Two months later.
The Grand Line, the White Earth Island, Bardigo, was an area full of yellow sand and rocks. The mineral veins and water sources in this place were on the verge of drying up. At first glance, it seemed that half of the buildings were buried by the sandstorm.
It was a yellow building complex. From a distance, it looked like mounds of different heights and bunkers surrounded by them. Inside, there was a decayed building wreckage. The exposed rusty steel frame was crudely welded with iron sheets and tents, and there were lights coming out from behind the tents.
In the sandstorm, there were some soldiers with cloth wrapped around their hair to cover their mouths and goggles on their faces. Each of them carried a flintlock gun on their shoulders and back. Some uniform letters could be vaguely seen on the back, which roughly meant "revolution".
On the top floor of the building, in a room with a window welded with iron sheets, it looked a little dim. The burning tobacco was extinguished, revealing the stubble on the cheeks. He coughed twice and said in a dry voice, "Alex's cadres have not sent back news for more than two months. It is likely that something unexpected has happened."
A man sitting at the corner of the table sighed, "Alex? A small country in the East China Sea. I remember that country seems to have a leaning attitude towards our revolutionary army. "
"No news has been sent back for two months. I'm afraid they are already dead," the revolutionary army cadre standing in the corner interrupted, and there was some indifference in his voice.
There was a brief silence, and there was a trace of sadness in the oppressive atmosphere. For the revolutionary army, hearing the news of the death of their lurking companions outside had become accustomed to it.
Zeng!
The burning match ignited the tobacco, and the man who spoke first looked at the smoke in front of him, "The world government regards our revolutionary army as a thorn in their side. Although we have overthrown the rule of some countries, it is far from enough to shake the rule of the world government, and Alex is one of the few countries that may have a leaning attitude towards our revolutionary army …"
"So, what's the latest intelligence?"
"Alex seems to have a coup d 'état. The prime minister's faction that was originally close to our revolutionary army was purged and imprisoned. The crime was that they colluded with the rebels of the revolutionary army, but now it is not certain whether the cadres of the revolutionary army were really exposed or it was just an excuse for the coup d' état. None of this is certain, but there seems to be the shadow of the Marine behind this. Moreover, some information has been passed back from the East Blue recently, and it vaguely points to a name that also has a close relationship with the Marine. This makes me very concerned, so," he put out the cigarette and said to the two cadres in the corner: "Dai, Mick, I need you two to go to the East Blue. There are two things that need to be clear."
In the corner, two men, one tall and one short, stood up from the base of the wall. The tall man looked abnormally burly. His bones made a sound like rocks colliding with each other. The short man seemed to be hidden in the darkness. The surrounding light seemed to have dimmed a little.
"The first thing is to find out the truth of the Alex incident. The second thing is about a naval organization that was recently established in the East China Sea …"
"Marine Club?"
There was a cigar in his mouth, and gray smoke came out of his nostrils and blew towards his short silver hair. A card of the Marine Club was reflected on the black windproof lens. He flicked it gently, and the card was strangely suspended in mid-air. Circles of white smoke strangely wrapped around the card.
Smoker, a logia smoke fruit ability user, directly subordinate to the Colonel of the headquarters. He was stationed at the edge of the East China Sea all year round, which was the entrance and exit to the Grand Line, a place called the beginning and the end.
"What's the problem with this Marine Club? Colonel Smoker? "Tashigi gently pushed her old-fashioned glasses with her fingertips.
"It's a club of the East China Sea Navy. Its members are basically the Marine Captains of various branches. In theory, it belongs to a private organization within the Marine. It does not violate the Marine's terms. There's no problem, but …" Smoker's voice paused slightly. The smoke immediately condensed into a palm in mid-air. He held the card with two fingers and smiled: "I've been in Roguetown for a long time. I'm a little bored, so I want to go out and get some fresh air."
… … …
It's been nearly two months since the death of Colonel Forbigan. The Marine Club held a funeral for Colonel Forbigan and the Marines who died. At the same time, the members of the Marine Club have exceeded 70, which means that almost half of the East China Sea Naval Branch has joined the club, and Yarlin's reputation in the entire club is also climbing.
The charter of the club is more complete, and the criteria for joining the club have begun to become stricter. The club's membership has changed from an application system to a recommendation system, that is, new members must be recommended by the old members and pass the review of the club. They must also get the consent of more than 5 Level 2 members before they can join.
It is worth mentioning that because of the death of Forbigan and Hatti, the number of Level 2 members fell to only 5 members at one time. Fortunately, some members had enough points and passed the review. They were promoted from Level 1 members to Level 2 members. And coincidentally, three of the five newly promoted Level 2 members were the Captains who were saved by Yarlin. Out of gratitude and trust for Yarlin, they voted in favor of any measure proposed by Yarlin without hesitation.
The seemingly democratic voting system and the loose club organization have begun to gradually approach Yarlin's rule, and the structure and class of the internal organization are also approaching and perfecting step by step according to Yarlin's vision. From loose to close, from a platform for exchange of interests to a collection of interests to complete the transformation.
Marine Club 153 Branch.
In the innermost cell of the prison, Lippa held a flat bowl in his hand and scooped porridge with a spoon in his hand to feed Colonel Monca who was lying on the bed.
After feeding the last bowl of porridge, Lippa got up with the bowl and was about to walk out. Suddenly, Monca's eyelids trembled slightly. Lippa was stunned, staring at Monca's eyes that suddenly opened, and the bowl in his hand was smashed to the ground.
Deep breaths, a dry and hoarse voice sounded as if his throat had been seriously injured, "You are … Lippa, where am I?"
"Colonel Monca, you woke up?" Lippa squatted down and picked up the broken bowl on the ground to hide the shock on his face. His knuckles were holding the edge of the broken bowl. Because of excessive force, his whole finger emitted a strange blue and white color.
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