Cold, shaking...

The moment he woke up, the cold wind pouring into the window made Colonel Heck sneeze suddenly. He stood up in a daze. Before he could figure out the situation, his forehead suddenly became cold.

The black muzzle hit his forehead.

"Yes, you are the best quality in this group of navy." A strange man's voice came.

Colonel Heck turned his head with difficulty, and then he could see clearly the current situation in the carriage.

The one who pressed his gun against him was a boy in black robe, with a expressionless expression on his pretty face. On the seat opposite the barbecue stove, a handsome blonde man was rubbing the ragdoll cat with a comfortable face in his arms, looking at him with a bit of joking gaze.

This guy was undoubtedly the one who spoke just now.

"Who are you? Pirates! Or train robbers?"

Heck stuttered a little, and he didn't dare to move his hands and feet. He could only sweep the rest of the car from the corner of his eyes. Soon, using the dim light, he found the group of followers he brought with him-

All these wastes were shocked in the explosion on the front of the motorcycle just now. They lay all over the floor against the wall panel on the northeast side, and have not yet woken up.

As for the uninvited guests opposite... there were four people in total. In addition to the obviously handsome blonde man and the boy in black robe who were obviously in charge, there was also a girl with a giant sword on her back, and a terrifying strong man who was five meters tall and could only bend over in the carriage.

Heck's eyes stayed on the strong man's muscle for two more seconds, and measured the power gap between the two sides in his heart. He felt more and more that this time was probably a bit of bad luck and a cold heart inside.

"Pirate? Train robber? Such random speculation is really rude, I don't like it."

The blonde handsome man's voice sounded again, and Heck hurriedly turned his gaze and saw the other party shook his head with disgust and said:

"We are all serious businessmen who live in the Red Clay Continent for the rest of the world. This time we came here just to talk to you about business with Colonel Heck."

Talk about business?

First stop the sea train, then break into the window like a group of robbers, pointing the gun at yourself...

Is there anyone who talks about business like this?

Colonel Heck wanted to question this, but the focus at the moment was obviously not this. He forced himself not to look at the gun, "Do you know my identity?"

"certainly."

Vito snapped his fingers with a smile, and the five-meter strong man standing bent down behind him immediately understood and stretched out his right arm to the side, like an eagle catching a chicken, lifted up the thin monkey man who had flattered Heck with his head.

"Basda Hake, born in the Great Hanglu Mogu Town in 1472, entered the Navy headquarters in 1493, and worked in civilian work for a long time. He was promoted to captain of the Navy headquarters in 1502. He then performed mediocrely, without promotion for six years, and had no hope of being promoted to the head office for the whole life."

Vito's voice rang slowly again. Heck was still looking at his follower's head uneasily. Listening to the familiar resume, his expression suddenly froze.

"Until early October 1508, last week, when you were 37 years old, you spent most of your savings to pass the checkpoint and successfully placed them in the 78th branch on the edge of the Great Way Road, becoming the naval colonel of the base, and are currently on your way to the post."

"What an ordinary and boring life, you can summarize it in just a few sentences."

Vito stroked the head of the ragdoll cat in his arms and chuckled, "But all the useful information is here, there should be nothing wrong with it, right, Colonel Heck?"

"You...who are you...the person you are! Why do you know so clearly about me!"

Heck was shocked, but he was holding on his face, shouting angrily, "Authorizing that he is a businessman, he dares to kidnap the dignified naval colonel. Do you know how big the crime is!"

“A little noisy.”

Vito frowned slightly, and the action of petting the cat in his hand was temporarily stopped. He glanced at the five-meter strong man standing beside him, "Setti, suppress the shock of the Colonel."

"Yes, Master."

The latter nodded, looked at Heck with an expressionless face, and suddenly exerted force with his right hand. The thin monkey man who was holding the head was suddenly awakened by severe pain. Before he could scream, his head suddenly exploded.

Bang!

The carriage suddenly seemed to have a paint shop, red and white scattered all over the ground, while the expression of the five-meter-strong man seemed to have pierced a balloon, and he threw the headless corpse into the corner of the carriage with a cold expression.

The splashed brain matter touched Vito's chest a little. He glanced down and just showed disgust, the ragdoll cat in his arms had already taken out the handkerchief from somewhere, and carefully raised the cat's claws to clean and wipe it.

"Ho...ho..."

Heck was about to continue to scold him, but when he saw this bloody and cruel scene, he was so scared that he took several steps back, like a rooster strangled his neck. He rumbled in his throat for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

Very good, it's much quieter now.

"Everyone said that they are here to discuss business, so it is better for Mr. Colonel not to mention the word kidnapping."

Vito was quite satisfied with the current atmosphere. He looked at Heck who was calmed down and smiled and said softly, "To show sincerity, I will introduce myself first. My name is Vito, Corleon Vito. I came from the wilderness of the Red Clay Continent, and lived in the deep mountains for twenty-six years."

"The reason I went to sea this time is nothing but to fulfill my dream since I was a child and become a naval soldier who represents justice."

He has a handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament. He has an inexplicable affinity when he smiles. If it weren't for the scattered brain and blood, in normal times, Heyke would have believed such nonsense.

"If you want to be... a navy, just go to a base to report directly? With your strength, as long as you get the favor of the senior management, it is very easy to enter the recruit camp of our headquarters, right?"

Heck swallowed, barely plucking his courage and asked, "Mr. Vito, I am just a small branch colonel, why do you have to make things difficult for me?"

"Hey, that's wrong. Although the official position of this branch is a little more watery, you are a colonel after all, how can you underestimate yourself?"

Vito picked up a cigarette, and a cat claw took the initiative to hand over the lighter. After igniting it, he took a sucking breath and said leisurely, "As for going to the recruit camp of our headquarters, this kind of thing is suitable for a 15 or 16-year-old boy. Unfortunately, I will be thirty in a few years. It is better for uncles to not go in and throw this person away."

Heck's throat rolled down, without rashly touching.

He could hear the subtext in this sentence. In addition to military merits and strength, the navy also depends on qualifications. He became a navy recruit at the age of thirty. Not to mention the general and lieutenant general, if he did not encounter a good opportunity, he would have to survive for ten or eight years if he did not encounter a good opportunity.

This guy thinks it's too slow to start...

"Then, what's the use of finding me...?"

After hesitating for a while, Heck still spoke in a stern voice, "Although I have been in Marinfan for more than ten years and know some people from the personnel department, I have always been a captain in the headquarters and I have no way to speak for you..."

"Who said we had to go to the headquarters to find a job?"

Vito interrupted him, and then pointed to the still unconscious followers in Heck's surprised gaze. "These people are all you are planning to take to the 78 branch to get a job and get a job so that you can help you gain a foothold in the base?"

"This...this..."

This is obviously something that cannot be discussed openly. Heck originally wanted to pass it over, but in Vito's seemingly calm eyes, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Yes."

Unlike the Navy Headquarters, which have strict and orderly management, many of the naval branches all over the world are in a state of high and far away. The chaos is more serious and has long been corrupted.

Dictatorship, collusion with pirates, reselling arms, privately increasing taxes, extorting people... and so on, nothing new under the sun.

In this case, being an empty salary is just the most common kind of bad habit. As the highest commander of a remote branch, it is as easy as transferring the positions of middle and lower-level officers who have been vacant due to death or retirement to the title of their confidants.

after all.

A branch officer is barely a sergeant in the headquarters. Marinfando's upper class is busy with affairs and will not ask about such trivial matters as the lower class.

Heck also had this idea, so when he took office, he not only called a few friends he met in his early years, but also brought a lover he met in an underground exchange.

"Sure enough, it seems that I did not find the wrong person."

In Hake's uneasy gaze, Vito stroked the cat in his arms and said softly, "Since that's the case, then what about your brothers, please lend me yours?"

"Mr. Vito was joking."

Heck couldn't figure out what Vito meant, so he could only laugh with him and said carefully, "My unscrupulous brothers, I can't do anything except eat, drink and play cards. In other words, I'm taking the gangsters for the sake of my loyalty, it's impossible to compare with your subordinates. What's the use of bringing you with me?"

"Living waste is of course useless."
Chapter completed!