Pirate's Nest Order

There were chairs with red backrests placed next to the huge round table. The colonels from each branch base who arrived in sequence were sitting. Only the initiator, Colonel Mengka of the 153rd branch, did not appear. Instead, Yaerin stood in the center of the table.

Colonel Ricky of the 44th branch of the Navy, with a bald head and a scarred face, picked up a lighter and lit the cigar handed over by Forbigan, and glanced at Yarlin with a slightly hazy look; next to him sat Colonel Jones Dow, the chief of the 127th branch, Colonel Hooch, commander of the 195th Branch, and Colonel Dickner, commander of the 202nd Branch.

Yaerlin glanced over their faces one by one, and the corresponding names emerged in his heart. He got some extremely limited information about these people from Lipa, but they were all brief and not necessarily true or accurate. Yarlin himself came to touch the judgment.

"If Mengka doesn't show up, why don't you find a second lieutenant to entertain us?" Ricky blew out a smoke ring deeply, crossed his legs and looked at Yaerlin with a sneer: "Returning to the Navy Club is simply whimsical."

Jones Road wore a flat hat and had a cunning face. He glanced at Ricky, then glanced at Arlin, smiling "haha" without saying a word.

"The name is quite deceiving." Hu Qi licked his lips and tapped the five fingers with gold rings on his right hand on the table. He asked: "But what are you planning to do? Since Mengka didn't come, what are you Well, Second Lieutenant Yaerlin should be able to explain it to me."

Dick, who was bald and bald, leaned back in his chair and yawned as if he wasn't very interested.

Hati recovered from the shock just now. At this moment, he was staring at Yaerlin with a gloomy expression. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Navy Club, it sounds very promising, but if you think about it carefully, It’s simply impossible.”

Fu Bigan was playing with the lighter in his hand, and there was a harmless smile on his chubby face. He looked at Yarlin with great interest, and he finally realized what was wrong with the second lieutenant.

It was too calm. Shouldn't a second lieutenant have an attitude of fear and awe when facing a colonel? But this second lieutenant Yaerlin's behavior was too plain. Behind the seeming politeness was an indifferent gaze, but in fact it was a condescending look down. .

None of the people here are idiots. They can naturally understand the value and prospects behind the "Navy Club" without the need for Yaerlin to point it out. However, after thinking about it for a moment after the initial shock, they can imagine how difficult it is to achieve. , let alone the 113 naval branches in the East China Sea, these people here may not be willing to gather at the same table next time.

"Navy Club, all members who join the club are navy, and its purpose is to connect everyone in the East China Sea and share resources and interests." Yaerlin was not angry, as if he was relaying what Mengka said. , repeating it as if it were a booklet.

"How to share resources and benefits?" Ha asked.

"The sea areas under the jurisdiction of each naval branch are all opened up, and maritime trade routes are interconnected. We don't need to be limited to our own territory, but to unite together." Yaerlin was stopped before he finished speaking. Ricky interrupted with a sneer.

"Together, why should we be together? I think it's good for everyone to take care of their own area." Ricky threw the cigarette butts on the ground and said very unceremoniously: "The conditions of the sea area under our jurisdiction are different. , some sites are big, some are small, it’s not very good to play by yourself behind closed doors, anyway, I am not willing to share with others, let alone suffer a loss or take advantage, first of all, I don’t feel comfortable.”

"What Ricky said makes sense, but it's not that he thinks this navy club is bad." Dickna echoed, "It's good to get together in multiple places once in a while to get in touch, but there's no need for other things."

Yaerlin looked at the several navy captains expressionlessly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "It is mainly for the interests of the navy as a whole. After all, there will inevitably be some friction and collision among the people here. The club's The purpose of existence is to hope that everyone can sit at the same table calmly and solve the problem, instead of doing what our 153rd branch and 16th branch do and seem to have to distinguish between life and death."

When it came to the last four words "high, low, life and death", Yaerlin deliberately accentuated his nasal sound, seeming to be making a subtle reference to