On the field, First Lieutenant Senjerry was completely unaffected by the panic in the 153rd branch. He was in high spirits training the new recruits he had recruited.
There were a total of 30 recruits. In just a few days, he had already recruited half of them. At this moment, all of them had changed into Navy uniforms and lined up in two rows, waiting for his instructions.
Yarlin and Fick were also in the ranks of the recruits. Yarlin at the edge of the first row looked at Senjerry, but the corner of his eyes had already swept past him. His eyes glanced at a large number of soldiers running in formation behind him, followed by a gloomy Navy lieutenant commander.
"Lieutenant Commander, what are you doing?"
Senjerry suddenly turned his head and looked around. Two groups of Navy soldiers had already surrounded him. He looked at the lieutenant commander in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
"Lieutenant Senjerry, your evil deed of killing Second Lieutenant Kona and eight other officers has been exposed. I am now under the order of Lieutenant Commander Satoni to arrest you. I advise you not to make meaningless resistance." The lieutenant commander said expressionlessly.
The vicious framing made Lieutenant Senjerry's scalp tingle. He subconsciously prepared to defend himself, but he was met with the sneer of the lieutenant commander. How could he not understand that this wasn't a mistake in the investigation, but a deliberate framing to eradicate him.
"Ah!"
A feeling of grief and indignation surged in his heart. Lieutenant Senjerry knew that he absolutely couldn't surrender at this moment. Otherwise, he would never have the chance to speak again. He roared wildly and rushed toward the lieutenant commander.
"Stop him!"
The lieutenant commander stood still, and the surrounding marines swarmed towards Lieutenant Senjiri like a beehive. After a series of punches and kicks, Lieutenant Senjiri was pressed to the ground with his face swollen and bruised. Then he was dragged away by two marines who held his arms behind his back.
"You're framing me, bastard!"
Senjerry's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at the lieutenant commander. "You bastards, you can't find the real murderer, so you're going to arrest someone to frame me. Lieutenant Commander Satoni instructed you to do this, right? You bastards, you don't deserve the Navy uniform you're wearing."
"Tell him to shut up, he's too noisy." The lieutenant commander snorted coldly without turning his head. Senjerry's mouth was gagged by a piece of cloth, and he could only make vague sounds.
In the distance, at the main entrance of the base, the golden-haired Berroumebé yawned as he watched the scene unfold. "I thought that First Lieutenant would be able to struggle for a bit, but in the end … sigh, how boring."
A tall and thin Marine with a pale face glanced at him, his expression was slightly gloomy, but in the blink of an eye he said in a cold tone: "So, it seems that he killed Lieutenant Ferris, oh, poor Lieutenant Ferris, I heard that even his body can't be found."
"Tanner, I remember that you also hate Ferris." Berroumebé looked at the follower behind him in surprise, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Don't think that I don't know, he always bullies you, and you can't wait for him to die."
"Well, it's because Ferris is a First Lieutenant, and I'm just a soldier. He probably thinks that I can become Young Master Berroumebé's follower with him, so he doesn't like me." Tanner shrugged, and his eyes quietly observed Berroumebé.
He knew Berroumebé's personality very well, and he knew that this sentence could touch his reverse scale. Sure enough, Berroumebé's face turned gloomy in the next moment: "That bastard Ferris is dead, so be it. He didn't hate you because he was chosen to be my follower, but because he felt that it was a disgrace for a First Lieutenant to be my follower. Hmph, he thinks that I don't know what he's thinking, hmph, hmph, I know very well, so I just want to disgust him to death."
Tanner didn't reply, and instead waited for Berroumebé to finish venting before continuing: "Some officers think too highly of themselves. Don't they know that Young Master Berroumebé is the master of Navy Branch 153?"
Berroumebé's expression eased a little, and he didn't want to continue the topic. He ordered his men to bring over the domesticated wolfhound and grinned: "These little bastards are still more obedient. Let's go, we'll have some fun in the town."
Tanner's arm trembled slightly as he took the rope, and there were a few fierce teeth marks on his exposed arm. He looked at the wolfhound with an almost imperceptible hatred.
"Young Master Berroumebé, since First Lieutenant Ferris is missing, why don't we find someone else to replace him?" Tanner suddenly suggested.
"Hmm?" Berroumebé looked at Tanner's lonely figure behind him, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was used to having two followers, and it was a little awkward to lose one.
"Oh, that's fine. Who should we find to replace him?"
In the past, Tanner wouldn't say anything because he knew that Berroumebé wasn't actually asking anyone else. He was just talking to himself out of habit, and soon the other side would give the answer himself.
However, today, he braced himself and interjected: "It's better to find a new recruit. Compared to those veterans, the new recruit will be more obedient."
Berroumebé turned his head and looked at Tanner. Tanner was a little nervous. This was the first task given to him by the Freemasonry, to let a new recruit become Berroumebé's follower.
He didn't know what the Freemasonry's intention was, and he didn't know what was so special about the new recruit. He only knew that he couldn't let the Freemasonry down.
"Marine recruit?"
Bellu Meibo looked at Tanner and felt that Tanner was a lot more talkative than usual, but he didn't think too much about it. Instead, he waved his hand casually and said, "That's fine too. Go and pick a recruit that's pleasing to the eye."
"Okay, Young Master Berroumebé."
Tanner breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and immediately ran towards the field.
At this moment, Lieutenant Senjerry had just been arrested, and the Marine recruits he recruited were still gathered in the same place. They were dumbfounded and hadn't recovered from the shock yet.
Tanner ran over and stood still. His eyes slightly scanned the faces of the recruits, and at the same time, he hurriedly asked: "Who is Yarlin?"
Yarlin noticed Berroumebé and Tanner at the gate of the base from the beginning. When Tanner turned around and ran over, the corners of his mouth gently curled up and he walked out from the ranks of the recruits.
"Is it you?"
Tanner looked at Yarlin who was walking out.
Yarlin had a faint smile on his face. The moment he passed by Tanner, a low and familiar voice entered his ears: "It's me, you did a good job!"
Tanner felt as if he was struck by lightning. His whole body seemed to be nailed to the ground. He looked at Yarlin's face in disbelief, his eyes filled with fanaticism.
He recognized this voice!
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