The pedestrians on the street avoided them. Berroumebé walked forward with his hands outstretched to lead the dog. Yarlin followed behind with an expressionless face. Tanner took half a step back, suppressing the excitement in his heart. His eyes quietly glanced at Yarlin's back.
"Yarlin, you just joined the Navy not long ago, right?" Berroumebé handed the rope to Yarlin. The dog bared its teeth and growled. Its green eyes flashed with a ferocious light, as if it would pounce at any moment.
Tanner's expression slightly changed. His body involuntarily leaned forward, wanting to block in front of Yarlin. Yarlin took the rope and gently took half a step forward. His half-squinted eyes revealed a cold murderous intent.
The dog's ears shrank, and its waist bent back. Its animal instinct made it aware of the danger of the creature in front of it. Its ferocious expression immediately disappeared, and it obediently lay on the ground.
"Sark has always hated strangers, but this time it was so obedient and let you hold the rope. How did you do it?" Berroumebé looked at Yarlin with interest.
"It's just an animal. How can it know how to listen to people? As long as it knows fear, that's enough." Yarlin gently held the rope in his hand and looked at Berroumebé.
Berroumebé pondered over the meaning of Yarlin's words. He felt that it was very reasonable. He looked at the obedient dog on the ground. Suddenly, he lost his interest. He stared at Yarlin with slight annoyance and said coldly: "You've got guts."
Yarlin looked at Berroumebé. In fact, he was using slightly out of line words to make his first contact and test him. He needed to leave a deep impression on Berroumebé in the shortest time possible. At the same time, he also needed to observe whether the character of the son of Colonel Monca was as violent as the rumors said.
"I'm just telling the truth!" Yarlin's face showed a trace of doubt, but his expression was still very indifferent.
"A recruit who doesn't know how to talk!" Berroumebé stared at Yarlin's expression. His narrow eyes slightly drooped as if he was about to get angry.
"Young master Berroumebé, do you want people to be afraid of you?" Yarlin pointed at the cowering pedestrians in the town and asked: "Like those people?"
Tanner's back was sweating. He wanted to remind Yarlin that this would anger Berroumebé, but he felt that everything Yarlin did must have a deeper meaning, so he didn't dare to rashly interrupt.
Berroumebé swept his gaze over and glared fiercely at one of the pedestrians. The person immediately screamed and ran away. Only then did he look at Yarlin proudly and say: "You're right, I like this feeling very much!"
Yarlin's face showed a look of pity. He looked at Berroumebé and replied very seriously: "Young master Berroumebé, you're wrong. They don't fear you!"
"No, they're very afraid …"
"They fear Navy Branch 153, they fear Colonel Monca, but … they don't fear you at all." Yarlin's tone didn't have a trace of mockery. Coupled with the flash of pity on his face and his indifferent and serious tone, all of this combined together inexplicably stabbed Berroumebé's fragile self-esteem.
The most infuriating thing was that Berroumebé didn't see the slightest hint of provocation on Yarlin's face. What the hell was with that serious and honest tone?
Yarlin's expression was as if he was just honestly correcting Berroumebé's mistake in his words, helping him recognize reality!
Bellu Mayber's temples throbbed with pain. He gritted his teeth as he stared at Ya Erlin, who was standing ramrod straight. His face was calm and indifferent. Bellu Mayber cursed in his heart, "Damn recruit. Is he an idiot?"
Words like idiot, fool, idiot, and other similar words appeared in Berroumebé's mind. He waved his hand in annoyance and said to Tanner: "Hurry up and send him back. Get someone smarter."
Against an idiot, you don't even know how to vent your anger. Then when Berroumebé took a deep breath, he heard this recruit suddenly say: "I can help young master Berroumebé, and let them truly know how to revere you!"
"What?" Berroumebé was stunned. He suspected that he was hearing things.
"Let them revere you not because of anything else, but because of you. Isn't this what young master Berroumebé wants?" Yarlin's face was still as calm as ever, but he was sneering in his heart.
"Eccentric personality, weak self-esteem hiding inferiority, unable to recognize reality, a brainless second generation official …" Yarlin had already pasted a series of labels on Berroumebé's slightly protruding forehead.
Tanner was stupefied!
"Ah?!" Berroumebé's mouth opened into the shape of a nest. The flat and narrow eyes on his sluggish face suddenly widened. The narrow and dark interrogation room, no matter which world it was in, seemed to have been carved out of the same mold. It was cold and gloomy.
Senjerry's hair was disheveled, and there were still bloodstains on his face. One of his arms was dislocated, and the other was shackled to a metal chair on the ground.
He squinted his swollen eyes and stared fiercely at the lieutenant. "You know it's not me. It can't be me. I'm innocent."
"No, you're the murderer. Lieutenant Colonel Satoni said you're the murderer, so you can only be the murderer." The lieutenant replied coldly: "Lieutenant Colonel Satoni asked me to pass on his apology. There's no other way. Colonel Monca needs a murderer, and after much consideration, we feel that you're the most suitable."
Senjerry gritted his sore teeth, and black blood flowed out from the corners of his lips. He said in despair and anger: "Have you ever considered what would happen if more officers died? If word of this reached Monca's ears, how would you explain it?"
"It's impossible for more officers to die!" A sinister smile appeared on the lieutenant's face: "We'll announce to the public that you're the murderer and that you've already been executed to lower the murderer's vigilance. However, we'll secretly set up sentries in the base. As long as the murderer dares to make a move, we'll catch him immediately … This is all Lieutenant Colonel Satoni's plan. So, your death is very valuable, hahaha!"
Hearing the ear-piercing laughter, Senjerry's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He roared madly, "B * stard, you f * cking scums. Let me see Lieutenant Colonel Sartoni. He will definitely change his mind. Let Lieutenant Colonel Sartoni see me. Let Lieutenant Colonel Sartoni see me …"
"It's too late. Lieutenant Colonel Satoni is reporting the results to Colonel Monca. He doesn't have time to see you. Also, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni specifically said that if Colonel Monca wants to see you, and you don't know how to talk, it'll be difficult. So …" The lieutenant colonel said to the two confidants behind him: "Cut off his tongue and make it look like he bit his tongue to commit suicide!"
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