Chapter 96
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"Looks like I've underestimated this young master. Berroumebé actually managed to pull off such a big move without anyone noticing. So, you and those newly recruited marines are all …?" Satoni probed.
"That's right. Young master Berroumebé has subdued quite a number of people in Shields over the past few years." Yarlin sneered. "Young master Berroumebé wanted to show off his achievements to Colonel Monca. Unfortunately, his plan met with a setback right from the start."
Yarlin paused for a moment before his voice suddenly turned gloomy. "Who would've thought that not long after completing a deal with Lieutenant Colonel Satoni, the corpses would be hung up on that wooden frame? Lieutenant Colonel Satoni's reputation is truly eye-opening."
"Colonel Monca's order to hang them up there." Satoni naturally wouldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. He stubbornly insisted. "First Lieutenant Senjerry is the murderer. Young master Berroumebé must've been deceived by him."
"Someone else killed those officers. We already have some clues. Forget it … Young master Berroumebé doesn't intend to pursue this matter. After all, compared to using the dead First Lieutenant Senjerry, it's a better deal to exchange it for Lieutenant Colonel Satoni's friendship." Yarlin spoke as if he was Berroumebé's spokesperson. "First Lieutenant Senjerry's rank and position will be transferred to Young master Berroumebé. We can treat it as if nothing happened, and Young master Berroumebé will continue to hide it from Colonel Monca for you."
If Yarlin was fighting for his own benefit, then Satoni might still have some doubts. However, since he was clearly fighting for Berroumebé's benefit, the last trace of doubt in his heart was dispelled. He completely believed Yarlin's words.
Satoni muttered to himself. He naturally wasn't foolish enough to think that Yarlin was only making a suggestion. It was more of a threat. The outcome would depend on his answer.
"You said you already have some clues about the real culprit?" Satoni rubbed his palms, his eyes flashing as he asked.
"Lieutenant Colonel Satoni sure is greedy." Yarlin seemed to have expected this and sneered. He then took out a mask covered in strange patterns and threw it on the table. "The clue is on this mask."
"What do you mean?" Lieutenant colonel Satoni picked up the mask and gently slid his finger across it. Apart from the strange patterns on the mask, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
"So, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni agrees with my proposal."
"Since Berroumebé has already become a Marine of the 153rd Naval Branch, there is no point in me stopping him. Instead, it is fortunate that some of the positions of the officers need to be filled. No one will object to Berroumebé's words." Satoni gritted his teeth and agreed. He could only brace himself and communicate with Colonel Monca to solve the problem.
Yarlin looked at Satoni and squeezed out a smile. "Lieutenant Colonel Satoni, when you have time, you should pay more attention to the basic Marine soldiers. An organization called the Freemasonry has appeared among them. All the members are wearing strange masks. The culprit you are looking for is hidden in their organization."
Without waiting for Satoni to respond, Yarlin continued in a sinister tone. "In Naval Branch 153, there is actually an organization that rebelled against Colonel Monca. I guess if this matter is exposed, Lieutenant Colonel Satoni's crime may not be any less than the crime you planted on Lieutenant Senjerry."
Satoni almost subconsciously followed Yarlin's gaze and looked out the window. From his angle, Lieutenant Senjerry's tragic death was abnormally eye-catching.
"I hope Lieutenant Colonel Satoni can fulfill his promise to Young Master Berroumebé as soon as possible." Yarlin said coldly. "And eradicate this evil organization as soon as possible."
It wasn't until Yarlin left that Satoni seemed to slowly come back to his senses. He suddenly sat up and paced back and forth in the office. Then he stared at the mask on the table with frightened eyes.
A few minutes later.
The lieutenant colonel appeared in Lieutenant Colonel Satoni's office. After being yelled at, he picked up the mask and hurriedly left. That night, he came to Satoni's room with a pale face and took out the mask from his arms. Along with the mask, he took out a few other strange masks.
"These were found in some hidden corners by the soldiers when they were searching for Second Lieutenant Kona's body last time. However, at that time, no one took it too seriously and ignored it." The lieutenant colonel's voice became softer and softer. He swallowed his saliva. "But just these masks alone can't prove that what Berroumebé said is true."
Satoni didn't mention Yarlin because Yarlin was acting as Berroumebé's "mouthpiece".
"Berroumebé didn't have to fabricate such a lie. So, it should really exist." Satoni was wearing loose pajamas. His face was extremely ugly. "If such a rebellious organization exists, then the reason to kill those officers is completely found. Then, their goal is only to kill some officers. Don't you feel a chill down your spine?"
"Then it's not a personal grudge. We guessed wrong from the beginning. I'm afraid there's more than one murderer. Then, you, me, and even Colonel Monca might be on the list of murderers." The more Satoni thought about it, the more he felt a chill in his heart. "And most importantly, we can't be sure which Marine around you can trust, and which Marine joined this organization and wanted to kill you."
The lieutenant colonel felt a chill down his spine. He was frightened by Satoni's idea. He trembled. "No, it can't be."
"This is the worst case scenario." Satoni said fiercely. "Where did you find these masks?"
"Because they didn't pay attention at the time, the Marines who were searching can't remember." The lieutenant colonel was also ashamed of his incompetence. Now, what was even more frightening was that they had to hide their incompetence from Colonel Monca. So, they couldn't investigate and search with great fanfare.
In the middle of the field, Senjiri's body was still hanging in the night. It was like a cocoon they weaved to bind themselves in, slowly tightening the rope around their necks.
Satoni spent the whole afternoon and night thinking. He naturally knew his current predicament. He seemed to have a premonition that the danger was approaching in the dark.
"In short, I don't care what method you use. Under the condition that Colonel Monca is not alerted, you must uncover this organization." Satoni's eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
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