Jones didn't ask what would happen if he became the enemy of the club. Of course, there was no need to ask now. The whole club was just an empty shell. The only club member was Navy Branch 153.
Jones didn't say that he wanted to join the club. He just looked at Yarlin deeply and slowly got up to leave. When he walked to the door, he seemed to think of something and asked casually, "When will the next club invitation be?"
Yarlin turned his head, pondered for a moment and replied, "About a month!"
Forbigan looked at Yarlin's back as Jones left. The fat on his cheeks squeezed together. His slender eyes flashed with suspicion as he looked at Yarlin. "You don't need to report to Colonel Monca for this kind of thing. You can make your own decision?"
"Hey … Colonel Forbigan is very curious!" Yarlin touched his eyelids and looked at Forbigan coldly. He had to admit that the fat man was the best disguise. At least he couldn't see his eyes at all.
"Ah, I'm a bored person. It's inevitable that I'm curious when I encounter interesting things." Forbigan smiled awkwardly. Facing a second lieutenant who was much lower than him, he didn't have the official air of a colonel at all. He scratched his head and said, "How about I be the first to join this club?"
Yarlin was stunned for a moment. He didn't think that anyone would join the club today. His real purpose was to complete his debut and get familiar with the club so that he could pave the way for the next real invitation.
"Why not?"
"Of course, you can!" Yarlin grinned and said, "Don't you need to know more or wait for a while?"
"No need to be so troublesome. I have nothing to lose anyway!" Forbigan waved his hand and said indifferently, "Unlike Ricky, the 44th branch's sea area is very large. The situation of our 65th branch is not much different from your 153 branch. It's just the size of a palm. There's no need to worry so much. I think this Navy Club is very interesting. I'll join."
"By the way, since you're the first to join, you have to take care of our 65th branch in the future." Forbigan's face was full of smiles. He took out a box of cigars from his arms and handed it to Yarlin.
"Bastard!"
Yarlin took the cigar and had a preliminary judgment of the fat man in front of him. He was amused and then said faintly, "I believe Colonel Faubick won't regret today's decision."
Amidst the strange fists, beside the solitary seagull flag of 153rd branch, the seagull flag of 65th branch slowly rose up. The two flags emitted a whistling sound in the air!
… ….
The deck was covered in blood and corpses, and the gaps between the wooden planks were filled with solidified black blood. Limp corpses were scattered all over the deck, and broken limbs were everywhere. The bloody skull pattern on the mast was splattered with blood. From afar, it really looked like a skull that had walked out of a pool of blood.
"Wrap the bags tighter. It will take a while, or else it will be too smelly." Crowe stood in the center of a pile of corpses, his cheeks stained with blood. He held the frame of his glasses with his wrist and frowned at the recruits who were carrying the corpses. He was slightly worried. The bottom of the cabin was almost full of corpses, and the whole ship was filled with a faint smell of corpses.
"Should we throw these corpses into the sea?" An idea emerged in Crowe's mind, and then he suppressed it. He knew that the real purpose of Yarlin's need for these corpses was not to water the flower beds. If it was for such a boring purpose, he would not mind throwing them all away.
Unfortunately, it was not!
"Forget it, I can still bear it for a while!" Crowe wiped the blood on his face with a handkerchief and turned to show a gentle smile. He looked at Nami, who was hiding in the corner of the ship with a pale face, and said, "Why do you look so unhappy? 30 million Berries is about to be collected! "
Nami stared at the corpses of the pirates that were packed, and the sealed boxes of money stained with blood next to the corpses. She swallowed her saliva. She never thought that Crowe would help her to collect 30 million Berries in a month, in such a horrible way – killing and looting the pirates they encountered at sea.
No, it shouldn't be called killing, it should be called a massacre … All the pirates who encountered the Red Skull flag were killed, and no one was left alive. The corpses were packed and hidden at the bottom of the cabin, but the money was generously packed into boxes and placed on the deck.
She didn't know how to evaluate this behavior, and she didn't know what perverted interest the other party had in collecting the corpses. She just witnessed those Fishmen … Oh, Crowe called them "recruits". She didn't understand the deep meaning of this word. After all, those tireless and fearless killing machines were completely unrelated to the title of recruits. She only knew that her mouth and nose were filled with a strange rancid smell, and there were hundreds of corpses piled up on the deck under her feet.
"30 million Berries is about to be collected!"
Nami muttered to herself, there was almost no trace of blood on her distorted face due to panic. After a long time, she seemed to wake up from her fear and knelt on the boxes of solidified black blood. Tears flowed from her pale face, and a look of "hope" appeared in her trembling beautiful eyes.
Hope was bred in the blood, and holiness was bred in the rancid smell. Crowe's glasses reflected this strange and beautiful picture.
"I don't know if you are a pirate or not!" Nami wiped her tears, stood up and stared at Crowe seriously, "Thank you, you saved Cocoysia!"
"Save?" Crowe wiped the blood on the cat's paw, showing a cold and inexplicable laugh, which made Nami have goosebumps all over her body.
Crowe turned his back to Nami, and the opposite side of the slaughtered pirate ship was on fire. The faint light of the fire was reflected in his pupils. He said in a voice that only he could hear, "Meaningless hope and gratitude, I just … I just want to get the result I want!"
Nami stared at Crowe's back, feeling that the other party seemed to be always shrouded in a strange fog. She couldn't see his intentions, couldn't see through his purpose, and couldn't distinguish which sentence in his mouth was true and which sentence was false.
She squatted down quietly, holding the box firmly, and repeated over and over again in her mouth, "It's collected, it's finally collected … Cocoysia, wait for me, I will buy you back from the dragon."
The cold sea breeze whistled, blowing Nami's hair, and the cold sea water submerged the burning wreckage, as if crying to tell the deepest despair, always when it seems that hope is coming …
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