Pirates: Join the navy and I will overturn the world

Andrew Carlyle frowned.

It felt like a black pot fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head.

Andrew sighed and tragically dialed the phone number of the Warring States Marshal to truthfully report everything that happened.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

Andrew's face was ashen as he prepared for the coming storm.

"Very well, eradicating evil is what the navy should do.

Suddenly, Warring States' voice came into his ears, and for a moment, Andrew had the illusion that he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

Andrew composed himself and listened to Warring States continue.

"Noah did a good job. He not only carried out his own justice, but also demonstrated the majesty of the navy. No sin can escape the sanction of justice. He did not disgrace the navy. Well done!"

"...!"

You are the Warring States Period, you can't be an imposter, right?

This is not what you said to me before!

One day, with the knife in hand, I can kill all the double-standard dogs in the world!

Andrew was vomiting crazily in his mind, and at the same time, he thought of a tabloid he had read before.

It dawned on me.

No wonder he was called a grandson and Noah was praised as a "grandson"!

You two are biological grandfathers and grandsons, but I am an outsider!

Andrew felt unfair about his fate. He covered his heart and said in a deep voice.

"Marshal of the Warring States Period, you are right!"

"Well, Noah has made a great contribution this time. When he returns to the base, you tell him to return to the Navy headquarters immediately. I will personally award him the medal."

"Marshal of the Warring States Period, you are right!"

......

Andrew had no idea how to end the call.

He slumped in the big chair, staring at the ceiling blankly.It kept echoing in my mind.

"Honestly honor him."

The major general who was less than 18 years old made Andrew so jealous that he almost broke up with him.

Secretly sighing "Reincarnation is really a technical job"!

On the other side, the Navy Headquarters.

Sengoku hung up the call and sighed.

"You are young and energetic, but you are still too young! The "Slave Catching Group" is no more than a disease like scabies."

Recalling Noah to the headquarters with a medal is a kind of protection for him.

Warring States shook his head and continued to immerse himself in the mountains of documents.

......

night!

The dark and deep passage is lined with cages of different sizes, containing slaves of various races.

Among them was an old man with silver beard and hair, glasses, and a straight scar on his right eye.

The old man was relaxed and sound asleep, in sharp contrast to the other slaves.

The guard walked through the corridor and came to a door. He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when he heard curses coming from inside the house.

"It's these things again, they're all a bunch of useless trash!"

The guard shrank his neck and looked at the information in his hand again.

He swallowed hard and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

An impatient voice in the room responded.

The room was brightly lit, and Disco casually threw the slave information in his hand on the table.

He leaned on the seat and asked the guards who came in, assuming the posture of a superior.

"How are things going? Isn't the Navy already in dire straits?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very sure.

It is not difficult to hear Disco's pride in his strategy in his words.

"No...no."

The guard lowered his head, not daring to look at Disco.

boom!

Disco took off.

"Trash, those guys are really rubbish, they can't even handle such a small thing. Let them increase their efforts, kill more people, and create panic!"

"He...they may not be able to do it..."

The guard murmured for a long time, and finally handed the information in his hand to Disco, then retreated to the corner and stood at attention.

Disco noticed something was wrong and took the information at a glance.

thump.

Disco fell back into his seat, feeling a little lost.

The annihilation of the "slave-catching group" was not a big deal to him.

As long as the slave trade exists for one day, the "slave-catching groups" are like leeks in the field. If you cut one stalk, another one will grow immediately.

What really scares Disco is the attitude of the Navy.

With his mind spinning, Disco cheered up: "Immediately send an invitation to Saint Charlos and tell him that rare species will appear in this auction."

"But..."

"Do as I say!"

Disco looked crazy, and the guards had no choice but to retreat.

The guard thought that Disco must be crazy. He could imagine the consequences of deceiving the Tianlong people with his butt.

"Noah Saavedra, you forced me!"

Disco had a sinister look on his face.

......

A sneeze!

Noah, who was in Andrew's office at the naval base, sneezed several times in succession.

"Brother Noah, you can't just catch criminals, you have to pay attention to your health. Take your time and get more rest!"

Major General Andrew had a profound reminder.

You should take away your magical powers, I can't stand your troubles!

"It's okay. Someone must be saying that I'm handsome behind my back. I'm used to it."

Noah waved his hand, not taking it seriously.

"Heh...hehe, really?"

Andrew clutched his chest and forced a smile.

"Brother Andrew, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, my liver hurts a little!"

"Your liver hurts, so why are you holding your chest?"

"It's so deep in my heart!"

"You are so angry and attacking your heart. Brother Andrew, you have to learn to regulate your emotions as you get older."

"..."

Why do you think I got angry? !

No, it hurts even more!

Andrew made up his mind to quickly send away the plague god in front of him, so he spoke.

"Brother Noah, this is your investiture ceremony. I'm sorry that due to my responsibilities, I am unable to attend the ceremony in person. I would like to congratulate my brother on his promotion. I'd better rush back to the headquarters as soon as possible and don't miss the time."

......

Navy Headquarters.

A special investiture ceremony for Noah was held here today.

“In view of Noah Saavedra’s recent outstanding performance, the Navy Headquarters has decided to award Noah the rank of Major General!

I hope he can continue his efforts and make greater contributions to justice! "

Warring States took out a pair of epaulettes and put them on for Noah himself, stroking his braided beard with satisfaction.

There was a sea of ​​people under the awarding stage, gathering in twos and threes and whispering.

Although the 17-year-old rear admiral is not unprecedented, it is also rare in naval history.

Therefore, as long as the officers and soldiers at the headquarters basically came over.

"The Warring States Period wants to train Noah into a great future!"

Crane looked at the scene in front of him and smiled.

"I think it's good, Noah has this potential."

Zefa looked at Noah on the stage, as if he was seeing himself in his youth, as high-spirited as ever.

"Little Noah is really capable. Maybe he will surpass me in position soon!"

Gion said with a smile.

The lieutenant generals and major generals who gathered with them also nodded in approval.

Although the man on the stage is young, his achievements can only be matched by some veteran lieutenant generals.

Listening to the words of Lieutenant General Tsuru and Instructor Zefa, Noah is obviously the successor to Gion and Kake.

Another strong candidate for generalship. Anyone who is not a fool will not jump out to sing the opposite at this time.

On the awarding stage, the Warring States Marshal stepped down first, leaving the stage to Noah alone.

The awarding speech begins!