A Day in the Pirate World

Only then did the soldiers at the base somewhat accept this officer.

Otherwise, the 77 base, which was led by Mo Sen, might make it hard for the new base chief to step down.

What's more, the strength of this officer is really a bit...

Cinderell interrupted the criticism of the officer in his heart. His current target is no longer the base officer.

With the influence of that fellow Mosen, Cinderell also has his own 'ambition'.

After all, he is only 35 years old this year, which is the golden age of a man.

The great route is the center of this world.

Donghai is really a little, too weak!

The ringing of the phone interrupted his contemplation, and he picked up the phone on his desk: "Your Excellency, there is a naval warship outside the base, and the hull mark is from the headquarters."

Cinderell was taken aback, wondering what the headquarters warship was doing at this time: "I see, you all pay attention, I will go to the port right away."

"Yes!"

After Cinderella hung up the phone, he went directly to the base chief's office next door.

No matter what the situation is, it is necessary work and respect to report to the highest official first.

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This is the afternoon of day 4 of sailing.

The 77th base is near the waterway to the Windmill Village. Of course, Mo Sen said that he would go there first.

After all, he couldn't go through the house three times without entering like his ancestors did.

Ever since he ate the slippery fruit, he didn't like to stay in the small cabin.

On the empty deck, moving a deck chair, lying on it after exercising and drinking iced drinks and alcohol in the refrigerator is life.

However, after exercising today, Mo Sen is different from the previous few days.

He had changed out of his casual beach resort attire.

I put on a slightly more formal shirt and plain trousers and leather boots.

The major general's cloak of justice is worn on his body.

Rich and noble do not return home, such as brocade clothing at night.

Mawson said that as a role model, he must set an example for the entire base.

Let them see their best side, have goals to pursue.

What, you say this is showing off.

Slander, naked slander, how can a just navy have such superficial thoughts.

"Bastard boy, you actually stole donuts from the old man's bag again, no wonder the old man has less than yours at the end of every game."

The old man Garp saw that the donuts in his bag were obviously much less than Mo Sen's, and wanted to punch Mo Sen angrily.

"It's not me, it's the old demon who did it."

Mo Sen resolutely threw the pot away, pointing to the big colorful parrot who was scratching its head and making poses.

wtf? !

The old demon's eyes widened, and one wing pointed at Mo Sen.

Is it so blatant to frame someone?

face.

Can I have some Bilian?

boom!

A lump bulged on Mawson's head.

"Bastard boy, are you an idiot for being an old man?!" Garp growled.

"Quack, you played well, you actually framed this handsome bird."

boom!boom!

"Fuck, boy, you actually hit me, I'll fight you."

boom! boom! boom!

"Stop hitting, bully, I was wrong!"

The navigator walked away silently. For several days, the two people and one bird have not stopped every day.

He needs to stay away, so as not to become such a sand sculpture netizen.

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