Pirate Journalist

Chapter 17 Commodore Bernard

Before Crocodile could figure it out, a burst of "white waves" rushed over from a distance, and the two of them saw that the follow-up troops of the navy were coming.

The sand crocodile was startled, and said with an impatient expression: "Hmph, these annoying things are obviously not opponents, and they can't be killed no matter how hard they are."

He didn't see any movement, it seemed that it was just a gust of wind blowing, and his figure had disappeared, only some sand grains could be seen floating in the air, heading for the distance.

At the end, a sentence came with the wind: "Remember I want the headlines on the front page, if I can't do it, I will come back and kill you!"

"No problem, you are welcome to come to me anytime."

Murphy gently pushed his eyes and replied calmly.

He doesn't know if he can get the headlines on the front page, but if he encounters a sand crocodile again in the days to come, it may not be certain who will kill the other.

After a while, the navy's follow-up troops arrived at the scene. They looked at the corpses in front of them, showing grief and indignation.

The nearby residents had already run away, and Murphy was the only clue here at the moment, and a soldier came up to question him immediately.

"Little brother, have you seen a pirate with a big back..."

The soldier was gesturing while talking, but was interrupted by Murphy directly.

"You said the sand crocodile, and ran over there." Murphy pointed to the direction where the gravel drifted away without hesitation, and said, "At that time, he turned into sand and floated towards that place."

"Oh! Thank you, little brother!" After the soldier asked, he went back to report.

Murphy actually wanted to leave as soon as the sand crocodile left, so as not to get into trouble here. Unfortunately, his devil fruit and the bounty he exchanged are still in the bookstore. Once he leaves now, he may not be there when he returns. up.

Sure enough, as the soldiers went back to report, a naval officer walked towards Murphy, who seemed to be the brigadier general leading the team.

"I'm Commodore Bernard of the Navy Headquarters. You've been here all this time? You're so close to the battlefield, aren't you afraid to face Crocodile?" Commodore Bernard asked directly in front of Murphy.

Bernard looked young, about 20 years old, with his head held high, with a domineering look on his face, and inexplicable pressure all over his body.

"Of course I'm afraid, how can such a vicious pirate not be afraid?" Murphy smiled back, as if the pressure on his face couldn't find the target.

"All the other civilians have fled. Since you are afraid, why didn't you escape?"

"This one……"

"Huh?" Bernard leaned forward slightly, very oppressive.

"Life is not easy!"

Murphy kept smiling and clapped the camera phone bug in his hand.

"Media people? Show me the camera!"

Bernard didn't ask Murphy, and extended his palm very unceremoniously towards the camera.

He didn't notice that Murphy's hand holding the camera shook slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but he didn't seem to do anything, allowing him to take the camera away.

Bernard picked up the camera and flipped through the photos, and when he opened the first one, a gloomy expression appeared on his face.

In the photo, a blood-colored flower blooms in the air, and the sand crocodile stands under the flower and laughs wildly, looking extremely hateful.

Bernard endured his grief and anger and continued to look through the photos. Every photo showed the tragic death of the navy, which deeply stimulated him.

There are not many of these photos, and they are very coherent. After reading them, you don't need to ask again, you can know how the whole battle is going.

These three colonels are all his subordinates, and he knows their strength best. However, after a battle, the sand crocodile was not even injured.

He closed his eyes, replayed the battle in his mind, and then realized that the whole battle was completely one-sided. Even if he, the brigadier general, fought in person, he probably would not be the opponent.

Bernard exhaled lightly, and said to Murphy, "You are very courageous. You even risked your life for your work, but these photos are indeed precious, and they directly let me know the situation of the battle."

Originally, he had some doubts about this person, but he also knew that there were many desperate war reporters in the world, and Sand Crocodile had always acted alone, so this person was definitely not Sand Crocodile's accomplice.

What's more, after he saw all the photos, he no longer had the slightest attention on the young man in front of him. He wanted to report to the headquarters early, that the sand crocodile was probably underestimated by them.

"It would be nice if I could help the Navy." Murphy looked relieved.

"That's it."

Bernard left a word and turned to leave.

"Mr. Bernard, have you forgotten something?" Murphy's faint voice came from behind.

"This is what you're talking about?" Bernard looked back at Murphy, shaking the camera phone bug in his hand and asked.

"Yes."

"These photos cannot be released, it is now a classified document of the Navy."

Bernard said emphatically, with a lucky look on his face, as if to say that it is an honor for you to provide these photos.

Hearing Bernard's answer, Murphy showed an ugly smile at the right time.

The photos that I risked my life so hard to get are gone, and my face is of course not good-looking.

But are the photos really gone?
It wasn't until Bernard's figure disappeared that the expression on Murphy's face gradually returned to calm.

This brigadier general has always given people a feeling of domineering, which makes him disgusted, but it's just disgusting. What hasn't he seen in the two months of life on Gaya Island?This is nothing more than another incentive for him to become stronger.

But the other party's move to take away the camera angered him. That was one of the reasons for his submission. Without a photo, wouldn't it be equivalent to blocking his way to earn points?
There was a cold look in his eyes. Bernard was worried that the photos would be leaked out, but he just felt that these photos would make the navy appear incompetent, and it would be easy to increase the reputation of the pirates.

But did Bernard think that was the only photograph?

The phone bug produced by the system, whether it is taking pictures or taking pictures, directly stores the data in the system.

Even if he hadn't transmitted some photos to the phone bug in time, Bernard might not have seen even one of them.

This move was originally just because he was worried that Bernard would be suspicious when he saw the empty camera, which would bring him unnecessary trouble, but unexpectedly, it made him see the majestic side of the navy.

Compared with this brigadier general, that naive Crocodile is much cuter.

After watching Bernard report with the phone bug, Murphy led a part of the navy to chase in the direction he indicated, but the pace slowed down a lot.

The other part of the navy kept busy on the spot, cleaning the battlefield little by little, or collecting corpses.

"The garrison of the Chambord Islands?" Murphy squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

I don't know if I can meet this Bernard again, but these confidential photos that Bernard said must be publicized no matter what!
(End of this chapter)