Two months later.
Grand Line, the island of white soil, Baldigo, is a densely covered area of yellow sand and rock. The mineral veins and water sources in this place are on the verge of exhaustion. At a glance, they are buildings that seem to be half-buried by wind and sand.
It is an earth-yellow building complex. From a distance, it looks like mounds and bunkers of various heights are surrounded by rotten and unimaginable building remains, exposed outside. The rusty steel shelf was rough welded with iron sheets and tents, and there was a bright light coming out from the back of the tent.
In the wind and sand are some soldiers with cloth towels wrapped around their hair to cover their mouths and goggles on their faces. All of them are carrying flintlock rifles on their shoulders. Some of them are vaguely visible on the back. The unified alphabet translates roughly to mean "revolution".
On the top floor of the building, in the room where a window was welded with metal sheets and looked a little drowsy, the burning tobacco was pinched out to expose the stubble on the cheeks, and he coughed twice and said in a dry voice: "Ah It's been more than 2 months since Alex's cadres returned news. It's probably an accident."
A man sitting on the corner of the table sighed: "Alex? East? It's a small country on Blue. I remember that country seems to have a leaning attitude towards our Revolutionary Army."
"No information has been sent back for two months, I'm afraid it's already dead" standing in the corner The Revolutionary Army cadre inside interjected, with a slight indifference in his voice.
There was a brief moment of silence, and there was a touch of grief in the depressed atmosphere. It is normal for the Revolutionary Army to hear the news of the death of a companion lurking outside.
Hey!
The burning match ignited the tobacco and took a sip in his mouth again. The man who spoke at the beginning looked at the smoke in front of him: "World Government regards our Revolutionary Army as a thorn in the flesh, even though we overthrew some countries The rule of the World Government is far from enough to shake the rule of the World Government, and Alex is one of the very few countries that may have a tendency towards our Revolutionary Army…"
"So the information received recently What is it?"
"Alex seems to have undergone a coup. The prime ministers who were pro-Revolutionary Army were liquidated and imprisoned. They were charged with colluding with the Revolutionary Army's rebellion, but it's still uncertain. Whether the Revolutionary Army cadres were really exposed, or just an excuse for the coup d'etat, all this is uncertain, but there seems to be a shadow of Marine behind this, and recently, East Blue has some information transmitted back, all vaguely pointing to a name, also There is a close connection with Marine, which makes me very concerned, so," he pinched out his cigarette butt and said solemnly to the two cadres in the corner: "Dio, Mick, I need you two to go to East Blue, yes Two things need to be figured out."
In the corner, two men, one tall and one short, stood up from the roots of the wall. The tall one looked unusually burly. The skeleton all over his body made the sound of rock collision, while the short one stood up. People seem to be hiding in the dark, and the surrounding light seems to dim a little strangely.
"The first thing is to find out the truth about the Alex incident; the second thing is a Marine organization recently established on East Blue…"
"Marine Club?"
With a cigar in his mouth, gray smoke came out of his nostrils and blown towards Silver's short hair. The black windproof lenses mirrored a Marine Club card. He With a light flick, the card is weirdly suspended in midair spinning, and circles of white smoke are weirdly entwined on the card.
Smoker, the Ability User of Logia Moku Moku no Mi, is directly affiliated to the Captain of the headquarters, and is stationed at the very edge of East Blue, which is the entrance to the Grand Line, Loguetown, which is called the beginning And the place of the end.
"Is there anything wrong with this Marine club? Smoker Captain?" Tashigi gently held the old-fashioned glasses with his fingertips.
"An East Blue Marine club, its members are basically Marine Captain from each branch. Theoretically speaking, it belongs to a private organization within Marine and does not violate Marine's terms. There is no problem, but…. "Smoker's tone was a little paused, and the smoke immediately condensed into the palm of his hand in midair. He clamped the card with two fingers, said with a smile: "I've been in Loguetown for a long time. It's a bit boring. I want to go out and turn around. Gas."
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It has been nearly two months since the death of Fabigan Captain. The Marine Club held a funeral for Fabigan Captain and the dead Marine soldier. At the same time, it was the Marine Club. The number of members has exceeded 70, which means that nearly half of the East Blue Marine branch has joined the club, and Yarlin's reputation in the entire club is also increasing.
The constitution of the club has become more complete, and the criteria for membership have begun to become stricter. Club members have changed from an application system to a recommendation system, that is, new members must be recommended by old members, and Pass the club's review and get the consent of 5 or more Level 2 members to join.
It's worth mentioning that because of the deaths of Foubigan and Hati, Level 2 members once fell to only 5 members. Fortunately, some members' points reached and passed the review. They were promoted from Level 1 members to Level 2 members, and by coincidence, three of the five newly promoted Level 2 members were Captain saved by Yarlin. Out of gratitude and trust in Yarlin, they were Every move Yarlin proposed was voted for without the slightest hesitation at the meeting.
The seemingly democratic voting system and loose club organization have begun to gradually approach Yarlin's one-to-one, and the internal organization structure and class are also approaching and improving step by step in accordance with Yarlin's vision. Looseness will begin to get closer, and the transition will be completed from a platform of interest exchange to a collection of interest binding.
The 153 branch of the Marine Club.
In the innermost cell of the prison, Lipa holds a flat-bottomed bowl in his hand, and the spoon in his hand scoops out gruel and feeds it to Morgan Captain lying on the bed.
After feeding the last porridge, Lipa got up with a bowl and was about to walk outside. Suddenly, Morgan's eyelids trembled slightly, Lipa's face was stunned and stood blankly. Staring at Morgan's suddenly opened eyes in place, the bowl "pa ta" in his hand smashed to the ground with a sound.
Deep breathing, dry and hoarse voice is like a severe throat injury: "You are… Ripa, where am I?"
"Morgan Captain, Are you awake?" Lipa squatted down and picked up the broken bowl on the ground to conceal the look of shock on his face. The knuckles gripped the edge of a broken bowl, and the whole fingers were strange because of excessive force. Azure-white.