One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

"come in."

A weak, feeble voice came out.

Loya and his subordinates exchanged a glance. Something about that voice sounded off; it was like he hadn't slept for days.

Upon entering the office, Tina saw a man sitting on the sofa in a thinking pose and whispered a reminder: "It's Lieutenant General Maynard."

"Ah."

Loya nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Lieutenant General Maynard, Squadron 11 of Branch G-1 reporting for duty!"

"G-1 Branch"

Maynard looked up.

His dark circles under his eyes, dry cheeks, and haggard appearance startled everyone.

"Lieutenant General Maynard, are you alright?"

"Can't die."

Maynard waved his hand and lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression.

He had been at the G-5 branch for three days, and hadn't slept for three days. He had only lost a dozen kilograms, which was not a big problem.

Maynard handed the cigarette to Loya.

"Either?"

"Thank you."

Loya did not refuse.

This lieutenant general looks rather pitiful.

Maynard smoked a cigarette, looking sorrowful.

He's been at G-5 branch for three days now, a full three days, but so far, no marine has remembered his name!

Every time they were given instructions, the marines here would ask a question with a look of suspicion.

"Uncle, who are you?"

Is his name really that hard to remember?

There were countless other questions, and he wanted to see the details of the G-5 branch, such as the list of marines, the branch's funds, and its weapons inventory.

"I do not know!"

"Why don't you ask someone else?"

“Lieutenant General Mebad, this kind of question is too complicated for me.”

Even several unit commanders knew nothing about it when asked.

I don't know? Fine, he can look it up himself!

However, the database was full of rats bigger than cats, which had eaten everything that could be gnawed, and there wasn't even a single intact piece of paper to be found.

There was also a safe where the branch's activity funds were stored, but when opened, it was completely empty, even cleaner than his face.

"money?"

"Of course it cost money!"

"Isn't it a waste to keep it?"

I still vividly remember the self-righteous look on his subordinate's face.

The huge G-5 branch, with its six combat units and nearly 2000 people, didn't have a single capable person who could help.

Not only that, they're all just making things worse.

He spends every day either torturing pirates or causing trouble, seemingly unable to feel at ease unless he does something astonishing.

Training? Forget about it!

As a responsible person, he simply wanted to fulfill his duties as base commander and improve the G-5 branch.

Why is it so difficult?

Maynard held his head in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Tell me, do you think it's easy for me?"

"It wasn't easy, it was extremely difficult!"

Loya patted Maynard on the shoulder, deeply understanding Maynard's feelings.

When he first came to the G-5 branch, he also considered whether he should take things seriously and train these bastards properly.

But the idea only lasted ten minutes.

He realized that being a good base commander for the G-5 branch was actually quite simple.

Don't worry about anything else. Let your subordinates do whatever they want. Just focus on embezzling and corruption, and you'll be the perfect G-5 branch base chief!

The more seriously you take it, the worse things get.

The marines below just need to keep themselves from starving.

Being too nice to them might even make them see you as an enemy.

It's important to understand that every marine in the G-5 branch was thrown over from other branches. If they could be easily reformed, they wouldn't be in this state now.

Like Barto and his friends, they grew up hungry and cold, relying on theft, deception, and scavenging for food. They barely knew any words. How could one expect them to have any good understanding or morality?

The law of the jungle is the only truth they believe in, and it is the terrible environment of this world that has shaped them into what they are today.

I empathized with them for a while.

Maynard wiped his eyes, let out a long sigh, and looked at Loya and Smoker, asking in puzzlement, "You guys are from the G-1 branch, right? What are you doing in G-5?"

"That's a good question!"

Loya shrugged.

"That's right, Lieutenant General Momonga probably felt that we were corrupting the atmosphere of the G-1 branch, so he kicked us out. But we got along very well with the members of the G-5 branch, so we decided to settle down here permanently."

"Long-term settlement?"

Maynard's gaze was blank.

He remembered that the black-haired sailor was a notorious troublemaker in the navy. Not only did he cause trouble during training, but the subsequent Mohican incident shocked the entire navy, and even Fleet Admiral Sengoku was furious about it.

Managing G-5 is already tough enough for him.

Why must such a terrible plague come to harm him?

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Chapter 142 I am the base commander!

Several days flew by.

A new day dawns, and the sun shines brightly.

At 10 a.m., Pike arrived at the base commander's office, but without even glancing at Maynard sitting in the base commander's seat, he went to Loya, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa.

"Reporting to Rear Admiral Loya, we have detected pirate movements, suspected to be the Camilla Pirates, captain Camilla, with a bounty of 6600 million Berries!"

"Let Smoker lead the team to capture them."

"understand!"

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Maynard rested his chin on his hands, seeing himself ignored by his subordinates once again, and began to doubt whether he was actually a fake base commander.

Why didn't you ask him for permission to catch pirates?

Why do you all treat Major General Loya with such respect, yet ignore me, the official base commander?

I am the commander of G-5!

Also, Major General Loya, why do you stay in my office every day? You even brought your desk here. You clearly have your own office!

Maynard stared intently at Loya.

Loya sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the newspaper.

Although the Marines at G-5 had prepared a special office for him, he preferred to stay in the base commander's office.

The room was spacious, clean, and bright.

Former base commander Vergo was clearly a man of taste; not only was his room clean and tidy, but the tables, chairs, and sofas were all top-of-the-line, more than ten times better than his dilapidated office.

It's a good opportunity to get used to what it's like to be a base commander.