Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

That night.

late at night.

Training camp, administrative building, chief instructor's office.

Kerosene lamps cast a soft light, dispelling the darkness in the office.

Zefa is sitting at a desk full of traces of time, holding a pen in his hand and immersed in processing documents. The light of the kerosene lamp casts a huge shadow on the wall.

As he turned the pages, he could vaguely see the personal files of the new students in the training camp.

In his hand was a bottle of wine in a green glass bottle, the cork of which had been opened.

call……

After a long time, Zefa slowly closed the document in his hand, exhaled a long breath, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The level of students in this training camp is very high. Generally speaking, it even exceeds that of the first and second training camps. They are so good that the chief instructor, Zefa, can hardly believe it.

Looking at the names shining like gold on the file, Zefa's heart was full of expectations.

Zefa, who suddenly felt better, couldn't help but light up a cigar, took a puff of it happily, and then picked up the wine beside him and drank it.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

A knock sounded from outside the door.

Zefa was stunned and quickly put out the cigar and put it away.

Before he could hide the liquor, Gion, holding documents in his hand, had already pushed the door open and walked in.

"Teacher Zefa..."

Just as Gion was about to speak, his tall nose wrinkled, and he could clearly smell the smell of cigar smoke.

She glanced at Zefa again, whose movements were frozen, and said with some dissatisfaction:

"Didn't the doctor advise you to quit smoking and drinking? This is not good for your disease."

The training camp officially started. Due to the lack of manpower, Staff Officer Tsuru suggested letting Gion serve as Zefa's temporary assistant to help handle some trivial administrative matters.

Zefa, who was caught red-handed, smiled cheekily and said:

"Gion, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm celebrating."

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"Well... I was in a good mood yesterday."

"..."

Gion sighed helplessly.

She also knew Teacher Zefa's character, he was stubborn and could not listen to other people's suggestions.

"It's okay, it's okay...hahahaha!!"

Seeing Gion's helpless expression, Zefa smiled and raised the liquor with the word "Sherry" printed on it.

"My body is not that delicate, and this is the most domineering wine. If you don't drink it for a day, everything will feel wrong."

"You are an alcoholic." Gion said calmly.

Zefa:......

He put down the bottle in frustration, regretting in his heart that he agreed to Xiaohe and asked Gion to come over to help. He couldn't help but stare and said:

"Tell me what you came to see me for."

Gion walked forward and put the documents in his hands on the desk.

“Regarding the reconstruction of the teaching building, this is the latest confirmed construction list and budget.

Zefa glanced at it and was dizzy by the dense numbers and words on it. He waved his hands and said:

"Just watch and deal with these."

He paused and looked at Gion with burning eyes.

"Well, I absolutely believe you!"

Are you afraid of trouble... The corner of Gion's mouth twitched and he said slowly:

"In terms of funding, the headquarters does not have a corresponding budget..."

Zefa raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't that guy Darren say he would compensate?"

Gion was startled and subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Zefa smiled and said, "Isn't that enough? I heard from Warring States that that boy has a lot of money."

Gion's eyes trembled and he nodded helplessly, "Then I'll go out first, Teacher Zefa."

"Okay, go back and rest early Gion...wait-"

Zefa suddenly called out to Gion, who stopped, turned around, and looked at Zefa doubtfully.

"You have spent some time in Beihai, so you should know that boy Darren better than others... In your eyes, what kind of person is he?"

Hearing Zefa's question, Gion was stunned, and then fell into silence.

What kind of person is Darren?

Many images of Darren came to her mind.

Seeing the anger of Governor Yadis’ wife when they first met;

Darren’s questioning when he learned he was receiving dirty money;

Flattery and respect when facing the Celestial Dragon;

The father who sells flowers in the hospital cries;

News of the death of the Draco;

Fight the wild and unruly Bundy Waldo...

"Darren...is a very complicated man."

After a long silence, Gion spoke slowly in a low voice.

"On the surface he is a heinous scum, but in fact..."

"Actually?" Zefa's eyes showed curiosity.

"...He is also a heinous scum." Gion said coldly.

Zefa: "..."

"but……"

Gion suddenly sighed and admitted reluctantly:

"Although his means and methods are incorrect, I don't know why, but many difficult things can always be solved easily when he puts them into his hands."

"Moreover, Beihai has indeed achieved peace under his governance, and the living standards of civilians have been greatly improved."

"Is this like this..." Zefa murmured thoughtfully, "In your opinion, Darren's attitude towards justice is..."

Gion thought for a while, and finally shook his head with an extremely complicated expression:

"I don't know, Teacher Zefa."

I really do not know.

What kind of person is he?

…

…

"Brigadier General Darren, this is the residence arranged for you at the training camp."

In front of a low building with an old exterior wall, a young navy lieutenant said to Darren with respect.

The house is not luxurious. It can be seen that it has been a few years. The walls are mottled and green ivy grows in the corners. The house has been cleaned very well.

The building comes with a 40-square-meter garden, which is a typical small single-family villa. This architectural style can be found everywhere in the civilian areas of the headquarters. Generally speaking, officers with the rank of lieutenant colonel or above will allocate a villa for personal residence. Or settling down a family.

"Trouble."

Darren smiled and nodded.

He doesn't have high requirements for a place to live.

With his financial resources, of course he could easily buy a large and luxurious villa in Marineland, but since the headquarters has arranged accommodation, it saves a lot of trouble.

"By the way, are the other students in the training camp also arranged to stay nearby?"

Darren suddenly remembered something and asked.

The navy lieutenant nodded and said:

"Yes, except for Lieutenant Colonel Kake and Lieutenant Colonel Gion who have personal residences in the headquarters, everyone else has been arranged in this block. This is also for the convenience of management at the training camp."

"Many of the students had already moved in with their families a month ago."

This is also the normal arrangement of the training camp, but because of Darren's special situation, he was delayed again and again in Beihai, and because Roger was admitted to the hospital, it was delayed until now.

"Okay, trouble."

Darren smiled and stuffed a wad of bills over.

"No, no, Brigadier Darren."

The navy lieutenant looked at the wad of colorful banknotes with a blushing face and backed away.

"Take it, I don't like people rejecting my kindness, and I need you to do something for me."

Darren smiled and put the money directly into his hand.

"Can you help me buy a fresh fruit basket and deliver it here tomorrow morning?"

After saying that, he didn't give the young navy any time to react, patted the latter's shoulder, and walked straight into the house.

The navy lieutenant stared blankly at Darren's back, and then at the "tip" which was more than half a year's salary. Suddenly his face turned red and he saluted vigorously:

"Yes, promise to complete the mission, Brigadier General Darren!"

Darren waved his hand.

"go to bed early."

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