to be killed a hundred times more than pirates."

Drake is the guy he focuses on training, and Mawson is not afraid to talk to him more.

"So, you have to look at everything carefully. There is nothing wrong with sticking to your own principles, but don't be pedantic."

Drake mused. Mawson had rarely said this to him in the past year.

To be precise, Mawson does it directly and expresses his meaning through practical actions.

"I'll go right away."

Now is not the time to think deeply. After Drake answered, he saluted directly to Mawson and left.

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After becoming the commander of G-2, Mawson's life became completely peaceful.

In fact, this is not correct.

When he first arrived at the base, Mawson still put in a lot of effort.

He not only sorted out all the naval forces inside the base, but also started training the base soldiers again according to his own methods.

The most important thing is that his direct troops are too strong for the first half of the Grand Line.

More than 100 people basically master one of the six postures, and some have more than one posture.

This is like a group of platinum-level players coming to the silver game, basically crushing them.

Soon all the islands within the entire base were inspected.

Having come from the New World, it was difficult for them to adapt to such a leisurely environment, so they started looking for various pirates, including gangsters from the islands within their jurisdiction, and caused trouble.

Not long after, Mawson felt so free that he simply left everything to Drake and Smoker.

Drake can't decide on domestic affairs, and Smoker can't decide on foreign affairs.

The two good partners just managed to keep the entire base in order and everything was on track.

A perfect pair of CP.

As a result, Mawson no longer even had to stay at the base.

This is the life he wants, just like the short video he watched in his previous life. Some people complete a month's performance in one week, and naturally they can relax and rest in the remaining time.

Of course, it's not all about hanging out.

Not to mention that half a month ago, the news that his soldiers accidentally discovered while chasing a group of pirates opened up the long-dusted memory of Mo Sen.

If he hadn't captured this group of pirates this time, he would have almost forgotten about this matter.

No, I had already forgotten about it, but this news brought back my memories.

So before I went out for a week, I didn’t always go to the Capital of Seven Waters to revitalize the economy.

Well, I also went to other places to contribute to GDP.

Ahem... Just kidding, I also went to other places to look for information, but the results were not ideal.

He only showed a glimpse of the base this time, and he will obtain information from other places later.

After all, I have always been a person who holds grudges. How can I get over it after provoking myself?

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