I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

Clara picked up the wine glass and handed the glass of wine that he had not touched to the direction of Sith.

"Major Sith should be very clear about the joint forces, right?"

Sith raised his eyebrows. He knew. What did he know? He was just an unlucky boy who had just come out of his hometown in the countryside of Xihai. How could he know so many inside stories?

If he knew, wouldn't his IQ be the same as that of the big shots in the World Government?

Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, was someone calling him stupid?

Sith glanced at Clara rather resentfully, and drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp like a big bowl of tea.

"Sorry, I don't know anything, and I don't want to know anything. I just know that you will be my adjutant. Okay, that's enough."

Clara paused and narrowed her eyes,

"Major Sith, what you said makes me feel very unsure. I always suspect that you will find an opportunity to feed me to the Neptune species."

Sith frowned.

This guy seems to know a lot about it. It would be a pity to just take him to fish for sea kings. He still has to find some help from two pirates.

He had thought about the press release and called the prosecutor of Judiciary Island. Clara, the commander of the joint forces, died heroically, and Lieutenant Commander Sith killed the pirates with tears, wiped out forty dens, and avenged his friends. It was really a song and a pity.

Tsk tsk, if he hadn't been drafted by Victor to join the navy and devoted himself to the journalism industry, he might not have had anything to do with that idiot like News King Morgans.

"Major Sith, you don't want to find two pirates to kill me, do you?" Clara looked at Sith and suddenly said something faintly.

"Haha, how could it be?" Sith smiled at him guiltily, poured the wine, and clinked glasses, "Clara, don't think too much, you are my beloved lieutenant, how could I find him?" Are these two pirates going to kill you?"

"Haha, Major Sis, I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. A naval lieutenant commander and a judicial island adjutant are determined by the higher-ups. If anything happens to me, the higher-ups will hold me accountable."

Clara took a sip of wine, sat on the sofa and leaned over, arched her eyebrows, and said with a fake smile,

"Besides, on this island, I am the only one suitable to be your adjutant."

"How to say?"

Now that Clara had seen through it all, Sith was too lazy to pretend and collapsed on the sofa, stretching.

Clara's face straightened, "Major Sith, I have read your resume. You joined the Navy four years ago. You are considered an old Navy man. You have a characteristic in your behavior, that is, in all the battles you participated in, the Navy There are very few prisoners, which was fine four years ago, especially in the past two years."

"So?" Sith narrowed his eyes.

Clara grinned and put the wine glass back on the table.

"Major Sis, our Judiciary Island is different from the Navy. Most of us here are literati. They may have practiced physical skills for a few days, and some of them can still fight, but they are still literati at heart.

Literary people have a common problem, that is, they like to be merciful when they shouldn't be merciful, but I am different. I have seen pirates kill people, and my heart is cruel enough. On this No. 1 Island, I am the only one who will not hold you back. "

"No, no, no, Lady Clara, I, Sith, am a poet. Wouldn't it be good to have a literary adjutant?" Sith raised his eyebrows and also pressed his face against her.

Clara’s face stiffened and she turned her head away.

"What do you mean? Don't you believe that my Sith is a poet?"

"Ahem, no, I just choked on drinking."

"You didn't drink just now."

"Okay, no matter what, I am your best choice for Sith now." As soon as she slapped the table, Clara turned her head back impatiently.

Sith pinched his face and tightened his buttocks. What a wolfish statement.

"Sorry, I like women."

"Hey, what do you mean? I also like women. I have a fiancée, okay?"

"You? Fiancée?" Sis looked at Clara back and forth several times, and patted Clara on the shoulder with a look of pity, "Don't worry, my neighbor's little sister also said she wanted to do it when she was seven or eight years old. My bride, there is no shame in being liberal."

Clara sat there, stunned for a while, and finally reacted, pointing at Sith and said:

"Jealousy, you are nakedly jealous!"

"Are you kidding me? Jealousy, I will be jealous of you? I'm so handsome, can't I easily find a fiancée? Besides, do you really have a fiancée?" Sith squinted and smiled, looking at Clara provocatively. He raised his eyebrows.

"You actually don't believe it. Just wait. Today, no, I'm giving you an advantage today. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will only show you my fiancée. I just ask you not to be too surprised. After all, she is so beautiful." Clara He drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, showed his big gold teeth, and sneered at Sith.

"Really? Then I really want to see who is so ignorant."

"Oh, my outfit is called avant-garde, you are a country bumpkin who can't appreciate it."

……

The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, there were still stars outside the island. Clara was sleeping on the bed, with her gold teeth exposed and her breasts exposed. She was fast asleep. Sis changed her clothes and walked out of the house.

The lighthouse in the distance was flashing, patrolling soldiers came and went, and the island seemed a little quiet in the early morning.

"Major Sith, are you going to the Four Islands?" Nat showed no expression on his face as he suddenly appeared behind Sith and said hello.

Sis shuddered. Based on his perception, he didn't even notice Nat coming to him. This training camp island is really full of crouching dragons and hidden tigers. Even the safest island has such masters. The key is that this master is still A little soldier, I don't dare to think, I don't dare to think.

nodded,

"The training camp requires me to arrive at four o'clock."

"Do you need me to accompany you there?"

"No need, I can do it myself." Sith waved his hand and smiled gently at Nat.

Nat nodded, "Then I won't disturb you. Your boat has been tied to the shore for you."

After saying that, the two of them split into two groups in front of the lighthouse. Sith glanced at Nat's back and found something pleasing to his eye. The key was that he was still a soldier and he wanted to poach him if possible.

"Hey, Sith, what are you still dawdling about? Come here quickly." Just when Sith was dazed, a deep voice suddenly came from the shore and shouted to him.

Sis narrowed his eyes.

"Teacher Zefa?"

Running hurriedly all the way,

"Teacher Zefa, why are you here? Didn't you go back to Island No. 4 last night?"

Zefa bit his cigar and blew out a smoke ring, "Let's go, why should I leave? If I left last night, wouldn't I have to row the boat by myself?"

Sisi was speechless. Teacher Zefa was right. Since you could have sex with him for free, why would you do it yourself? Two words, smart.

Zefa got on the boat very skillfully and patted the seat beside the oar. "What are you still doing? Come up and row!"