Pirates Never Work Overtime

This is the origin of the security fee. We thought that after expelling the pirates, the village could return to its previous prosperity, but we underestimated the greed of human nature and underestimated the justice of the navy.

At this point, Hillman first yelled angrily, and then burst into tears.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have trusted the navy, you bastards."

Mers was still smoking silently, without interrupting, just listening quietly, as if what the other party was talking about was not the navy, but there were a few more cherry blossoms in his hand, and the rotation speed was faster.

Hillman gently wiped the tears on his face, with a hint of sobs in his voice, and looked at Morse seriously:

"Since that time, the navy has come once a month to collect security fees on a routine basis. At first, they only took away new wine and wheat. Later, they took everything they could including baileys, wine, and grain. Even

They didn’t leave us any wheat seeds for farming in the coming year. We tried to resist, but we couldn’t stop their muskets and long knives. Many young and middle-aged people in the village have died in the struggle with them. Three of us have died.

The youngest son is the only one left alive today. Mr. Navy, who came from afar, can you tell me what justice is?"

After hearing Hillman's question, Morse put out the cigarette in his hand and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Give them a large sum of beli to compensate them and prove that they are a just navy? Wait here for the arrival of those navy, and then kill them to get them out of this oppressed life? Or help them attract business and promote their

Wine and wheat? It seems to be a very simple matter, and there are many solutions, but Morse feels that no one will believe it if he tells it.

He took a serious look at the old man in front of him, and then at the villagers holding sticks in the distance, and he smiled silently.

"Old man, I heard your story. Can you give me a moment? Maybe you will know the answer."

"Rocco, check which branch of the navy is in the nearby sea area and see if there are no other special circumstances. By the way, get some baileys for the old man and buy some food. We will go back to the ship to spend the night today. I am now looking forward to meeting those

We met from the Navy."

Meres smiled and ordered Rocco, but the murderous look in his eyes reminded Rocco of the fierce battle between Mers and Doflamingo. He understood that the master was really angry, and quickly ordered the navy and villagers to buy ingredients and drinks.

, and at the same time directed everyone to return to the ship and not enter the village, while he took out a few telephone bugs to check the distribution of the navy in this sea area.

Morse ignored everyone and didn't even say hello to Mr. Hillman. He walked toward the warship without saying a word, not even caring about the dust on the road. His white military uniform was slowly stained with a layer of gray dust, like bright and brilliant justice.

Inevitably tainted with darkness.

Standing on the deck, looking at the sea, Hillman's voice repeated in his mind. In fact, he knew that the other party's situation was not as miserable as they said, but he still could not accept that the navy oppressed civilians like pirates, even if these civilians were not

So peaceful.

The domineering aura blended into a trace of murderous aura spread crazily in the distance. The fish in the sea were frightened and scrambled to swim into the deep sea, as if they would die in the sea if they slowed down for a second. I don’t know how far it spread, but it was just vague.

Suddenly the outline of a ship was detected.

What a coincidence! Although he only sensed an outline, but for some reason, Morse was very sure at this moment that it was the navy that Hillman mentioned.

The sky seemed to feel his mood at this moment. A dark cloud slowly enveloped the sky, and the sky gradually became low and depressing, giving the impression that a storm was about to come.

Mers took a deep look at the thickening dark clouds in the sky, and slowly pulled out his right hand to strike lightly from his waist. The blade of the sword slowly became extremely dark as the domineering force covered it, and he swung the sword fiercely from bottom to top.

The huge cherry blossom-colored slash quickly rushed into the sky.

"Scatter! Senbonzakura!"

Bang!

After the loud noise, Rocco, Hillman and others, who were still busy in the village, watched the cherry blossoms falling in the sky with the wind. The originally dense dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the golden sunlight shone on the earth through the cherry blossoms.

, as if golden cherry blossoms were raining from the sky.

"What a nice view!"

A group of people at the entrance of the village seemed to be in a state of dementia. They looked at the beautiful scenery in the sky and praised blankly that this kind of beauty was a rare sight the year before last.

"Have you cut the sky? Lord Morse, how powerful are you?"

Rocco saw the familiar cherry blossoms, looked in the direction of the warship, and admired the other party from the bottom of his heart. Thinking of this, he quickly took out his phone, and skillfully communicated with colleagues at the naval base and branch near the East China Sea to ask about the origins of that group of navy.

Otherwise, Morse is becoming more and more fond of Rocco's ability to do things!

After a while, Rocco had already found out the identity of the opponent's navy, and told the old chef Hill, who was having a lively chat with Sivir, to keep an eye on his own navy.

Not long after, Rocco panted and ran to Meres. Looking at the expressionless Mers, Rocco suddenly became very hesitant and hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to say something or not?

"Rocco, don't worry, there's nothing to worry about! I'm already mentally prepared."

Looking at Rocco, Meres told Rocco not to worry and to speak with peace of mind.

"Sir, I just found out that although this is the sea area of ​​the 148th Naval Branch, the group of navy that Hillman and the others mentioned are from the G5 Fortress. The highest officer of the G5 Fortress is Lieutenant General Maynard. We still don't want to get involved in this matter.

That’s it, just report it directly when you go to the headquarters for training, and someone from the headquarters will come to inspect it then.”

After hesitating for a long time, Rocco told the navy's origins with a heavy face, and at the same time carefully persuaded Morse not to get involved in this troublesome matter.

"Rocco, don't say such words again. Remember your identity. What we carry behind us is not only honor, it is also a heavy responsibility."

Morse patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the military uniform on his body:

"Rocco, please come back quickly! Those scum are coming soon. Let us meet with these scum for a while and let them know what justice is."

After Mers finished speaking, he didn't say anything more. He just looked silently in the direction of the sea, his thoughts wandering to no one knew where.

Not long after, Roko brought all the navy back to the island. After putting the exchanged food and drinks on the warship, everyone silently took out their weapons and stood under the warship, with heavy expressions on their faces. They had never thought about themselves.

The weapons will one day be pointed at our colleagues, even though those guys are more disgusting than pirates.

"If you don't want to participate, just go back to your room and don't come out. This is not an escape, because this is a meaningless war. This is just my personal wish."

Mers looked at the sea and spoke softly to his subordinates behind him.

No one moved, they just stood there silently with spears on their backs and sabers, waiting. Even the old chef Hill was standing in the team.

.......

A long, low sound of a flute was clearly heard in Mers's ears. Looking at the warships approaching quickly in the distance, Mers' eyes became sharper and sharper. He skillfully flicked the cigarette into his mouth, lit it and waited.

.

Rocco quickly waved his left hand upwards, and quickly pulled out the saber from his waist with his right hand. The navy behind him also quickly picked up their weapons. The entire team instantly formed a fighting formation, ready to welcome the enemy's arrival at any time.

Not far behind them, Hillman led the villagers holding sticks and hiding quietly in the woods on both sides of the road. Hillman's son followed closely beside his father holding a shotgun.

"Dad, how do you think these guys knew that those bastards were coming? I think these two groups of marines are working together, and we are hiding here and watching? If they don't fight, we will be unlucky;

Besides, you have also seen that this group of new navy people is too few. Although they look much more powerful than the previous group of hateful bastards. And even if we can repel those guys this time, what will we do if they come again later?

Yes, they won’t always be here to help us; and if they are defeated, we will also suffer."

Listening to his son's endless chatter in his ear, Hillman hit him hard on the instep with a cane.

"Shut up, we have no choice. If the security fee continues to be paid like this, within two years we will either starve to death on the island, or we will all flee here and wander on the sea waiting to be caught by pirates and sold to people for sex.

slave."

Of course Hillman knew what his son meant, but as he said, they had no choice but to bet with their lives on Morse's character and strength. That naval officer was extraordinary, even though he didn't talk much.

But he could feel that the other party was a real navy, the guardian of this sea.

"Dad, look, look, they are coming, then...those bastards are coming. Should we hide behind them?"

"Shut up and be quiet you bastard."

Seeing the fearful eyes and trembling bodies of the children behind him, the old man believed that his adventure was the right one. If this continued, his hometown would be completely destroyed.

Toot toot…

I kept thinking about the sound of the flute, and the warship slowly sailed to the edge of the island. A naval captain holding a cigar and wearing a wrinkled military uniform walked to the place opposite Morse and glanced at Morse.

Else's military rank.

"Boy, where are you from? I don't know if this is my territory. Take your things and get out. I'm in a good mood today, so I'm just going to give you a favor. Next time, be careful and don't enter other people's territory. You know."

After saying that, he took out a cigar from his pocket and threw a morsel.

"Boy, cigarettes are something only women smoke. Men should smoke this. This is top quality. Hey, what are those bastards down there doing with weapons? I'm also a navy man. Why don't you take them when you enter my territory?

The gun is pointed at me, if it hadn't been for the higher-ups saying no conflict with the navy is allowed, I would have killed you."

"Sir, please keep your voice down, they are still listening!"

A neatly dressed second lieutenant gently pulled the sloppy man.