Chapter 75
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Holding the newly filled recruitment form in his hand, he watched as Yarlin and Fick left. Only then did Senjerry turn to Gagou and Kissner with a questioning gaze.
"First Lieutenant, this is our chance. There's no need to hesitate." Gagou's deep voice contained a hint of excitement. "Let's throw away those ridiculous naivety. Sticking to our principles will only make us moldy here. Navy Branch 153 is rotten to the bone. We can only choose to compromise and be flexible, then fight for our rights."
Kissner didn't say anything. He only lit a cigarette and puffed hard. However, his silence was the greatest tacit agreement to Gagou's words.
"Besides, First Lieutenant, we can't change anything now. Perhaps it's just like what that recruit said. Only after seizing power can we have the qualifications to flaunt justice or evil." Gagou's eyes flashed with a light that made Senjerry raise his eyebrows. "That recruit has ambition and means. This isn't a bad thing for us. As long as we use him reasonably and control him … Perhaps First Lieutenant, you will be able to change Navy Branch 153 one day."
"Yes, we will help you keep an eye on that recruit." Kissner took one last puff, extinguished the cigarette, and said seriously to Senjerry.
"Don't worry, I know what to do. I won't be as pedantic as before." Senjerry said and closed the wooden box. He wrapped the cloth around the box and held it tightly in his hand. He held the cloth as if he was holding the gloomy head of a person. It was also as if he was slowly seizing power in his hand.
"Everything is for justice!" Senjerry said to himself in his heart.
… … …
"Why are you here again?" Sartoni looked at Senjerry and said impatiently, "Are you done? It's impossible to recruit soldiers."
Satoni was really annoyed with Senjerry. In the entire Navy Branch 153, this first lieutenant was like a rock in a latrine pit, smelly and hard. His head was filled with boring principles and justice. He was really stupid.
The smell of alcohol made the air in the room stink. Satoni felt that Senjerry was not tactful at all. Wasn't it a little too merciful to send him to the recruitment office? He should find an opportunity to get rid of him. That way, he would be able to get some extra pay.
Senjerry placed the two recruitment forms on the corner of the table. Satoni didn't even bat an eyelid during the entire process. Then, Senjerry placed a bounty poster on the table and slowly pushed it to the center of the table.
"Bounty?"
Satoni was stunned.
Bang!
Senjerry rudely placed the box in his right hand on the table. Without saying a word, he untied the cloth and pulled away the wooden board, revealing the human head inside.
"Huh?"
Satoni's pupils suddenly shrank. He immediately reacted to what had happened. He pulled the box in front of him and reached out to pick up the head with a strange smell. He put it in front of his face and looked at it carefully.
"Via, 7 million Berries pirate, yes, it's this person."
Satoni was like a pervert with a huge smile on his face. He slowly put the head back into the box and carefully closed the box. He didn't ask for Senjerry's opinion during the whole process. It was as if the dead man's head already belonged to him.
Senjerry looked at him coldly without saying a word.
"Senjerry, you're finally enlightened. It seems that life in the recruitment office can temper a person. Not bad, not bad … Tell me, what do you want?" Satoni's attitude was completely different from before. The smile on his face made the fat on his cheeks tremble.
"Oh, these two recruitment forms, no problem, passed smoothly." Satoni happily picked up the recruitment form from the corner of the table, signed it, and then stamped it with a red stamp. It seemed that he also felt that the price was a little low. He said, "Since the life in the recruitment office has played a role in tempering you, then I will transfer you back to the base, or do you want to go to sea with the ship?"
It was like a negotiation with a clear price. This change in attitude made Senjerry's heart even more sorrowful. The upper echelons of the 153rd Marine Branch were completely rotten to the bone. The Marines had completely become a tool for them to fish for profits. Senjerry had to change all of this.
"No, I think the life in the recruitment office is good. I want to continue to stay there." Senjerry's face forced a strange and ugly smile. In the past, he might have wanted to leave the recruitment office all the time, but now, his thoughts have changed: "I just have a small request."
"What is it?" Satoni didn't think that Senjerry would want to continue to stay in that godforsaken recruitment office. However, he was too lazy to think about it. He was already thinking about how to use this head of his to get as much benefits as possible from Monca.
The transfer of benefits was done step by step. Satoni understood the unspoken rules. He knew that he couldn't directly bypass Colonel Monca and ask for a reward from headquarters. This military merit could only fall on Colonel Monca's medal, and all he could fight for was more power and monetary rewards.
"I hope that the recruits recruited in the future can be approved, and the recruits recruited will be personally trained by me." Senjerry had already thought of the wording of his request on the way here. It was a hint given to him by Yarlin. Instead of returning to 153 Branch's base and being a salted fish in another place, he might as well think of a way to make the recruitment office worthy of its name. Although it sounded like a fantasy, it was still possible.
What Senjerry didn't realize was that all these thoughts were given to him by Yarlin on purpose. To a certain extent, his mentality and behavior had already been influenced and manipulated by Yarlin.
On the other side, Fick happened to ask Yarlin, "We're leaving just like that. Don't you need to say a few more words?"
"Humans are creatures. Once they have the chance, they will naturally fight for their own benefits." Yarlin replied faintly: "If I break it up and break it down, it will give him the feeling that he is being manipulated, and it will be counterproductive. It's better to let him understand it himself. It will also stimulate his subjective initiative more actively."
"Subjective initiative?" Fick could always hear new words coming from Yarlin. He didn't understand it, but he felt that it was awesome.
"Yes. When a salted fish finds an opportunity to turn over a new leaf, the potential that erupts can't be underestimated. It's the same logic as when you finally see a woman on land after being cooped up on a ship for three months." Yarlin had lived two lives, so he deeply understood the desire and craziness of small figures to turn over a new leaf.
"Hahaha, I understand now!" Fick laughed out loud.
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