Chapter 24
The ship slowly sailed into the port.
The anchor was dropped, and the members of the North Sea 321st Branch Navy, led by Darren, slowly walked down from the bordering board.
As soon as he stepped onto the land of Batiya Island, Darren showed a look of surprise.
"It seems to be different from the Batiya Island I remember..."
Battiya Island is one of the transportation hubs of several well-known routes in the North Sea. Although the trade throughput is far less than some commercially prosperous islands on the Great Channel, it is also among the best in the North Sea.
Many merchant ships and trade caravans will pass through Batiya Island for supplies, which has supported the economic development of the island.
However, where wealth flows, there will naturally be dirty dealings, which is common sense.
Because of the wealth and prosperity of Batiya Island and the convenient transportation, this place has naturally become a place to make money and hide dirt.
Mafia, underground forces, illegal transactions, and even pirates' looting have become the norm here.
In order to balance the balance of power on Batiya Island, Darren had spent a lot of effort and energy before.
Even so, Darren's impression of Batiya Island is still a prosperous and chaotic place.
But the scene in front of him was a little beyond his expectations.
The originally crowded and oil-stained island port has been completely renewed, with clusters of flowers.
The streets are extremely clean, without any garbage piled up, and the stalls and shops on both sides of the street are now neat and orderly.
The old buildings are painted with new paint, and the houses are painted with white walls and blue roofs, which looks quite impressive.
In front of the entrance to the town, a new arch was temporarily built, 10 meters high, with colorful words "Welcome Saint Sirdes" hanging on it.
"Because the Celestial Dragons were shipwrecked and drifted to Batia Island, the mayor of this island immediately issued a decree to rectify the city appearance, and spent a lot of taxes to renovate some dilapidated buildings..."
The flying squirrel walked to Darren's side and explained in a low voice:
"As for the color of this house... It is said that the city government wants to imitate the decoration style of the holy land Marijoa, so that the world's nobles can feel at home here."
Gion and Kaji on the side were stunned.
Darren couldn't help but smile.
It seems that no matter which world, there is such a thing as "image project".
But this is normal.
The Celestial Dragons call themselves "gods" in this sea and have supreme power.
For a small place like the North Sea, the local governors have very few opportunities to see the true appearance of the world nobles in person on weekdays.
Now it happens that a Celestial Dragon who has encountered an "accident" has come to the area under his jurisdiction. Of course, the mayor must perform well, even if it means trying to make a good impression. Maybe when the world nobles are happy, a casual word can make him reach the peak of his life.
"Interesting."
Darren smiled and nodded, turned to look at Gion and others, and ordered:
"You should take the troops to station first, open a protection circle around the activity area of Sildes Saint, pay attention to checking suspicious people, and ensure that no emergencies occur."
Although he is not interested in protecting the pig-like Celestial Dragons, if possible, he even wants to kill one or two.
However, since this is an order issued by the headquarters, Darren will naturally do his best.
After all, at the moment, this operation mission is likely to determine his political future in the navy.
If the Celestial Dragons have any accidents under his protection, it is estimated that even Sengoku will not be able to save himself.
Darren didn't want to leave the navy.
There was no future in being a pirate, and he didn't want to be chased by the navy all over the sea.
Darren thought he was not a good person, but he still had a bottom line. He would never do such a thing as a pirate and rob civilians.
Not to mention that for a time traveler like him who didn't have a golden finger, the navy with a relatively complete training system was undoubtedly the best choice.
The most important thing was that he had invested too much energy and effort in the North Sea and couldn't just give up.
"What about you?"
Gion frowned and looked at Darren.
She had naturally heard about the bad character of the group of Celestial Dragons, and of course she was not willing to protect them.
"I have to go first.
Go to our mayor to hand over the task. After all, it is the militia of the municipal government that is responsible for the security of the Celestial Dragons. "
Darren smiled and said to Gion and Kaji who was looking around:
"Since you are here, you have to say hello to the local government anyway."
"Don't worry, the specific security work will be mainly carried out by Major Flying Squirrel, and you just need to assist from the side."
"After all, you two have just come to Beihai and are not familiar with the business here."
After speaking, Darren turned his eyes to Flying Squirrel,
"They will be handed over to you."
Flying Squirrel nodded.
Seeing that Darren had given the order directly, Gion could not force it, and stayed silently, watching Darren get on a carriage and go away in the direction of the municipal government.
"Then, let's go this way, Major Gion, Major Kaji. "
The flying squirrel greeted with a smile, then turned around and set off with his subordinates to the designated destination.
He knew that Darren was going to meet the mayor to discuss some things, and it would not be convenient to bring Gion and Kake with him.
Gion and Kake looked at each other, hesitant to say anything, and finally said nothing and quickly followed.
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Batija Island.
City Hall.
Darren walked into the mayor's office under the guidance of a sexy secretary in professional attire.
The office was decorated in a high-end and magnificent style.
Animal skin carpets were laid on the smooth marble floor, and oil paintings that were obviously valuable were hung on the walls.
"Im sorry for not welcoming you, Colonel Darren. "
It didn't take long before a flattering laugh sounded.
A middle-aged man in a suit came in sweating profusely. His fat body made the high-end suit bulge out, like a ball.
"Mayor Hunter is busy with government affairs, so I am the one who disturbed him."
Darren smiled, took the cigar handed over by Mayor Hunter respectfully, and sat down on the soft leather sofa without any hesitation.
"No, no, Colonel Darren, you also understand... Lord Shields Saint has come to Batia Island, and we are already busy here."
Hunter took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled.
Darren nodded and lit the cigar.
"I understand. After all, this is a rare event in decades. "
"I was quite surprised to see the brand new Batia Island on my way here. I guess Sirdes Saint will be satisfied with your arrangement, Mr. Mayor."
Hunter was overjoyed when he heard this.
"That's good, that's good."
He took out a document with full preparation and handed it to Darren with both hands.
"Colonel Darren, this is the situation of Batia Island in the past six months..."
Watching Darren take the document and flip through it casually, Hunter explained carefully:
"Under your deterrence, the two major mafia families in Batia Island have maintained relative restraint in the past six months and paid the required taxes on time."
Darren glanced at the number at the end of the document and smiled with satisfaction:
"Well, they are still well behaved."
Hunter bowed:
"Of course, who dares not to give you face in the North Sea? "
He said with trepidation, bending down even lower.
Others may not know, but as the mayor, how could Hunter not know the methods of the man in front of him?
Batiia Island was originally full of mafia gangs, fighting each other, and constantly fighting for territory, and bloodshed was the norm.
Until a year ago, Darren, the newly appointed head of the 321st branch base, came to Batia Island and almost uprooted the mafia forces with the most powerful and ruthless means.
To this day, Hunter still clearly remembers the hellish scene.
The streets were full of blood and corpses were piled up like mountains.
The man in front of him stood there covered in blood, The two remaining mafia family leaders knelt down before him trembling all over.
From that day on,
there were no more gang feuds and turf disputes on Batia Island.
The two remaining mafia families divided fixed territories between each other, kept to themselves, and regularly handed over half of their income as "taxes".
Because the gang fights were eliminated, civilians were able to recuperate, the social environment was stable, and the economy of Batia Island also developed vigorously.
"Well, I still say the same thing, please tell them for me..."
Darren slowly exhaled a puff of smoke,
"As long as they don't go too far, I will turn a blind eye."
"As long as they behave themselves... there will always be money to be made."
"But I don't want to see any civilians die in bloodshed within my jurisdiction.
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He smiled,
"After all, I am a righteous sailor...Isn't that right, Mayor Hunter?"
Hunter nodded in fear and smiled:
"Of course, in the North Sea, who doesn't know that Colonel Darren is a symbol of justice?"
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