I Don’t Want to Be a General, I Choose Buddhism

Soon, as Ian woke up from a nap comfortably in the sea breeze, the naval warship had already docked at a port.

"Get up, we're here." Kuzan, who was lying on the side, saw that Yan woke up, stretched lazily, and stood up and said.

"Where are you?" Ian asked confusedly.

"This island is called Capone Island, and it is the residence of the 'Capone Mafia', one of the four major underground forces in the West Sea."

After a pause, Kuzan said. "Just passing by, then catch this mafia back and make a deal."

"Um……"

Ian turned over and said. "Brother Kuzan, go, I'll wait for you to come back here."

"Aren't you going? Didn't you say that you are very interested in the Mafia?" Kuzan said with some surprise.

"I seemed to have found my dream in my dream just now, so I have to meet her again. Compared with the Mafia, this matter is more anxious." Yan waved his hand and refused.

...

Kuzan.

Obviously, Yann is purely an excuse, and even completely to avoid meritorious service, so he simply can't think of getting off the boat.

but……

Kuzan lifted Yan up and said.

"Yan, this is not acceptable. This mafia is prepared for you. If you don't appear as the protagonist, don't you feel a little disrespectful to me?"

The corner of Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and asked. "Brother Kuzan, don't you really want to give me the credit for eliminating the Mafia?"

"What is a hard plug?"

Kuzan pulled a smile on his face and said.

"I received a report from an enthusiastic civilian, Tefemo Yarn, that the Capone Mafia was raging in this sea area, causing great damage to the lives of many civilians. With the assistance of the Mafia, uproot the entire mafia."

After a pause, Kuzan looked at Yan, whose expression was gradually stiffening, and said.

"So, it's the same whether you get off the boat or not. This credit can't be lost. If that's the case, you might as well come with me."

"I... I didn't report it." Yan tried to clarify.

"No, you reported it, and I, Kuzan, can testify. There is even your real-name report letter from the general of the Warring States Period." Kuzan replied.

! ! !

yan.

Report? Or real name report? When did I write this stuff?

And these days, who dares to report with their real names easily?

It's fake, it must be fake, the bastard old man asked someone to imitate my handwriting and write it.

"Kuzan, you are slandering!" Yann said with a bit more dissatisfaction.

"Yan, you should tell the general of the Warring States period this sentence, I am only following orders." Kuzan replied.

"This is not in line with the rules. This is a fake claim of credit, which is a big crime. I want to be a good person, so don't force me." Yan struggled hard.

"How can you be pretending to be an impostor?" Kuzan said, holding back a smile.

"Yan, you wholeheartedly want to get rid of the Capone Mafia that caused the disaster, but you are only a civilian, so you deliberately handed over the report to your adoptive father who has a certain status and connections in the navy. It complies with the meritorious service process."

When Yan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little pain in his head, and couldn't help muttering.

"This damn old man has actually achieved this level? And this is not a certain level of status and connections, it is simply a hand and an eye."

"It's good that you know, so come off the boat with me, at least this is a mafia organization that you are very interested in." Kuzan persuaded again.

Immediately, Yan was grabbed by Kuzan and dragged towards the port.

"and many more……"

Seeing that it was difficult to convince Kuzan with reason, Yan quickly played the emotional card and said.

"Brother Kuzan, it's not that you don't know me. I really don't want to do meritorious service. With my frail body, it's barely enough to be a naval orderly. Once I hold a high position, I'm afraid I won't even be able to protect my subordinates."

"Besides, we drank together, slept in bed together, and carried guns together, so you have the right to pretend that you didn't find Capone Island."

"Wait, wait, I really don't feel well, maybe I have a disease that makes me faint when I go to the island..."

It's a pity that Kuzan was indifferent, without the slightest hesitation in his footsteps, he just answered.

"Yan, after I finish this matter, the general of the Warring States Period will not blame me for the war between Sakaski and me."

Ian shouted in an indisputable tone. "Kuzan, you big-eyed guy has also betrayed you, the old man has such a little advantage, so you let me betray my friend?"

"It's not a question of whether it's good or bad. The navy takes obeying orders as its bounden duty." Kuzan said lazily, without any persuasiveness.

Sometimes, since you can't resist, you can only accept it.

The overall style of this island called "Capone Island" is American-style. Most of the people I saw along the way were wearing black suits with serious faces, and there was a feeling that strangers should not enter.

The important thing is...

Ian's eyes flicked left and right, and he could always see some obvious bulges on these people.

gun!

Almost everyone carried a pistol.

And at the entrance of the town, there is this sign standing - "Freedom Town", with a small supplementary explanation beside it.

"This is the freest place in the whole sea, even the air is full of sweet smell, and the best gun shop on the island is 300 meters ahead, turn right."

Yann looked back and forth several times before reacting and said in shock. "Is this an advertisement?"

"Who knows?" Kuzan said lazily, then walked into the town.

next moment……

"Thuk Thuk!!"

A series of gunshots sounded ahead, but the pedestrians on the street seemed to be used to it, and hid nearby without panicking.

For a moment, Yann and Kuzan standing directly in front of the gate of the town stood out instead.

But soon, with two crisp "bang bang" gunshots, the original "chug" gunshots stopped abruptly.

And the pedestrians who hid nearby on both sides of the street patted their clothes one after another, and continued to get busy as if nothing had happened.

"As expected of the island where the Mafia is stationed, it is really an elegant and quality folk style!" Yan said with a slight twitch of his mouth.

"It's interesting." Kuzan said the same thing.

Then, Kuzan and Ian, who were all wearing ordinary black clothes, quickly blended into the town and continued to walk forward.

Along the way, Yan looked around, and the houses on both sides of the street had a lot of bullet holes, which seemed to illustrate the freedom here.

And soon, a large pool of bright red blood appeared on the ground, and several men in black suits cleaned the ground clearly.