Such a choice is not what Mawson expected, ants are still stealing, let alone people.

What's more, most of this group of people were willing to settle down, and if it weren't for the constant pursuit of the navy, they would have found a place to settle down.

It's not bad now, although it's equivalent to working for the Navy, but with this perverted vice admiral, there is definitely no need to worry about security.

As for the sporadic few who have other opinions, they dare not speak out.

Now it's clear that no one is stupid.

After the decision was finalized, Mawson commanded several pirates to pull their boats into the pirate ship and began to sail back to the G-2 base.

It's also a week to come out, and it's time to go back and have a look.

Listen, is this still human talk?

As a base commander, it took a week to run out of the base, which is simply ......

Forget it, Drake and Smoker, who are the bitter masters, didn't say anything.

Others said it didn't work for any birds.

The G-2 base, like all the branches on the Great Route, was located on a separate island.

The naval divisions on the Great Voyage differed from those of the Four Seas, which were mostly located on inhabited islands.

The Great Voyage is the opposite, they may not be far from the island, but they are definitely independent beings.

The reasons for this are varied.

One thing is to ensure the secrecy of the message.

For example, when Mawson appeared at the G-2 base with a pirate ship, he would never be known to the outside world.

This makes it easier for him to go dark...... Phew, it's convenient for him to work for the benefit of the Navy.

In the base director's office, Mawson sat in a chair with his body leaning back and his feet crossed on his desk.

"Drake, is there anything important that I need to deal with lately?" Mawson looked at Drake on the other side and spoke, seeing that he was still standing there ready to report, and interrupted: "Sit, don't be so polite, sit and talk." ”

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Drake sat down.

Just as he was about to speak, Mawson waved his hand with the documents on the table: "Those little things don't need to be reported, you and Smoker just decide." ”

As he spoke, he patted his head with a document and said, "Look at me, I've been overworked lately, and I forgot what I was thinking about just now." ”

Are you overworked?

You've been out for a week without a shadow and you're still overworked?

Are you kidding me?

Then Smoker and I are not going to die suddenly.

The corners of Drake's mouth twitched, forget it, whoever made you a chief, you just have to be happy!

Mawson looked at Drake's strange eyes, coughed dryly, and said directly: "I'm not going out to play, the pirates I caught just now saw it, and the reward of 110 million 'barrel' Banji, this is not a small role."

What kind of eyes are you, Drake, this is the first half, over 100 million supernovas, you won't be floating lately, right? ”

"Sir, get down to business." Drake was unmoved.

Just kidding, a $100 million bounty might still be a tough guy for me, but it's not a small character for you.

You tell me this.

Mawson sighed that the once simple little Drake was no longer cute, and this team was really getting harder and harder to lead.

"What, where did I just go, hey, people are getting old......"

"Sir, you've just turned eighteen." Drake gritted his teeth and interrupted again.

"Ahem...... Don't worry about these details, oh, I just talked about this Black Rum Pirates, you've read all the information.

You go back and report to the headquarters that I have exterminated them, and then find a remote town and send them over.

None of them were too bad, just enough to serve as laborers, and every quarter they would provide the navy with a percentage of their wine.

This matter is done secretly, and it will not have a good impact when it is passed out.

Hey? Do you feel that I have a sense of déjà vu like a villain**oss? ”

Drake frowned and said, "Your Excellency Lieutenant General, it's not quite in line with our ...... to do this."

"I know what you mean, Drake." Mawson interrupted, "You and I are in your early years, you should also understand my character, in my eyes there is only one point in judging whether a pirate should die or not, as long as he doesn't harm civilians, even if he is a pirate."

Like the garbage we last encountered on Fish-Man Island...... Oh, I'm sorry, he began to reform under the influence of the princess.

I mean, the garbage that lives in the so-called holy places, they are a hundred times more damned than pirates. ”

Drake is the guy he focuses on cultivating, and Mawson is not afraid to talk to him more.

"So, you have to look at everything with your heart, and there's nothing wrong with sticking to your principles, but don't be pedantic."

Drake was thoughtful, and in the past year, Mawson had rarely said that to him.

To be precise, Mosen does it directly, expressing his meaning through practical actions.

"I'll go."

Now is not the time to think deeply, Drake replied, and directly saluted and left with Mawson.

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After becoming the commander of the G-2, Mawson's life was completely idle.

Actually, that's not true.

When he first came to the base, Mawson still put in a lot of effort.

Not only did he comb through all the navy inside the base, but he also began to train the soldiers on the base in his own way.

The main thing is that his direct forces are too strong for the first half of the Great Voyage.

There are more than 100 people, basically all of whom have mastered one of the six styles, and some have more than one.

It's like a group of platinum players coming to the silver round, and it's basically a crushing rhythm.

Soon, all the islands in the entire base area were also inspected.

Coming from the New World, it was difficult for them to get used to being so leisurely, so they began to look for all kinds of pirates, including gangsters from the islands in their jurisdiction, and so on, all of which were bad.

It didn't take long for Mawson to panic and simply leave everything to Drake and Smoker.

Internal affairs are not decided by Drake, and foreign affairs are not decided by Smoker.

The two good partners just managed the whole base in order, and everything was on track.

A perfect pair of good cp.

As a result, Mawson didn't even have to stay at the base.

This is the life he wants, just like the small videos he watched in his previous life, some people overfulfilled a month's performance in a week, and naturally the rest of the time can be relaxed.

Of course, it's not all about going out to play.

Not to mention the news that half a month ago, the soldiers under his command accidentally discovered while chasing a group of pirates opened up Mawson's long-sealed memory.

If he hadn't caught this group of pirates this time, he would have almost forgotten about it.

No, I had forgotten it, and I was reminded of it by the news.

So I didn't go to the capital of seven waters to revitalize the economy for a week before.

Well, I went to other places to contribute to GDP.

Ahem...... Just kidding, I went to other places to find news, but it didn't work out well.

He only showed his base this time, and then he had to get information from other places.

After all, I have always been a person who holds grudges, and I still want to be better if I provoke myself?

Inexistent!