"So all of this was First Lieutenant Senjerry's revenge for his personal anger?" Monca had his back to Satoni as he looked at the spacious field on the top floor through the window. He felt that if he built a statue of himself there, then the entire Navy Branch 153 would crawl under his shadow.
"Yes, the stupid Lieutenant Senjerry didn't realize that his actions seriously challenged the authority of Colonel Monca. He has now realized this and is repenting in fear." Satoni understood what Colonel Monca was concerned about, so he added.
"Just repenting is far from enough." Monca's voice was as cold as ice.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. After getting permission, the person came in and reported loudly. "Lieutenant Senjerry committed suicide by biting his tongue."
"Dead?" Satoni was shocked, then his face changed as he gritted his teeth and said to Colonel Monca. "Lieutenant Senjerry must have realized the mistake he made in the end …"
Colonel Monca turned around and looked down at Satoni. His metal chin was engraved with the mark of the Navy. His voice was as ruthless as the sea that swallowed everything. It was as if the air in the room was dyed with a thick smell of blood. "He thought he could escape my punishment by dying? Humph ~ Satoni, go order people to erect a cross in the middle of the field. Nail Senjerry's body on it. Let it dry under the sun and let it be eaten by flies … I want the Marines of 153 Branch to know the consequences of violating the rules and provoking me, Colonel Monca. "
Satoni took a deep breath and felt a chill in his heart. Colonel Monca's brutality had refreshed his bottom line.
"Satoni, I've always been satisfied with the way you do things. The only thing is that sometimes you're a little benevolent. You have to understand that only by making everyone live in fear of me will this naval base, this town of Shields, follow my will and carefully maintain its operations. There will be no more mistakes like Lieutenant Senjerry's."
"Only fear that comes from the marrow, a fear that even death can't stop, will bring me power that no one dares to defy." Monca's tone was resolute and unquestionable.
Satoni felt a chill in his teeth. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and replied. "Understood. I'll do it right away."
Inexplicably, Satoni felt a chill in his heart. He realized that Colonel Monca's brutality was far above his expectations. Since Colonel Monca could give such a cruel punishment to a dead Marine, then what if one day he, Satoni, did something that Colonel Monca was dissatisfied with …
He suddenly felt a chill in his heart. After returning to the interrogation room, he glanced at Lieutenant Senjerry and gave the order.
"Isn't this a little too much?"
"This is Colonel Monca's order!"
Satoni blocked the Lieutenant Commander's words with a single sentence. Then, he said in a sinister tone, "We must find the real culprit as soon as possible and put a perfect end to this matter. Otherwise, Colonel Monca will realize that we lied to him. You've seen what happened to Lieutenant Senjerry."
The Lieutenant Commander shuddered and nodded vigorously.
… ….
Recruitment office.
Berroumebé frowned as he stared inside. The smell of bad paint still lingered in his nose. He looked at Yarlin with a puzzled expression.
Qinie saw Berroumebé for the first time. He stared at Yarlin with a suspicious expression. He had been staying in the recruitment office for the past few days. He didn't even go back to the Naval Branch base, so he didn't know what happened in the base.
"Lieutenant Senjerry should have left the rest of the recruitment forms with you." Yarlin said to Qinie. "Give me one."
"What do you want this for?" Qinie didn't understand how Yarlin got to Berroumebé's side in such a short time. He quietly glanced at Berroumebé's impatient face. He didn't have the courage to make Yarlin angry, so he unhappily took out a recruitment form and handed it to Yarlin.
Yarlin took it and handed it to Berroumebé. "If you want people to really fear you, either you have to have the power to make people fear you, or you have to have the power to make people fear you. For example, Colonel Monca rules Navy Branch 153. The people of Shields town fear Colonel Monca because they fear the more than 700 Marines under the command of 153 Branch. Or you have to have the power to make people fear you. For example, after filling out this form, you will become a real Marine and wear this coat."
Yarlin pointed to the Marine uniform on his body. "This coat itself has the power. Wearing it means you are a Marine, and the word Marine itself symbolizes power … As far as I know, Master Berroumebé, you are not a Marine yet, right?"
Berroumebé's mind was immersed in bad memories. He was eager to join the Marine, but he once asked Colonel Monca to join the Marine, but he didn't get any response. So when he asked Lieutenant Colonel Satoni to join the Marine, it was naturally impossible for him to get approval.
He remembered very clearly that at that time, Colonel Monca looked at him with disgust, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage. That scene deeply hurt his self-esteem, so much so that he didn't dare to recall that scene, let alone question Colonel Monca. The fear buried deep in his heart made him choose to forget.
Until …
Berroumebé subconsciously stretched out his hand, then his five fingers stiffened in the air and trembled. He lost his voice. "Become a Marine? I … Can I? "
"Why not?" Yarlin keenly caught the other side saying "can you?" instead of "do you want to?" The meaning behind these words was intriguing.
"My father … Colonel Monca, he … In short, he won't get approval." Berroumebé's expression was very anxious, but he didn't want to say more, or maybe he didn't understand.
But Yarlin could naturally hear the meaning behind it, and from the other side's change of words, this subconscious reaction was the most obvious problem. The father and son relationship between Berroumebé and Colonel Monca seemed to be somewhat estranged.
"How can that be? It has already been approved! " Yarlin shook the recruitment form, the paper producing a crisp sound in the air. The red stamp pierced Berroumebé's peripheral vision. "Lieutenant Colonel Satoni has already approved it. You only need to fill in your name, and Berroumebé, you can become a Marine!"
Berroumebé's pupils reflected the scarlet luster. Suddenly, he clenched his teeth and took the recruitment form. A strange malevolence surfaced on his face as he questioned Yarlin. "I only need to fill in my name to pass, right?"
"Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni stamped it himself. Do you think he dares to tear it up?" Yarlin stared at Berroumebé as he filled in his name. As the name was written, he could feel his relationship with the other party rapidly growing closer. The corner of his mouth hooked up. Berroumebé was the most important character in his next plan. He had to put in some effort to make Berroumebé wear the clothes he knitted and act out the role well in the script.
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