Chapter 82
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"Senjerry couldn't recruit a single Marine, that's within my expectations. Then, what about the other two recruits? What are they doing? " Satoni leaned on his chair and crossed his legs. His index finger tapped rhythmically on the edge of the table.
"The two recruits. The one called Fick is nothing strange. He's been training with the Marines every day. But the one called Yarlin, his actions are a little incomprehensible … For the past month, he's been locking himself in the document room almost every day." The Marine answered with some doubts.
"Document room?" Satoni was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to figure out what the document room was for. His fingers stopped tapping on the table. He was very surprised. "What's he doing there?"
"Seems like he's reading the newspaper!"
Sartoni was instantly dumbfounded. Then, he frowned strangely. He could not understand what was so interesting about those newspapers. He had even read them for nearly a month. Could it be that he was an idiot?
"But Via's head is most likely brought to Senjerry by these two recruits …" Satoni pondered for a moment. He waved his hand and dismissed the Marine. "Continue to keep an eye on him!"
… … …
He unlocked the door.
It was quiet inside. Yarlin went up to the second floor and slowly took out a linen woven bag. He locked the door behind him and walked alone to the outskirts of Shields town.
In the distance, behind a trash can, a figure frowned and stared in the direction he left. Then he slowly walked to the door. He raised his hand and gently tugged on the door lock. Then he looked up at the closed window upstairs. There was a layer of dust on the window and it was dark inside. He withdrew his gaze and hesitated for a moment. He turned his head and looked around. The location of this building was close to the outskirts of Shields town. There were very few people living here. Plus, the sky was a little dark at the moment.
He thought for a moment and pulled a brick from the wall next to him. He raised it and smashed it on the door lock. The sound of the brick breaking echoed in the building.
In the room upstairs, a motionless corpse leaning on the bed suddenly opened its eyes. Its shiny bald head turned to look at the door.
"Crack!"
The iron lock was smashed. The figure threw away the brick, patted the dust off his hands, and casually pulled the broken lock away. He pushed open the door and looked at the dark entrance behind him. The dim vision and the cold air made him shiver inexplicably.
The figure slowly walked along the wall. He obviously did not notice that there was an inhuman gaze watching his every move from the darkness on the other side of the corridor.
… ….
It was as if the town of Shields was divided into two worlds by a line. On the inside, there was peace and quiet. The residents lived in fear under the oppression and exploitation of Navy Branch 153, but they still maintained a semblance of order on the surface. On the outside, there was poverty and chaos. It was the hatred and brutality that was exposed after the outer layer was torn away.
Bottles and rocks could be seen everywhere. Arlen's gaze quickly scanned the area. There were women and children hiding in the shadows, and the men's vigilant gazes, as well as the bricks and bottles in their hands. He ignored them all and walked towards the gang members gathered in groups of twos and threes not far away.
"Navy, what are you doing here?" The man in the short-sleeved checkered shirt took a step forward and blocked Yarlin's path.
Yarlin was still wearing the 153 Branch recruit uniform and a white military cap. He looked at the man in front of him and said, "The Brotherhood?"
"That's right. The Navy is not welcome here. If you don't want to die, get out of here!" As the man in the checkered shirt spoke, two tall men behind him pulled out iron rods and short knives from their backs. They stared at Yarlin with unfriendly eyes.
"How come I don't know that there's a place in Shields that the Navy can't set foot in?" Yarlin stared at the man in front of him without any expression. He sneered and said, "Or is the Brotherhood tired of living? Do you want to be encircled by the entire Navy Branch 153? Huh?"
The man in the checkered shirt showed a murderous look in his eyes. He was so angry that he laughed. "Others might be afraid of the Navy, but we, the Brotherhood, are all men who have been oppressed by the Navy. Do you think we're afraid?"
"Come on, kill me!"
The man in the checkered shirt pulled out a dagger from his back. He grabbed the blade and handed the hilt to Yarlin. At the same time, he tore open the button of his shirt, exposing his chest. He pointed at the hideous scar on it and said, "This is what the Navy left me. Come on, stab me here again. Kill me!"
Yarlin looked at the scar on the man's chest. It should have been caused by the Navy's bayonet. He slowly moved his eyes and focused on the man's face. The man's expression didn't seem fake. He then looked at the two members of the Brotherhood behind him. They also had a fierce and fearless expression.
"Very good!"
Yarlin licked his lips. He didn't pay attention to the man's provocation. Instead, he took a step back and slowly threw the bag on the ground.
There was the crisp sound of metal colliding. The man in the checkered shirt was stunned. He stared at Ya Erlin, wanting to know what kind of trick he was playing.
"You're not even afraid of death. Don't you dare to open it and see?" Yarlin said faintly.
"Humph!" The man in the checkered shirt slowly squatted down. He pulled the dagger on the top of the bag and opened a hole. His pupils suddenly shrank. He reached out and covered the bag. He looked up at Yarlin. His face was full of puzzlement. "What does this mean?"
"Sincerity!"
Yarlin shrugged his shoulders and the corner of his mouth rose gently. "To show that I have no malice to you. I came with goodwill and sincerity. I'm very sympathetic to your experience …"
"We don't need the sympathy of the Navy. Don't be hypocritical here." The man in the checkered shirt interrupted Yarlin's hypocritical words and said hatefully. "Explain your purpose, Navy!"
"Oh ~" Yarlin looked at the other side deeply. "Then I'll say it in another way. I'm also very dissatisfied with the current situation of Navy Branch 153. So, I'm here to make a mutually beneficial deal with your Brotherhood. Don't rush to refuse. This is not something you can decide!"
When Yarlin said the last few words, his tone suddenly became cold as if his patience had been worn away. If the man in the checkered shirt dared to refuse without thinking, then he didn't mind changing the way to let them understand how serious the sincerity of a Navy was.
The man in the checkered shirt thought for a moment. Then he picked up the bag on the ground with a black face. He turned and walked to the back. At the same time, he said to the two members of the Brotherhood behind him. "You two keep an eye on him. I'm going to see the leader. If he does anything dangerous, kill him!"
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