Marine 153 branch base.
In Sartoni Commander's office, two recruitment forms were thrown in the corner of the desk. Sartoni sat in a chair and yawned boredly. It took a long while to lift his eyes and draw the forms. Going to the middle of the table, without even looking, sneaked a pen from the pen holder and struck a big cross on the name.
"Sengeri really thought it wouldn't work for him to go to the recruiting office to recruit Marine, a joke, the 153 branch is full of staff, where can anyone come in." Satoni knocked on the table, very A Marine is coming in soon, waiting for orders.
"Throw these two tables to Senjeri and say that the review has not been approved." Sartoni stared at the soldier who was practicing below, indifferently said: "Tell him that the 153 branch is nothing. Any cat or dog can enter."
"Yes!"
Marine picked up the form on the table and quickly exited.
At the recruiting office, Senjeri stared at the recruiting form that was beaten back with an unusually ugly face, and two black octagons pierced his eyes brightly.
"Sartoni this bastard!" Senjeri roared angrily: "When will the recruitment of a grassroots Marine soldier require strict review and approval."
this World Pirate is rampant. Marine is a high-risk profession with a high battle loss rate. Even the weakest East Blue has a high battle loss rate for the bottom marine. Therefore, recruiting and replenishing the bottom Marine has always No review is needed. Anyway, it's just a supplementary cannon fodder. Only the school-level officers and headquarter-level officers who reach the branch will have the first real political review. Yes, because the overwhelming majority will be eliminated by natural screening and become a corpse buried by the sea.
Marine does not have that need, nor the energy to screen the bottom-level soldier. Basically, you are not disabled, and you are not a fugitive bounty Pirate. Marine welcomes you to become a bottom-level soldier." Cannon fodder".
"Asshole, I have to find him." Senjeri grabbed the recruitment form and charged ahead angrily.
The two Marines at the door looked at each other, sighed, and were not optimistic about Senjeri's behavior.
Sure enough, after 2 hours, Senjeri walked back down like a defeated rooster, sat on the chair of the empty recruitment office and lit a cigarette, sneered and sneered from time to time: "Marine, he he he, branch 153 is rotten to the bones."
"Hush!" The two Marines at the door made a silent motion, and then sat on the dusty threshold. The three are like three salted fish buried in dust.
"Guess what the bastard Sartoni said?" Senjeri stepped the cigarette butt under the foot of fiercely friction, before Jacques and Qisnee answered, he replied: "He actually said Marine 153 The branch is in a state of full staff, bastard, it's a bastard, the 1,000-seat Marine branch now has less than 700 Marines at most, and there are 300 supplementary places left. He actually said…"
"It's full knitting!" The thin and tall Jaku continued saying with a sneer: "It is indeed full knitting. The 153 branch in the headquarters is always full knitting. Otherwise, how would Morgan Captain eat those 300? Empty salary, do you think Morgan Captain would like you to recruit new recruits? Every time you recruit a new recruit, the Beli in Morgan Captain's pocket loses one point. As Morgan Captain's confidant, Sartoni is certainly not allowed. "
Qi Si Nei is a full-bearded Marine. He didn't say a word, only slightly sighed, but the expression showed that Jacques was telling the truth.
"So, you guys knew it a long time ago?" Senjeri's face was very dark.
"Don't you know it in your heart, but, Lieutenant, you still have a hint of fantasy." Jake looked at Senjeri expressionlessly, with a hint of resentment in his tone: "And the two of us, long ago I'm completely desperate for Marine 153 branch."
Sen Jerry clenched the recruiting list in his hand, stared at Upper Gago and Qisnee in despair, his heart was blocked, but he couldn't The words were just sighed in despair, fiercely crumpled the recruiting table into a ball and threw it on the ground.
This damn everything, they can't change anything.
Three days are short, but Yarlin and Fick are not just waiting, but they continue to be familiar with the town while they are waiting.
The whole town of Sheltz was built on the branch of Marine 153. The center of the town is the Marine branch, and then it radiates and spreads outwards, the more barren and chaotic it goes out.
The center of the town is a depressed and deserted atmosphere, while the periphery of the town is a smell of barren and rotten. Yarlin is familiar with this smell like a drain. This is the sin. Breeding smells, rotten maggots, flies looking for smelly smells, and ill-observed mice will gather here.
As a former drug lord, a predator of a smuggling syndicate, and the leader of a criminal syndicate, Yarlin is very familiar with the smell of all evil.
"Poverty, numbness, despair and fear are the best soil for the birth of evil." Yarlin never believes that high-pressure rule can maintain clarity and order, on the contrary, only under that pale coat There will be a variety of decaying "flesh" that distort acne.
Like the outskirts of Shelz Town, where he stands at the moment is the true face of the island in Shelz Town.
The woman in ragged clothes, the scrawny child, the vicious drunk, the dirty and stinky narrow roads and the garbage thrown away everywhere, and some men dressed as gang members, and all kinds of grievances and fears, Hateful eyes.
"Go away, don't stand in the way!"
The drunk man holding a wine bottle in his hand moved towards Yarlin and Fick walked over, Yarlin frowned and avoided, Fick There is no urge to step away together.
"Yarlin, what are we doing here?" Fick asked puzzled.
"This is the most desperate area in Shelz Town, which is the deepest sin planted by Marine 153 branch. If in all Shelz Town, whoever wants Marine 153 branch to be destroyed, then This person must be hiding here." Yarlin squinted towards the sidewalk. Several drunks in the sidewalk were looking over with malicious eyes.
"Destroy the 153 branch, don't we? Aren't we going to be Marine?" Fick was puzzled.
"Yes, we are going to be Marine." Yarlin looked at this place for a while, his gaze paused for a moment on the people dressed up as rascals, turned around and walked outside, "So, we You need to know more about this, Fick, you have to know that these mice hidden in the dark are sometimes particularly easy to use without burden."
Fick seems to understand but nodded, follow Yarlin walked outside, and a few drunks sneaked up behind them.