Alabasta.
At the edge of the sandstorm city, the seagull flag seemed to be buried by the sand in the sky, its color could not be seen, and the flagpole below made a "kuang kuang" sound. The playground covered a vast area, surrounded by solid brick walls. The walls were unusually thick and tall to resist the sandstorm. Looking down from the sky, the entire naval base looked like a giant tortoise standing in the desert.
It was just dawn, and dim lights were on in the crooked buildings. The sound of water dripping from the burly body. The missing part of his right ear under his short hair looked a little hideous. He let the water flow out of the faucet and looked naked in front of the mirror. Then he slowly wiped off the water droplets on his body and put on the coat with the word "justice" printed on the side.
In the Navy system, those who can wear the "justice" coat must be at the rank of colonel or above, and judging from the decoration on his shoulder, he was obviously a Navy Captain woven by the headquarters.
"Report!"
The old wooden door trembled, and a sergeant stood outside the door with his head down. It seemed that he had unspeakable awe of the Captain.
"Speak!"
Kirk, the highest officer of the Naval Branch base stationed in Alabasta, was 37 years old and had been stationed in this place for nearly three years. He was more than two meters tall and had a strong physique. Standing at the door, he blocked the light of the entire door, and a huge shadow covered the sergeant's head.
"A transfer order just came from the headquarters." The sergeant took out a sealed letter from his arms and handed it to Kirk over his head with both hands.
"A transfer order from the headquarters!" Kirk took the letter and tore it open. He pulled out the transfer order from inside. After glancing at it and confirming it, he didn't seem to show an unexpected look. It seemed that he had received the news before the transfer order was delivered, but his face still became gloomy. "East Sea, Navy Branch 153, actually wants me to transfer there. I don't know if the head of the headquarters staff has shit in his head."
Although Alabasta is a land that eats dirt, and the climate and environment have become worse in recent years, Kirk still lives very well here, and he has no intention of being transferred.
The sergeant lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.
Kirk slowly crumpled the paper in his hand and walked outside. The sergeant followed him sideways. This was a very wide and long corridor. The Marines guarding along the way gave a military salute.
Bang!
The door of the office closest to the renovated and luxurious office was pushed open. Kirk walked to the wine cabinet at the corner of the table, took out a bottle of wine and poured it down his throat. Then, he sat on the soft and wide sofa and said in a muffled voice, "How's the matter I asked you to investigate?"
The sergeant stood straight. "The new Colonel of the East China Sea 153 Branch will be transferred here. According to the information I have collected from the headquarters during this period of time, this Colonel Yarlin has joined the Navy for less than two years, and he recently took over the position of Colonel Monca of the former 153 Branch. Then, not long after, he was granted the establishment of Colonel by the General Staff of the headquarters. He was transferred from the East China Sea to Alabasta, sir."
"In two years, he climbed from the Navy to the rank of Colonel of the headquarters?" Kirk's face showed a look of displeasure. It took him nearly 14 years to climb from a Marine recruit to his current position. Even if the headquarters has become more and more fond of promoting those with potential over the years, it shouldn't be so excessive.
Kirk felt an indescribable will-o '-the-wisp burning in his heart. He took another sip of wine. "Go on. What's so special about this Colonel Arlen that the headquarters would treat him so well?"
"He jumped up too fast, so it's hard to know a lot of specific situations, but I heard that it seems to be related to Smoker." The sergeant said the information he had learned. "It's the white hunter Smoker. I heard that some time ago, he seemed to have made some movements in the East China Sea and had some disagreements with this Colonel Yarlin. In the end, he didn't get any advantage at all. Instead, he suffered a little loss and was severely punished by the headquarters. Because of this, Colonel Yarlin's skills and ability fell into the eyes of the headquarters. The General Staff seems to think that this Colonel has the potential value of training and promotion, so …"
"So, he's going to be transferred to replace me, and I, Kirk, will be transferred to the East China Sea where birds don't even shit?" Kirk felt that the East China Sea was a barren sea. Who knows where the 153 Branch is. He is now in the prime of his life. If he struggles again, he may be able to dye the military rank on his shoulder into a golden general badge again. But now the headquarters wants to transfer him to the East China Sea. In name, it's a transfer of the same level, but in fact, it's a naked demotion suppression.
The sergeant's forehead overflowed with beads of sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe them. He felt that the atmosphere in the house was very depressing. Colonel Kirk sat on the sofa and suddenly laughed. The laughter was getting louder and louder.
"What are you still doing here?" Kirk stopped sneering and suddenly asked the sergeant.
"No, this is the text of the collected information." The sergeant hurriedly put a text version of the report on the table and hurriedly retreated and carefully closed the door.
Kirk went to the wine cabinet and turned the innermost wine holder. The back wall of the wine cabinet cracked, revealing a secret compartment. The secret compartment was divided into two layers. The bottom layer was neatly piled with yellow gold bars. The top layer was placed with some documents and notebooks, and there was a special Den Den Mushi on top of it.
The style of this Den Den Mushi is very similar to the Den Den Mushi that Faulkner gave to Yarlin. It should belong to the kind that can't be eavesdropped on.
He took out the Den Den Mushi and dialed the only limited number. After a while, the other side was connected, but no one spoke. Only the sound of fingers tapping on the table came.
Although the phone can't be eavesdropped, there is no visual function, so the person on the other side of the phone can't be sure of the real state of the speaker on the other side of the phone.
After a few breaths, the phone was hung up, and Kirk put the Den Den Mushi back into the secret compartment.
The night came as promised.
Kirk, who was sleeping on the sofa with his eyes closed, suddenly heard movement from the door. He opened his eyes and saw that the door was pushed open. His other self swaggered in and approached the sofa.
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