Pirate’s Brood Order

Holding the re-filled recruitment form in his hand, watching Yarlin and Fick leave, Senjieli looked at Jiagu and Qisine, with hints and inquiries in his eyes.

"Lieutenant, this is our chance, there is nothing to hesitate." Jugu's voice was low and there was a hint of excitement: "Let's put aside those ridiculous naivety, persistence and principles can only make us moldy here, Navy 153 Branch It's rotten to the bone, and we can only choose to compromise and adapt, and then come to fight for our power."

Qi Si Nei didn't say anything, just lit a cigarette and smoked vigorously, but not saying a word was the greatest tacit acquiescence to Jiagu's words.

"Moreover, Lieutenant, we can't change anything now. Maybe it's like what the recruit said, only after we have seized power can we be qualified to flaunt justice or evil." Gu Gu's eyes shone with a light that made Senjeri look sideways: "That Recruits have ambition and skills, which is actually not a bad thing for us, as long as we use it reasonably and control it...Maybe Lieutenant, you may not change the day of the 153rd branch of the Navy."

"Well, the two of us will keep an eye on that recruit for you." Qi Si Nei took one last puff, stubbed out the cigarette butt, and said seriously to Sen Jieli.

"Don't worry, I know what to do. I won't be as pedantic as I was before." Said Senjeri, he closed the wooden box, rewrapped the cloth and tied it tightly in the palm of his hand. He held the cloth belt It was as if he was directly grasping the cold head, and it seemed that he was slowly grasping the power in his own palm.

"Everything is for justice!" Senjeri said to himself in his heart.

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"Why are you here again?" Satoni looked at Senjieli, and said impatiently: "You are endless, recruiting is impossible."

Sartoni is really annoying Senjeri. In the entire Navy Branch 153, this lieutenant is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, full of boring principles and justice, really stupid.

The smell of alcohol all over his body made the air in the whole room stink. Satoni felt that Senjiri was really uninterested at all. He just sent the other party to the recruitment office to rest. Isn't it a bit kind? This kind of guy should find If the opportunity is dealt with, there will be another empty salary.

Senjeri put the two recruiting forms on the corner of the table first, and Satoni didn't lift his eyelids during the whole process, and then Senjeri placed another reward order on the table, and slowly pushed it to the center of the table.

"A reward list?"

Satoni froze for a moment.

Boom!

Senjeri rudely put the box in his right hand on the table, untied the cloth belt without saying a word, and pulled away the wooden board to reveal the human head inside.

"Um?"

Satoni's pupils constricted suddenly, and he immediately realized what had happened. He pulled the box in front of him, reached out his hand without hesitation, and lifted the head with a weird smell and placed it in front of his face for a closer look.

"Via, the pirate with 7 million Baileys, that's right."

Satoni looked like a necrophilic pervert, with a huge smile on his face, he slowly put his head back into the box, and closed the box carefully, without asking Senjeri's opinion during the whole process, just like It was as if the dead man's head already belonged to him.

Senjeri looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Sen Jerry, you have finally opened your mind. It seems that the life in the recruitment office can train a person. Not bad, not bad... Tell me, what do you want?" Satoni's attitude is completely different from the previous one People, the smile squeezed out of the face is trembling with the fat on the cheeks.

"Oh, these two recruiting forms, no problem and passed smoothly." Satoni picked up the recruiting form at the corner of the table with a pleasant face, signed it with a pen and stamped it with a red stamp, as if he also felt that the price was reasonable A little low, and said again: "Since the life at the recruiting office has played a sharpening role, let's transfer you back to the base, or do you want to go to sea with the ship?"

Like a sale negotiation with a clearly marked price, this change of face made Senjeri feel even more desolate. The upper echelons of the Navy's 153 branch have been completely rotten to the bone, and the navy has been completely reduced to a tool for them to gain profits. To change all this.

"No, I think life at the recruiting office is pretty good, and I want to stay there." Senjeri forced a strange and ugly smile on his face. In the past, he might have wanted to leave the recruiting office all the time, but now, his A change of heart: "I just have a small request."

"What?" Satoni didn't think that Senjeri would continue to stay at the recruiting office that didn't shit. However, he didn't bother to study it carefully. The colonel gets as much benefit as possible.

The transfer of benefits is progressive layer by layer. Satoni understands the unspoken rules. He understands that he cannot directly pass Colonel Monka to claim merit from the headquarters. This military merit can only be awarded to Colonel Monka. On the other hand, all he can fight for is more power and money rewards.

"I hope that all recruits recruited in the future can be approved, and the recruits recruited will be trained by me personally." Senjeri had already thought up the wording of the request on the way here, and these were given by Yaerlin He suggested that instead of returning to the base of the 153 branch, he would just change his place to be a regulated salty fish, he should find a way to make the recruiting office worthy of the name. possible.

But what Senjeri didn't realize was that all of these ideas were hints deliberately given to him by Yarlin, and his psychology and behavior had begun to be influenced and manipulated by Yarlin to some extent.

On the other side, Fick was just asking Yarlin: "We're just leaving, don't we need to explain a few more words?"

"Human beings, once given a chance, are born to fight for their own interests." Yarlin replied quietly: "I broke the confession, it will give him a feeling of being manipulated, and it will be counterproductive. It’s better to let him realize it by himself, on the contrary, he will mobilize his subjective initiative more actively.”

"Subjective initiative?" Fick could always hear fresh words from Yarlin, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Well, when a salted fish finds a chance to turn around, its explosive potential cannot be underestimated. This is the same as when you waited on the boat for three months and finally saw a woman on land." Yaerlin said. As a human being, I deeply understand the little people's desire and madness for turning over.

"Hahaha, I understand when you say that!" Fick laughed loudly.

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