Seagulls were painted on the front door of the detached building with blue spray paint. Two men in white navy uniforms stood at the door, lit cigarettes and puffed out smoke.
The walls in the room were slightly gray, and the corners were gray. A wooden bench and a table were placed in the middle. Black boots were placed on the table, and the back of the chair was leaning against the back of the chair. The corner of the chair was tilted up. Senjerry's hands were hanging behind his head, and his whole body seemed to be hanging on the back of the chair, swaying back and forth.
The corners of his eyes were sticky yellow, and there were two thin scars under his heavy eye bags. The stubble on the edge of his lips made him look a little decadent and depressed. Occasionally, he would half-open his eyes to look at the door, revealing his bloodshot eyes full of exhaustion.
The Naval Branch was just a decoration. As a lieutenant, he was sent here as a department head. It seemed that he had the power to recruit new recruits, but in fact, Senjerry was very clear about what was going on. He was marginalized and "exiled" by the 153 Branch base.
Who told the recruitment office to only have him, a salted fish that couldn't turn over a new leaf, and the two equally dejected trash at the door. The recruitment of new recruits didn't exist.
It didn't exist last year, and it shouldn't exist this year either. The entire town of Shields was shrouded in the high-pressure policy implemented by Colonel Monca. The reputation of the Navy was equivalent to the endorsement of terror. In this case, it was probably a dream to try to recruit new recruits from the local area.
Senjerry dug out the dirt in his eyes and flicked it to the ground. On the opposite wall, there was a circle of posters. They were all yellowing bounty posters. They had been hanging there for a long time and had never been replaced.
Oh, yes, the Navy's recruitment office also had the function of exchanging bounties. Although, other than a few rolled up banknotes in his pocket, there was no trace of Bailey in the whole room.
Navy Branch 153 didn't welcome bounty hunters. The business of exchanging bounties had always been in a state of paralysis due to the lack of funds. Occasionally, some blind bounty hunters would come here, but usually they could only leave while cursing, and go to other bases to exchange bounties.
Well, although most of the bounties couldn't be redeemed in full, other Marine branches could still exchange for Blood Berries. However, 153 Branch was really stingy. This was inseparable from the greed and dictatorship of Colonel Monca.
"Heh ~ I'm afraid that the Bounty Hunter class will become more and more desolate." A thought appeared in Senjerry's mind, then he sighed and laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart: "Why did I become a Marine, for justice?"
"Why do I still insist on coming to this broken place every day? Is it just for these …" Senjiri looked up at the spider web at the corner of the wall, where a black spider the size of a fingernail was sitting in the center of the web. "Partners with these spiders?"
With a bitter smile on his face, Senjerry suddenly rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see two vague figures walking into the recruitment office.
Tap tap … The footsteps became clearer and clearer. Senjerry opened his eyes with all his might and stared at the pale-skinned man who stepped over the threshold and into his "territory". Then, he heard the voice of the man opposite him. "Is this the navy's recruitment office? Can I join the Marine? "
"Recruitment office? Marine? Join? "
Senjerry could understand these words individually, but when they were strung together, Senjerry was shocked. He opened his mouth, and the green leek between his teeth was extremely eye-catching. A stench of alcohol fermentation came out from the muddy spit inside his mouth: "What did you say you came here for?"
Yarlin took a step back with a blank expression. His blue eyes narrowed slightly. He was observing and sizing up the dilapidated recruitment office and the decadent, tired, and depressed middle-aged Marine in front of him. He naturally came to an obvious conclusion in his heart: "This recruitment office doesn't seem to recruit 153 Branch very much. It shouldn't be said that Colonel Monca doesn't like it."
"I want to become a Marine and join Navy Branch 153!" Yarlin looked at Senjerry's eyes that were full of mucus and answered seriously.
The two Marines at the door looked at each other in confusion and slowly put out their cigarettes.
Senjerry's body swayed, and he almost fell from the chair. He stared at Yarlin and the fierce and expressionless Fick behind him in shock. He was stunned for two seconds before he reacted and pulled his feet back from the table. He reached out and pulled the chair under his butt to sit up straight.
"Why do I want to become a Marine?"
Senjerry tried hard to recall what he should do. What was the formal process of recruiting a Marine? He couldn't remember it clearly. He reached out and fumbled in the drawer.
A roll of toilet paper, a stack of bounty posters with oil droplets on them, a tattered pornographic magazine, and … oh, it was a recruitment form.
He took out the form from it, and then stuffed a pile of trash back into the drawer. The whole process made Yarlin's eyelids twitch slightly.
Yarlin looked down at the form. It was an A4 paper called Recruitment Registration Form. Below it was some simple information such as name, age, gender, and so on.
Yarlin took the paper, and then took a long time to take a paintbrush. He filled in the information on the paper while glancing at Senjerry and said meaningfully: "Because the Marine represents justice."
"Yearning for justice?"
Senjerry murmured in his mind. He had clearly misunderstood Arlen's intentions. Of course, Arlen wouldn't explain himself.
"Anyone who yearns for justice should become a Marine!"
Senjerry said. This was what a Marine Fleet Admiral once said. A few years ago, the recruitment office still had this slogan posted on the door. That was before Colonel Monca took over 153 Branch.
"Him too?"
Senjerry looked at Fick and asked. He still had a good eyesight. He could see that Yarlin was the one who made the decision.
"Here, Fick, fill in this form."
Yarlin picked up a form and handed it to Fick.
"Oh." Fick replied in a low voice.
"Is that all?"
Yarlin handed the two forms to Senjerry. At the same time, he was observing the other party. With his two lifetimes of experience, it was easy for him to analyze the other party's situation in 153 Branch from the environment here. At the same time, he could also roughly infer the other party's personality and style.
After all, a guy who was marginalized by 153 Branch Naval Branch, coupled with the rumored personality of Colonel Monca, the top officer of 153 Branch, Senjerry's characteristics also surfaced.
Upright, persistent, pedantic, inflexible … It was nothing more than these words or similar meanings.
While Yarlin was calculating in his heart, Senjerry's knuckles were a little tight on the form, and his breathing was a little rough. Although he tried very hard to hide it, he still couldn't hide it from Yarlin's eyes.
"Okay! Come back in three days. "Senjerry said to Yarlin.
"Okay." Yarlin turned his head and walked out, his eyes sweeping across the bounty list on the wall. The second to last in the third line was a face covered by a black hat, Via $7,000,000 (7 million Berries).
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