Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 86 Freemasonry

There was trouble on his mouth, but there was not much worry on his face. Things had already happened, and complaining was of no use. Fortunately, I started thinking directly about how to deal with it.

It’s a basic operation to resist the death. It’s also necessary to maintain the recruit’s personnel by pretending to be ignorant. Just contact me. After all, everyone is a navy and not a pirate. The necessary discipline and truth still have to be talked about.

“Furthermore… this matter is not all bad, there is probably no place to borrow and use!” Yarlin wrung out the rag in his hand, his eyes flashed with insidious calculations.

Ordinary people may have panicked when encountering such an accident; excellent people will work hard to calm down, and will quickly think about how to destroy the corpse, cut off all clues and get out.

To cite a less appropriate analogy: the former is impulsive killing, after killing someone in a hurry, and then sitting in prison; the latter is a planned crime of murder, after killing people, they can systematically destroy the corpse. Then continue his normal life.

But in addition to these two, there is a more rare third kind of people. This kind of people are usually bold and cunning: they not only simply complete a murder crime, but also design to be deliberately exposed to the police at a certain period of time. In front of him, to achieve his more hidden and unknown plan.

And Yarlin obviously has to belong to this last category of people. He is not only thinking about how to destroy the corpses, but also thinking about how to extract the hidden benefits of this sudden accident and make reasonable use of them. This accident was used as a part of the future plan to advance the process and results he ultimately wanted.

This kind of person usually gets a unified pronoun in the long night history-the hero!

The most important thing right now is to dispose of the corpse. Yallin stared at the corpse that had been stiff and exposed the corpse spots and rancid smell.

Stripped off the navy uniform from the corpse, smashed the limbs of the corpse, curled it into a sack, and splashed paint on it. This is the half bucket of paint left after painting the recruiting office last time. He took it back with his hand. It can be used to mask the smell of corpses right now.

Tie the sack tightly, Yallin went out to buy a new lock in the town, and then waited in the house while it was dark, dug a deep hole under a tree behind the building and buried the sack in it. And stomped the dirt on top of the abnormal porcelain with your feet.

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The serial number 153&*……ce471 represents my code name in the 153 branch of the Navy. My name is Jonitz. I am 21 years old. I joined the Navy three years ago and am now a second-class soldier.

Things have to start about 10 days ago, oh, yes, I almost forgot to explain my own situation, I am a soldier directly under Lieutenant Fries, the so-called direct means probably refers to what he asked me to do. I have to do it, whether it’s my part as a navy or not.

After I complete the training of soldiers every day, I have to wait for him at any time, serve him with tea, pour water, clean up, and even run errands to buy cigarettes. It’s my own money. Lieutenant Fries will give me some Pele when I’m in a good mood. When I’m in a bad mood, I can only take the cigarette money as if I drew it out by myself.

The fact is that I am actually a person who has no addiction to cigarettes at all, and Lieutenant Fries is usually not in a good mood. He is a follower behind Master Belumeb.

Belumabe is the only son of Colonel Monka. Although I have never understood why Belumabe did not become a navy, this still can’t change Belumabe’s special presence in the entire 153 branch of the Navy. No one dares to offend this young master. , Even Lieutenant Fries could not disobey him, so he was fortunate enough to be favored by Master Belumeb and became a follower who followed him.

Of course, I think Lieutenant Fries is probably very reluctant. He finally climbed to the position of lieutenant, but it was not in order to be a dog for Master Belumeb.

As a result, my situation is very bad. Whenever Lieutenant Fries gets angry at Belumerb, he will sprinkle his anger on me for various reasons. He often beats and scolds, but I don’t know recently. For what reason, this frequency has gradually become higher, and there are more and more bruises and bruises on my body. I am really afraid that one day I will be accidentally beaten to death by him.

I have tried to resist, and I have tried to report to the higher officials, but everything fell to the ground, no one paid attention to it. I felt like I was in a barren darkness, with people coming and going with indifferent faces. No hand is willing to come over and pull me.

Numbness and despair suffocate me. I feel that every breath is burning my pain. I am angry and resentful. I want to kill Lieutenant Fries. However, I am a coward again…every time when I am When I thought I had plucked up the courage, and finally when I really faced him, coldness and fear woke me up again. What if I kill him? Will freedom and happiness greet me?

No, it will only be a cold execution, so since it’s all dead, why should I resist? Maybe one day Lieutenant Fries will find out with his own conscience, and then let me go? No matter how bad, as long as the frequency of beating me can be slowed down, I can survive after all.

I hypnotized myself like this, but in the deepest part of my heart, I prayed bitterly for a god or a devil to hear my prayers to save me, or to liberate me.

Then, ten days ago, the destiny began to change. It was so quiet and inadvertently that I didn’t gradually realize until now that God has really come.

This is a dimly lit room, similar to an old abandoned warehouse. In the middle of the house is a circle of four-legged stools. About 30 people wearing strange masks and navy uniforms are sitting together. , Quietly listening to the navy wearing a mask telling his own story.

The voice continued, from the gloomy at the beginning to the slowly desperate fear, and now it has become hoarse and excited, and the breathing in the dark and depressed room is heating up.

“…And just the day before yesterday, there was a voice in my ear asking if I wanted Lieutenant Fries to be tried, I responded to him, and yesterday I got confirmation that Lieutenant Fries was dead!”

The hoarse voice was trembling and excited, and the surrounding breathing seemed to become depressed and enthusiastic, “Fries was judged, and God pulled me out of the abyss of despair, I felt the beauty of breathing again, my weak body Both my soul and my soul have found support, and I will no longer be afraid!”

“I’m Jonitz!”

The voice under the mask slowly calmed down, and then he gently took off the mask on his face, gazed at the surrounding masks with fearless eyes, and said solemnly: “I took off the mask because I have taken it off from this day. Since then, I have officially become a member of the Freemasonry and vowed to defend it to the death for the rest of my life.”

“Yes, we are a Freemason!” Several people around took off their masks and swore in unison: “We will defend the glory here to the death!”