Chapter 104
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In the evening, the scattered Marines returned to the Naval Branch. When the Lieutenant Commander came back, he was confused. The missing Lieutenant Berroumebé came back safe and sound.
When he went to report to Colonel Monka, it was Bellu Mayber who opened the door from the inside. Bellu Mayber, with a pair of tired and red eyes, bluntly rejected him outside the door. "Are you the one who reported me missing? Do I look like I'm missing?"
"I … …" The Lieutenant Commander opened his mouth wide.
"Didn't you just stay in town for two nights and didn't come back? Is it worth it for you to report to Colonel Monca?" Berroumebé stared at the Lieutenant Commander with disgust. "Incompetent trash, if you don't want your other arm to be broken, don't appear in front of Colonel Monca."
"I know!"
He couldn't mess with Berroumebé, so he could only leave. He went to the dusty warehouse and looked at the last wall. At the bottom of the row of names, the name "Berroumebé" had disappeared.
His pupils suddenly shrank. The blood red words on the wall seemed to have been erased by someone's hand. Replacing it was another name – "Satoni"!
"You can erase what was written?" The Lieutenant Commander felt that his brain wasn't enough. "So what does this mean?"
"Lieutenant Berroumebé came back, so now only Lieutenant Satoni is missing." The Lieutenant Commander stared at the blood stained wall suspiciously. "In two days, will Lieutenant Satoni come back by himself?"
"It's not impossible … …"
The Lieutenant Commander's teeth hurt. His limited IQ wasn't enough to analyze and deal with such a complicated and strange situation. He fiercely gritted his teeth and picked up the black cloth on the ground to cover the wall again.
"Forget it, I'll just pretend that I didn't see anything. Anyway, Colonel Monca doesn't want to see me recently … …" The Lieutenant Commander was like a stupid ostrich hiding his head. He frowned and walked out. In his heart, he was thinking about tomorrow's transfer to the ship.
The next day, a transfer application appeared in Colonel Monca's office. It was collected by the Marines on duty and sent to Berroumebé.
Yesterday evening, Berroumebé had already used Colonel Monca's order to change the list of Marines on duty for Colonel Monca. The original Marines on duty were distributed to other places and replaced by Gagou and Csónitz.
"Can we trust those two people?" Berroumebé looked at Gagou who turned and walked out of the door. He looked at Yarlin who was standing on the side with an inquisitive gaze.
Yarlin was now the only person he could rely on and absolutely trust. He was full of gratitude and trust for Yarlin, so he would always ask for Yarlin's opinion on everything.
"If the news of Colonel Monca's coma is leaked, it won't do them any good. Because no matter who replaces Colonel Monca, they will still be at the bottom of the Marines and it will be difficult for them to rise again. However, if they help you, Berroumebé, it will be different. They will become trusted subordinates who know the secret. As long as you, Berroumebé, can sit firmly as the ruler of Navy Branch 153, they will naturally rise. They will settle this debt clearly." Yarlin said confidently. Of course, he couldn't explain to Berroumebé that Gagou and Csónitz were originally their "own people". Fortunately, this explanation was enough to convince Berroumebé.
"Okay, then what should we do?" Berroumebé waved the transfer application form.
"He's just an incompetent idiot. Since he wants to drift on the sea, isn't that what we want?" Yarlin's mouth curved into a sarcastic smile. "Approve it. It just so happens that he has control over the daily duties and authority of the Naval Branch. We can use this opportunity to take it back."
"Not only him, but all the important positions in the Marine base will slowly be replaced by our own people. After all, we can hide the truth of Colonel Monca's coma for a while, but we can't hide it forever. So what we need to do is to take full control of this base before the matter is exposed." Yarlin's expression was solemn. His voice unconsciously carried a cold killing intent. "We have to do it. Anyone who hinders this plan must be ruthlessly eliminated."
"I understand. Since I have already pretended to hide everything, there is no turning back. I understand." Berroumebé understood his current situation. He was a person who was forced to the edge of a cliff. He could only bite the bullet and move forward. If he turned back, he would die without a burial place.
Taking out Colonel Monca's seal and stamping it, Berroumebé let out a long breath and asked. "Next, what should we do? We have to find a place to bury the bodies piled up upstairs. Otherwise, the whole house will stink. "
"Bear with it for a while. I will find someone to take care of it tonight." Yarlin habitually rubbed his left eyelid and said in a deep voice. "The entire Naval Branch has nearly 700 Marines. It is hard to say how many of them are the dregs left behind by Lieutenant Colonel Satoni. I have to find a way to sift through them and find out which ones are worthy of our trust and control. This will take some time, but fortunately, I have some ideas."
Berroumebé nodded. His nerves that had been tense for the past few days gradually relaxed. The hedonistic second generation also seemed to have matured. He looked at Yarlin and said gratefully, "Yarlin, fortunately, you helped me. Otherwise …"
Yarlin interrupted Berroumebé's words of gratitude and said with the same sincerity. "Helping Berroumebé is helping myself. Only if you take control of this base can I, Yarlin, also obtain a promising future."
Berroumebé nodded heavily and promised. "If I can really be like my father and take control of this base, then you will naturally represent me!"
"Ah ~"
Yarlin looked at Berroumebé and laughed. Berroumebé only thought that Yarlin was happy from the bottom of his heart. He didn't understand the meaning behind the laughter.
Night came as promised.
The apartment building stood quietly in the darkness, and the door slowly opened with a glimmer of light, and a few sneaky Marines came out with rancid sacks.
There were more Marines in the room who were meticulously cleaning up the smell of blood and rancid in the room. Everything was carried out in a quiet and orderly manner. No one questioned or questioned Colonel Monca who was unconscious in the bedroom.
"They …" Berroumebé swallowed his saliva.
"They are the ones who have been suppressed by the branch all these years. They are the ones who can be completely trusted by us in the entire Marine's 153 divisions." Yarlin said to Berroumebé. "We need to promote them to become officers of this Naval Branch."
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