The pinnacle of pirates begins with deceiving fate!

John still didn't want to rely too much on "Mind Network," otherwise if he encountered a powerful enemy with "Seeing and Hearing Kill" one day, he would easily feel unaccustomed and helpless if he suddenly lost his support.

"But joining the Navy is really awesome!" John couldn't help but recall everything that happened after noon.

He completely ignored Hughes' gang, and Reed contacted the Marines on duty to come and take them away, imprisoning them in the base jail.

Dinner was served at the base canteen, which had fish, meat, and milk. We didn't even have to wash the plates ourselves, and there was no need to worry about being poisoned.

Especially those "odd jobs" below privates, they would come at a moment's notice, serving tea and water with great skill.

Most importantly, all of this is done free of charge, and the training is already provided.

As for other daily operations, there's no need to worry; the marines will each perform their duties and take care of everything.

Even if you stay at the base for a full month, the World Government will pay you a salary!

"Coming to the Navy was definitely the right choice. Just focus on the thrill of battle and enjoy the rest."

Gazing at the magnificent sunset hanging in the distant sky, John felt that life had become wonderful. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely towards the town.

The naval quarters were too cramped and rudimentary; he wanted to buy a manor to elevate his quality of life to the extreme.

port

A beam of light shone through the warehouse, which was filled with a faint aroma of alcohol. Two figures walked slowly through the gaps between the stacked wooden crates, guided by the flashlight.

"Vincent, what are we doing here?"

"Drag, what do you think the uprising needs most?"

Vincent stopped and turned to ask Dorrag, who was following behind him.

Upon hearing this, Dorrag rested his chin on his hand and pondered seriously for a while before revealing his thoughts.

"I believe it is the rules that have overthrown the corrupt old order, and a completely new set of rules is needed to improve people's lives."

"Yes, this is very important."

Vincent nodded, first affirming Dragon's idea.

Then he shook his head.

"But that's not the most important thing, because before that we have to overthrow the old order."

"Therefore, what we need most is force!"

Vincent turned around, picked up his flashlight, and continued to lead the way.

Before long, the two arrived at the depths of the warehouse and stood in front of a huge rectangle, four meters long and one meter wide, covered by a tarpaulin.

Vincent ripped off the tarpaulin, revealing four wooden crates lined up together.

He casually opened the lid of a wooden box, inside which were neatly arranged long, strip-shaped items wrapped in oil paper.

As a former naval officer, Dragon was very familiar with this long, narrow object and recognized it as a flintlock musket at a glance.

Instead of surprise, I felt worried.

"Is this all the weaponry you have? That's not enough to overthrow a kingdom."

"Of course it's not enough, but we'll soon have more, enough to start a massive war!"

Vincent stood with his hands on his hips, his chin slightly raised, and a flame of hope flickering in his eyes.

Dorrag nodded, glancing sideways at Vincent.

Do you have any plans?

"Three months from now, the Kingdom of Leon will pay 'Heavenly Gold' to the World Government..."

"You want to steal the 'Gold from the Sky'?!"

Before Vincent could finish speaking, Dragon interrupted him with a startled cry.

"Trying to seize the 'Heavenly Gold' will attract the attention of a vice admiral or even an admiral. Those monsters are simply beyond our capabilities!"

The image of his father flashed into Dorag's mind; he was a monster who could destroy a country single-handedly.

His father was only a lieutenant general; one can't even imagine how terrifying a general would be.

Vincent looked at Dragon, who was sweating profusely, and didn't understand why he was so afraid. He tried to comfort him:

"Don't worry, we're not trying to steal 'gold from the sky'."

"The Kingdom of Leon will collect taxes from towns and villages within its borders before paying the 'Heavenly Gold,' and our target is the taxes."

Chapter 43 Bet

"In this way, we can rob a huge amount of money like 'Heavenly Gold,' but the risks are much lower than robbing 'Heavenly Gold.'"

After explaining the plan, Vincent raised an eyebrow at Dragon with a smug look on his face, as if to say, "Praise me!"

Dorrag ignored Vincent's plea for praise and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

The same amount of money has completely different implications before and after it is handed over to the navy.

If it's handed over to the navy, it's "gold from heaven"; if it's not handed over to the navy, it's just ordinary "taxes".

Vincent's plan was perfectly sound, but the problem was...

"We've stolen all this money, so how will the Kingdom of Leon pay off the 'Heavenly Gold'?"

"If the Leon royal family cannot come up with the same amount of money in a short period of time, they will likely have to find a way to get it from ordinary people."

"If ordinary people suffer more exploitation because of us, I absolutely disagree!"

As soon as the last sentence was uttered, Vincent's smug expression froze, and the atmosphere between the two became tense.

Just when Dragon thought Vincent would argue with him, or even have a big fight...

"Therefore, we only need to plunder the part of Shells Town."

Vincent reached out and hooked his arm around Dragon's shoulder, his gaze lingering on the darkness of the warehouse.

“In the beginning, it was we, the Felose people, who cleared the wasteland here and built houses and ports.”

“Especially during the construction of the port, a near-shore king caused trouble, and it took twenty or thirty lives to capture and kill it.”

“Now that the town of Shells has been established, the locals want to break their promise and drive us out, who have given us everything.”

"This is what the people of Shells Town owe us!"

"Before we leave, we deserve to get back the compensation that is rightfully ours!"

"..."

Hearing this story of grievances, Dragon nodded and agreed to Vincent's suggestion.

Vincent had told him in the afternoon that it wasn't just the gang that wanted to drive the Felosse people away, but also the mayor and all the locals.

These people even planned to hold a legislative meeting and invite old Fellowes to attend.

The sole purpose was to enact a law specifically targeting the Philoses, so that they could legally and rightfully expel all the Philoses.

The law here is not the embodiment of justice, but merely a tool for eliminating dissidents and pursuing personal gain!

"By the way, where do we buy weapons after we get the money?"

Dorrag composed himself and began discussing the next segment.

Arms powerful enough to overthrow a kingdom's regime are not something an ordinary arms dealer can produce.

Moreover, although there have been many disagreements among the member and non-member states of the East China Sea in recent years, they have all exercised great restraint.

They had only had minor frictions with each other at most, and there had never been any major conflicts.

Such an environment is a wasteland for arms dealers; any arms dealer with any skill would never come to this place.

This resulted in a situation where even with money, it was impossible to buy large quantities of weapons!

"hey-hey."

Vincent grinned, then lowered his voice mysteriously.

“I have acquaintances in the Navy, and we have already made an agreement that once I receive the money, I can buy a large amount of weapons.”

navy?!

This word struck a chord with Dorrag.

His former beliefs have become increasingly unbearable.

Seeing that Dragon's face looked pale, Vincent assumed he was worried and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Don't worry, this plan was also advised by that person in the Navy, it's absolutely reliable!"

"alright."

Dorrag sighed and didn't ask any further questions.

I simply assumed that this person was also someone who had lost faith in "justice".

at the same time

In a town, beside the swimming pool of a luxury estate.

"How about we make a bet?"

A pretty blonde, blue-eyed real estate agent in a black office lady pencil skirt takes off her suit jacket and unbuttons her white shirt collar, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone.

John leaned back in his beach chair, picked up his ice-cold beer, took a sip, and asked curiously:

"What are you gambling?"

"If you win, you can do anything to me."

The charming female real estate agent gave a flirtatious wink and lightly bit her red lips.

"If you lose, you'll have to give me this manor you just bought."

John raised an eyebrow and shrugged, puzzled.

"Why would I make this bet with you? This is a manor that cost ten million pegories to buy, complete with a swimming pool, a super soft king-size bed, and a magnificent fountain."

"Because I will make you so happy you'll fly to the clouds."

The pretty female real estate agent bent down, extended her slender fingers, and slowly traced pink nail polish from her calves to the top of her thighs, creating a long slit in her black stockings.