Pirates Never Work Overtime

Meers was smoking a cigarette and walking on the dirt road full of dust. The towering trees on both sides stood tall and stood tall without any signs of decoration. The leaves falling in the wind were randomly scattered around the big trees. It seemed that there should be few merchants here! Otherwise, they would not even be able to repair the road. After all, if you want to get rich, it is an eternal truth.

That bastard Rocco is really unprofessed. With this condition, the wine can taste so good and is also famous in the East China Sea. If it is famous, the group of vampires have included this place in their business scope early.

Thinking of this, I was in a state of lack of interest. The originally light steps slowed down. Looking at the towering trees around me, I suddenly spit out the smoke from my mouth on the ground and stepped on it. I jumped up with my waist and jumped up on the branches of the big tree on the side of the road. Looking into the distance, the beautiful scenery was in my eyes and my mood improved a lot.

As expected, it was much better than the dust on the ground. The outline of the distant village came into view. Mels kicked hard under his feet, and he jumped forward quickly on the big trees on both sides of the road. He had long wanted to try the feeling of shuttleing through the trees in Naruto, but there was no suitable opportunity before. No one happened to see it today, and this tree was also very suitable, just try it.

As I jumped, I started to let myself go, somersault, sideways, 720° rotation, and standing long jump almost tried all kinds of postures, but the speed did not slow down at all. Soon I reached the village's warning range. A somersault landed steadily by the village, and smiled and greeted the duty staff at the guard point not far away.

"Brother, do you need to register to enter the village?"

"Sea, Navy, hurry up and ring the alarm bell to inform the village navy that it is coming again."

The two guards on duty saw Meers in military uniforms shouting in panic while colliding together like headless flies.

Dong, Dong, Dong

Heavy bells were circulating in the forest. Although Merce was curious about what was going on, she did not stop them. Instead, she looked at them with interest.

Not long after, an old man with a hunched figure and an old face slowly walked to the entrance of the village with a crutch. Behind him, a group of villagers holding sticks looked at Meers with a look of alert.

"Sir Navy, isn't the security fee for this month yet? Can you slow down and make up for it next month?"

The old man's tone was a little trembling, and Meers saw the fear in his eyes and the trembling hands of the young men behind him.

Merce understood a little, and it seemed that the situation in this village must have an inseparable connection with the navy.

"Old man, you seem to have misunderstood. I just came here to purchase a batch because I passed by the precious land on my mission, and the supplies on the ship were not very sufficient, and I heard that the wheat wine in the precious land was very famous.

Although the old man was still very suspicious, his attitude was obviously much softer. In addition, the time spent on taking public security was never so polite.

In fact, if the village hadn't been able to provide security fees recently, he wouldn't have wanted to bring so many people out and cause such a big disturbance. If it aroused the navy's disgust, the consequences would be unimaginable. He just wanted to express his attitude and try to scare the navy away. Although he also knew that there was little hope, how could the navy be afraid of civilians?

"Sir Navy, you may have come to the wrong place. The island has been cut off from the outside world. The wheat wine produced every year is also handed over to the Navy as part of the security fee. There is really no extra supplies to you."

The old man said here, and he winked at the only strong young man beside him holding a hunting rifle.

The young man was very hesitant when he saw it, and the hunting rifle in his hand was also shaking, but under the old man's stern eyes, he glared at Meers fiercely, handed the hunting rifle in his hand to other companions, and turned around and ran back to the village.

Merce just watched all this silently, but his face became a little solemn, and there was a cherry blossom in his hand flipping back and forth around his fingers, which meant that his heart was not calm at this moment.

Today's situation reminded him of many years ago. After going out with Kevin for a mission, Kevin looked haggard, his hands were covered in blood, and his tone was rarely heavy:

"Little Jones, I will teach you a lesson today, and it is the only lesson. The name of the course is 'justice'. That's right, it is the justice we bear. Remember how bright these two words are on the sea and how dark they are under the two words. Not everyone can uphold this justice. Just go to a fruit forest with a few rotten trees and rotten fruits. When you don't pick them yourself, you will never know whether they are rotten. So if you really agree with your identity as the navy, you must find your own justice and live for it for your whole life, just like the former naval general Black-War Zefa's non-killing, and the wise general and the Warring States ruler. Although they are not recognized, they regard it as their own belief and practice it for a lifetime."

At that time, Meers didn't understand these inexplicable words. It was not until later when he was drinking with the adjutant, who made the adjutant's remarks and said the reason. It turned out that the mission was to execute a group of naval scum who were bullying civilians and colluding with pirates. It was also the time when Kevin knew that the word "justice behind him was not that simple.

There must be darkness under the light.

Today, seeing the old man's attitude and actions reminded him of the lesson taught by Kevin.

"Old man, can you talk to me? I'm very curious about what security fees are. I haven't heard of the Navy in so many years."

The world is as dark as a crow. I have never heard of it. I'm cheating!

Before the old man could speak, the young people behind him were quietly talking, and their voices were clearly transmitted to Meers, who had been keeping the color of seeing and hearing on. It was really easy to use, and it was a necessary skill to listen to the corners of the wall.

The old man raised his crutch and knocked it hard on the ground. The young man behind him immediately closed his mouth.

"Since the Navy is interested in listening, I will talk to you. However, the village is too panic, so you can just sit in the pavilion next to you."

After saying that, he waved his hand to stop the young man behind him from stepping forward, leading Meers walked into the pavilion not far away, sat down slowly, and looked at Meers carefully.

"Sir, aren't you from Donghai? You sound like you came from the northwest."

Looking at the old man who didn't even give him a cup of tea, Merce shook his head with a wry smile:

"The old man is so good at hearing. I am indeed not a local, so I come from Beihai."

The old man didn't continue asking questions. When he got older, he learned to hide his curiosity and just nodded slightly.

"What do you want to ask? Even if you ask, the old man must know everything, but we really don't have any extra supplies to honor you."

Merce glanced at the old man speechlessly, and almost didn't know what to say for a moment, so he gave a helpless introduction to himself.

"My name is Jones Mells, I am from Beihai. My old man is surnamed. Can you tell me about the security expenses?"

"Mr. Jones, I almost forgot my name after a long time. Everyone in the village called me Hillman. Then you can just call me Hillman."

"Mr. Hillman, I see that the resources on this island are absolutely barren. Why do the village make you so poor? Is it all caused by the so-called public security expenses?"

Hillman didn't say anything, a loud footsteps came from a distance. After a while, a group of naval soldiers stood arm around each other, strode towards the direction of the village with swords and guns on their backs. You could still hear words such as "drinking, playing cards, barbecue."

Hillman had just let go of his vigilance and immediately raised it again, looking at Meers with a nervous look on his face.

Merce rubbed his forehead with a depressed look on his face. It was really better to succeed than to lose things.

At this time, the young man who had just run back to the village, carrying a half-person-high wine barrel, ran over, put it on the ground with difficulty, and gasping heavily.

"Dad, I've brought the stuff."

After saying that, he looked at Meers with a hatred and wished he could pounce on him and eat him.

At this moment, Rocco took a group of navy to the entrance of the village and saw a group of young men holding sticks at the entrance of the village. He immediately signaled the navy to take out weapons and be on guard.

"Roko, let everyone put down their weapons and rest on the spot. I will talk to the village chief first. Is this the old man?"

Mels first signaled Rocco and others to put down their weapons, then pointed to the wine barrel on the ground, and asked in confusion:

"Sir, this is the only wine hidden in the village. As a gift to you, we really can't get the security fees this month. Some of the cattle and sheep that have been cultivated in the village have been slaughtered."

"Dad, let's fight with them! If this continues, we will starve to death sooner or later?"

Moles looked at the two men in front of him with tacit double act performance, took out the cigarette box in a little depressed manner, handed it to them if they wanted one. After seeing that both of them said they didn't need it, he took out one and lit it silently and took a breath.

"Tell me about the security fee! Village Chief Hillman."

After hearing that Meers became a little impatient, he looked at his son and signaled him to return to the entrance of the village, and looked at the villagers and not to have conflicts with the navy.

Since adults want to hear it, I will talk to them. Many years ago, our island was famous in the East China Sea for wheat wine brewed with a unique taste. Merchant ships came and went, and it was once very prosperous.

But everything changed from that summer. A group of pirates suddenly rushed to the island, killing some of the rebellious merchants and villagers, and proclaiming that the wheat and wine on the island could only be handed over to them for sale.

This situation lasted for half a year. Although the price was much lower, the village could still live normally. Chicken, duck, fish, vegetables and fruits can still be eaten normally, and everyone was satisfied.

Half a year later, a group of naval forces suddenly came. They claimed to be the navy of the 141st branch of the East China Sea and said they were helping us drive away the pirates. Of course, we agreed and actively cooperated with them. When the pirates came to pick up the wine according to the date, they wiped out the pirates with the navy ambushing on both sides of the road. This was also the beginning of our nightmare.

After expelling the pirates, the Navy did not help us attract investment and traffic as we had promised. Instead, it asked us for a large amount of security fees, saying that it was the cost of expelling the pirates to protect us this time.