Chapter 45 Street Girl Dole
On the coast of G14 base, Arthur sat alone on the coast, reading the World Economic News in his hand.
"It seems that a large number of people in this world remain unemployed, allowing their last economic ability to be exploited and then ruthlessly abandoned."
The content of the newspaper is very simple.
The headlines were the propaganda made by the Navy to train Arthur.
Then hang up the pictures of the four captured captains of the Flying Pirates for recruitment propaganda and justice propaganda.
Justice will never be destroyed, it will always stand at the top of the world and make a perfect contribution to the peace of the world's civilians.
"What the hell is this justice? I've been in the navy for two months and I haven't even received a paycheck. Is this selfless dedication?" Arthur tore off the newspaper in his hand and threw it near the rocks by the sea.
He found it unbelievable that he was not allowed to resign after performing meritorious service with injuries. If his injuries recovered quickly after a period of time, it would be even more impossible for him to resign, right?
Arthur has a basic understanding of the theory of the Six Formations of the Navy, so he can learn it slowly on his own.
The three missions also brought Arthur a lot of benefits and made him understand the cruelty and danger of this world.
Fighting and killing are not as passionate as they seem, but people will die in every collision.
“No salary, right…?” Arthur walked towards the town beside the G14 base with a look of disdain on his face.
Each G-base is a huge military supply point established by the navy, and naturally there are towns for economic development and supply.
……
As Arthur entered the town street, he found a group of people fighting on the street around a troublemaker. He was so angry that he squeezed into the crowd to check it out.
What was discovered was a little girl with iron-tipped collars around her neck and limbs and gang tattoos all over her body being beaten by a group of adults.
"The Navy is coming..."
"Shh...if you scream I'll beat you up."
A bystander wanted to shout, but Arthur immediately put his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him to shut up.
After several missions, his dull eyes were no longer as bright as when he went out to sea.
The deep gaze made the man feel cold all over, and he shut up on the spot and dared not shout.
"You are a stubborn and willful little girl. You are acting wild in our territory again. I hope we can beat you to death."
"Come on, who's afraid of who?" The girl named Duo'er was not afraid and got angry. Her face was bruised all over.
Arthur, who was very angry, stood in front of these troublemakers for a long time, but they didn't notice him and they didn't stop fighting each other.
He immediately walked forward and punched each of them on the head, knocking them to the ground.
"Damn it, who attacked us... Navy... Sorry..."
Several adults were about to curse when they turned around and saw the navy cap on Arthur's head. After being beaten, they quickly fled the place.
"Who are you!" Instead, the girl who exuded a punk vibe stood up and yelled at Arthur: "Why did you hit me?"
Arthur stared at her calmly, without showing any anger, and said, "I want to hit you, what's wrong?"
"You...!" Dor covered his swollen head with his hands and stared at Arthur angrily for a while before he let it go.
She took a cigarette from her pocket, put it in her mouth, then lit it with a match and took a puff.
"Huh~" Dole blew a smoke ring towards Arthur: "Even though you hit me, I still have to say thank you because you also helped me drive them away."
In front of Arthur, Dole looked like a spirited little girl, wearing a black waist-baring T-shirt.
She was wearing only shorts on her lower body, revealing a pair of long white legs. She also wore a pair of decent casual shoes and a light lipstick on her lips.
She stood in front of Arthur with her eyes closed, smoking.
Suddenly, she felt something pulling her. She opened her eyes and found that the cigarette in her hand had disappeared.
"My cigarette..." Dor looked up and found the cigarette in Arthur's mouth: "What are you doing, Navy!"
"Why are you smoking, little brat? You bad girl, go home quickly." Arthur said fiercely, holding the cigarette snatched from Dor's hand.
His appearance no longer had that dignified and upright look.
At this moment, he was even more gangster-like and ruffian-like than the bad girl in front of him.
"What did you say? Then why did you smoke my cigarette?" Dole gnashed his teeth in anger and punched Arthur directly.
Arthur easily caught the swung fist with his palm, and then casually threw her in front of him to the ground nearby.
"Are you stupid?" Arthur pouted and scolded her, "Of course it's mine if I grab it."
"Ah... I can't believe that someone like you is actually a marine..."
Dor fell to the ground and screamed in pain. He opened his eyes and found that he had flown several meters away in an instant.
"He threw me away easily with one hand... He's so strong...!"
She looked at Arthur walking into a restaurant with her eyes wide open, and immediately realized that he was different from the ordinary patrolling marines, and immediately chased after him.
On the densely populated street, the people watching the show quickly dispersed. The arrival of the navy made them dare not disrupt order anymore.
The crowds of people are coming in an endless stream.
Arthur, who had just finished a battle, returned to this crowded town and immediately thought of getting some of Cooper's favorite game for the military hospital in the town.
Dole ran to the restaurant that Arthur entered and looked at the sign on the restaurant.
The name is: I guarantee you’ll have enough food.
"This restaurant has very high consumption... He can't be very rich, right...?" Doer became curious again and strode in.
The restaurant was luxuriously decorated, and the table where Arthur sat was filled with a whole table of luxurious meals.
"Dor, you are a notorious troublemaker. I don't want you to come in."
"I have an appointment, there it is, it's him, the Marine."
Dole, who was stopped by the waiter and was about to be thrown out, immediately pointed at the table where Arthur was and shouted.
"Eh...you mean him?" The waiter had cold sweat on his forehead and looked towards the table where Arthur was.
Arthur lowered his head and ate his meal. He chose the most expensive dishes and ate them quickly, without even turning his head to take the food to vent his anger.
The restaurant didn't dare to offend Arthur, a sailor, so they had to let Dole in.
Entering the restaurant, Dole timidly came to Arthur's table, and heard Arthur uttering onomatopoeias such as "cao grass grass, ka ka ka" continuously.
"You just threw me down and injured me...you have to compensate me for my medical expenses." Duoer patted his body and said carefully behind him.
"Ah?" Arthur looked back at her touching him with a murderous look on his face: "You're talking to me about money?"
"You..." Dole was frightened by Arthur's eyes: "You can enter a restaurant like this, so you must have a lot of money, right? It's not too much to pay for the medical expenses, right?"
"You're talking to me about money?!" Arthur's voice became louder and louder. Where did he get the money?
He almost forgot what money looked like and he didn't have a single cent on him.
The diners around heard Arthur's roar and looked towards his seat with curiosity.
Seeing this, Duo Er, who was making trouble, gave a reminder: "Don't yell so loudly...it will make others misunderstand you."
"Why? What does my yelling have to do with you?" Arthur didn't care. When he was angry, he didn't care about other people's eyes at all.
"Okay, okay... Then let's not talk about money. You are a very powerful marine, right? Can you teach me how to beat someone up?"
Arthur glanced at the scratches on his body, then looked at the girl in front of him and asked curiously:
"What's your name?"
"Dor, my name is Dor, Dor who is very good at street fighting!" Dor introduced himself with a confident smile and threw a few punches in the air.
Show off your strong military power.
