Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 141 The Secrets to Managing G5

After spending three days on Hawaii Island, and having squandered all their prize money, Squadron 11 reluctantly returned to port.

Seeing his satisfied subordinates, Loya felt relieved. Following him had indeed been quite arduous.

Half a day later, at G-5 Fortress.

"Major General Loya is back!"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the entire G-5 branch immediately became lively, with all the marines excitedly rushing to the port.

The base commander's office.

"What happened?"

Maynard, who was dozing off, was suddenly awakened from his sleep. Hearing the noise outside, he quickly went to the window to peek out.

What kind of trouble are these ancestors up to now?

At the port, Guo Tou and his subordinates stood in a disorderly square formation, trying their best to hold their heads high and chests out, seemingly wanting to perform better.

They were even more enthusiastic about welcoming Maynard than they were about welcoming him.

As soon as Loya stepped off the warship, the marines immediately started yelling at the top of their lungs.

"Major General Loya, welcome back!"

"Great, that's very energetic!"

Loya smiled and nodded.

Indeed, he had originally thought these idiots would be disheartened for a long time because of Vergo's betrayal, but it seems they've adjusted quite well now.

"Woof!"

The watchdog general also rushed out and started licking Loya.

"Alright, alright, I know you miss me."

Loya quickly pushed the general away. The little guy was a pug, quite cute, but the problem was that he was too big, comparable to a bull.

They made a fuss for a while.

Loya walked side by side with Brigadier General Guotou towards the interior of the fortress.

"Has anything happened in the last few days?"

"About the same as usual."

Guo Tou had long since gotten used to being around Loya, and now that Loya had become a major general, he simply treated Loya as his boss.

With the loss of Vergo, the G-5 branch needed a new spiritual leader, and in their minds, no one was more suitable than Loya.

There aren't many officers willing to shelter these scumbags!

Hmm, it seems a new base commander has taken office.

What was it called again?

Guo Tou scratched his head, thought for a while but couldn't remember the new base commander's name, and simply gave up thinking about it.

"By the way, Major General Loya, the new base commander of G-5 has arrived. Shall we go and meet him?"

"Okay, I'll go say hello."

Loya nodded.

With a new base commander taking office, he naturally had to go and greet him; it was the most basic respect, and he was quite polite.

"Smoker, Tina, Barto!"

Accompanied by several capable men, Loya quickly arrived at the base commander's office. After straightening his clothes, Loya raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in."

A weak, feeble voice came out.

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

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

"Um."

Loya nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Lieutenant General Maynard, Squadron 11, G-1 Branch, 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?"

"He won'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 wasn't a big problem.

Maynard handed the cigarette to Loya.

"Want it?"

"Thanks."

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 don't 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, 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, 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 ilk, they grew up hungry and cold, relying on theft, deception, and scavenging for food. They barely knew any words. What good understanding and morality could one expect from them?

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 with a puzzled expression, "You guys are from the G-1 branch, right? What are you doing in G-5?"

"That's a great 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 in the G-5 branch 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?

(End of this chapter)