Just as Magellan guessed.

When the nearly 10,000 prisoners were unraveled and brought to the island controlled by the flying squirrel.

They immediately began to riot!

After all, from their point of view, more than 300 sailors, and the same more than 300 jailers, could not completely block their nearly 10,000 people.

Therefore, as long as there is a riot, although the vast majority of people will eventually be suppressed, there will always be a small number of people who can escape.

Therefore, what they are betting on is whether they can become one of those small group of people.

However, they misestimated the strength of the more than 300 navies.

Not even Magellan and the jailers of Advance City did not intervene.

In less than 10 minutes, more than 300 sailors suppressed all the nearly 10,000 prisoners at the cost of only more than 10 wounded.

And the most unacceptable thing for the prisoners and jailers is...

More than a dozen wounded people...

All of them were minor injuries, and they were all mistakes caused by too much excitement.

What's more, these more than 10 people are not fighting under the command of flying squirrels, but are all cooks and cleaners...

Ahh

The jailers began to doubt their lives!

New World Navy, what the hell is this?

Is it superhuman per capita?

In other words, after these people pass, they won't be the scum of the scum, right?

Truly...

As far as ordinary jailers are concerned, not to mention the recruit assessment of the New World Navy now, even the recruit assessment standards set by Sean when he was in the Sixteenth Branch of the East China Sea...

It doesn't work!

After all, in the past, the elite naval forces of the navy were only in the range of 12-15 force points.

In the era of the Sixteenth Branch, the assessment standard for recruits under Sean's navy was already 300 power points, and now it has reached a terrifying 1,000 power points.

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Two hours later.

Magellan appeared in the office of Bernard Sean, the headquarters of the New World Navy.

"Magellan, long time no see!"

"Yes, it's been a long time since I saw the war, but I have to call you Marshal Sean now!"

Hearing this, Sean smiled and waved his hand.

"Regarding your arrangement, rest assured, I will not break up your command, but one day, they are too weak!"

"Yes, I originally thought that the jailers in Advance City were comparable to, or even surpassed, the elite sailors of the navy, but after seeing the sailors under Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel just now, I discovered..."

"That's a big gap, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

Magellan nodded.

This gap is not very big at all, but too big!

There's no way to catch up!

It's not just one or two people, but all the sailors under the command of the flying squirrel, and even those cooks, all of them are almost comparable to the commodore level of the former navy.

How the hell is this trained?

"I just want to tell you about this, for the time being, I will arrange for you to arrange 500 sailors under your command to assist you in managing the undersea prison, and the jailers who originally advanced into the city will be arranged for three months of recruit training."

"Recruit training?"

"Yes, recruit training, I guarantee that after three months, even if they are not as good as those sailors under the Flying Squirrel, they can still have sixty or seventy percent of their strength!"

"This... How is that possible?"

Magellan's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Magellan, control your emotions, your poisonous gas has escaped!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Marshal Sean!"

Looking at Magellan's mouth that opened to the maximum because he was too shocked, and the little poison that kept wafting out of it.

Sean must not

I reminded him without opening my mouth.

At the same time, there is also some pity for Magellan.

Alas, this guy ...

Doomed to be cut off...

After all, men are very excited when making babies, and this excitement sprays poison...

What woman can stand it!

Poor thing...

"Magellan, the graduation standard of our boot camp is 1,000 power points, and the flying squirrel has already told you about this, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, but I've always had a hard time believing that in three months, I can increase all the jailers with an average Dao Power value of 15 to 1000, which is a bit unbelievable!"

"Give!"

Seeing Magellan's shock, Sean picked up a bag of things on his desk and threw it at Magellan.

The latter hurried to catch it.

"It's—"

"Open it, and eat it!"

Hearing this, Magellan also tore open the package, and only then did he see the contents clearly, which was a small piece of jerky, which was very inconspicuous.

However, believing that Sean would not harm him, he shoved the jerky into his mouth without much hesitation, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Well, don't say it's quite fragrant.

Compared to the average jerky...

But the next moment, Magellan sensed that something was wrong!

The physique is constantly increasing, strengthening, strengthening, and constantly strengthening.

After a full three minutes, the enhancement finally stopped.

According to Magellan's own judgment, the Dao power value should have increased by as much as seven or eight hundred.

It's horrible!!

If this thing were to be eaten by the jailers under his command, wouldn't it be worth thousands of Dao strength by eating two pieces?

It's too against the sky, isn't it?

"Magellan, I know what you're thinking, but that's impossible, everyone can only get such a huge boost when they eat it for the first time, and if they eat it again, the effect will be reduced to one-tenth of the original, and you can only eat one piece a day, otherwise there will be no effect!"

"It's enough to eat just for the follow-up, isn't there a tenth of it, and it's about 2,000 Dao power for a month."

"Theoretically, this statement of yours is correct, but in the New World Navy, only officers above the commodore level can enjoy the daily quota of this kind of jerky, as for the recruits, they can only get one piece, and the rest of the daily quota can be obtained is a much weaker version."

"I see..."

Indeed, such an ungodly thing must be of high value.

If this is provided with an unlimited amount of more than 100,000 New World sailors, it will definitely be unbearable.

Magellan, who had completed the brain supplement, immediately nodded.

However, he didn't know that it was okay to provide it to the entire navy every day, even to hundreds of thousands of people every day.

It's just that the treatment of different levels is different, and only in this way can the sailors have more motivation.

Get more military merit and then get better treatment!

This has nothing to do with whether Sean can supply it or not.

"By the way, Magellan, I'm going to take a few people from your side!"

"Who?"

Hearing this, Magellan frowned.

Those who can be locked up in the city are all prisoners of sin.

Sean, this important person?

You can't just open this head!

"Rest assured, they're not prisoners, to be exact."

"Marshal Sean, who are you talking about? How is it possible to hold people who are not prisoners in the city?"

Wait a minute...

Suddenly, Magellan remembered something.

It seems that there are a few of them, who are not pirates, and strictly speaking, they are not prisoners.

Isn't it...

Those guys who were sent in by the World Government for a while?

"Seemingly, as you have guessed, I want Vince Mock Gaji's sons, after all, Gaji is now working for me, and has repeatedly begged me to save his sons."

"Okay, these people are fine, I'll send them to you later!"

"Okay, so be it, let Robin take you to the Provisional Force, and then start arranging for those prisoners to be sent to the undersea prison!"

"Yes, Marshal Sean!"