Pirate Steel Frame

"I knew it. I knew it!"

Bermel shook her head helplessly. If Villian didn't make any moves, then she would feel that something was abnormal.

"Well, I guess you're not going to tell me what you're going to do, are you?"

Bermel asked tentatively. She only hoped that Villian would not go too far. Now that they are the navy, they can no longer do things as they did before.

They are now burdened with heavy responsibilities. The word "justice" will make people mature and stable.

"Of course, but this Sergeant Mouth gave me a pretty good idea. He said that he has a way to hide me in the warship in advance so that I can go with him."

Villian still had a smile on his face. He was indeed the sunny and handsome type, especially when he smiled, his eyes were squinted, and he looked like a kind and good person.

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Sergeant Mouth groaned in his heart, and Mouth sensed that something was wrong when Villian called out "Sister Belmer". This "academic soldier" seemed to have a backer!

"Huh? Mouth, is there such a thing?"

Belmer was smoking a cigarette, and looked at the increasingly obscene "mouse" Mose, her heroic face was already filled with evil spirits.

"Second Lieutenant Bermer! I'm just kidding!"

Being looked at by Bermel like this, Mauston was so frightened that he was sweating profusely.

Although he is not a sailor who directly belongs to Bermer, for the goddess of the "16th Branch of the Navy", Mouth, who has been in the 16th Branch for four years, naturally will not be ignorant, and it is precisely because of his understanding that he can Fear.

Lieutenant Bermer, who is bold and brave in battle, can stand out in the male-dominated navy. Naturally, she has two brushes. She got her position because of her daring and hard work. No one dared to underestimate her.

And strong strength, coupled with a good character and a heroic face, made Bermer very popular in the "Navy 16th Branch", and Mouth did not dare to offend Bermer.

"Are you kidding?! Is this something that can be joked?!"

Bermer walked up to "Mouse" Mouth with her long legs. She asked very severely. She was taller than "Mice" Mouth. Under her reprimand, she shrank her head. Sergeant Mouth looked even more stooped.

"Sorry! Sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Maos kept nodding and bending over, with a very "craftsman spirit" appearance, and he could be said to be quick to recognize mistakes.

"How did the last assigned comrade die, don't tell me you don't know, Sergeant Mouth."

Belmer took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled it. Her expression was serious, which made Mouth tremble.

"Moss! You actually want to do this kind of thing?! Do you want him to die?! Thanks for trusting you just now!"

Seeing the current situation, Sergeant Clay, who had just helped Mouth in the early days, immediately turned his back on him with righteous indignation.

Regarding Sergeant Clay's solidarity, Bermel just waved his hand, signaling Sergeant Clay to step aside and not to interrupt.

Sergeant Clay immediately followed his orders. He and his five sailors were all sailors directly under Bermer, so it was only natural that Bermer's orders were followed.

"Sergeant Mouth, I don't care what your purpose is for doing this, and I have no way to punish you for this sentence, but don't let me know there will be a next time."

Bermel stared at Mouth. She didn't have a bad impression of Mouth before. She was nothing more than a sailor who was good at drilling camps, and she had nothing to do with her.

But now, Mouth has been labeled a "little person" by her. If this guy can do such a thing, he must not be on the same side as her. If Bermer is not in the navy now, she would have gone up to Mouth a long time ago. Pain flattened.

"I promise, I promise! Absolutely not!"

Sergeant Mouth breathed a sigh of relief, and he hastily made an assurance.

This result is completely acceptable to Mouth. Although he just verbally said something that shouldn't be said, if Bermel insists on pursuing his problem, it will also make him suffer.

Belmel ignored the swearing mouth, but embraced Villian with one arm, and left with Villian shoulder to shoulder.

It can be seen that the arrival of Villian, a fellow countryman and his younger brother, made Bermer feel very happy.

Although the age difference between the two is almost five years old, they were the most compatible when they were in Kekeyasi Village. After all, there are not many children who are as annoying as the two of them.

Now that we meet again after four or five years, Bermer has a lot of questions he wants to ask Villian, especially how he transformed into a "naval school graduate".

Of course, Villian had to be arranged before he had time to ask questions.

Bermer brought Villian to the boys' dormitory of the 16th Branch. Although Villian was a sergeant, he was not yet qualified to wear the Navy's cloak of justice, and he was obviously not that big to have his own independent dormitory.

Of course, as a sergeant, he was the second highest "military rank" among them after he joined Second Lieutenant Bermer, so he didn't have to huddle with ordinary sailors.

"Sergeant Clay, after returning from this mission, Villian will take over as the squad leader of your squad. You should familiarize him with him first."

In Room 101 on the first floor of the dormitory building, Villian and Sergeant Clay looked at each other, while Bermer was very relaxed.

"Yes, sir."

Although he had mixed feelings in his heart, Sergeant Clay saluted and accepted it. Although Villian was an "academic soldier" it was true, but he was fighting with their squad, and he had already seen Villian's strength just now.

"It just so happened that the squad leader of Squad 1 had a hand cut off in the last battle, and he just retired with an honorary injury not long ago. You are here, and you can just take over the position he left behind."

Bermel explained to Villian that this made Villian a little embarrassed, because he was really a little sentimental.

Villian thought that Bermer was special, and picked Clay and his sailors who had fought against him.

"Let's get to know each other formally. I'm Clay, the deputy monitor of Class One."

After Bermel finished speaking, Sergeant Clay came directly to Villian and extended his hand to him.

"Villian Crow, Sergeant."

Villian reached out his hand not to hit the smiling man, and communicated kindly with Sergeant Clay. With Sergeant Clay as the "interesting" deputy squad leader, and those sailors who had fought against him, he wanted to lead the squad well. It's much easier, at least the stabbing head has to weigh his own strength first.

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