Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 481 The Retirement Life of a Down-on-His-Luck Tycoon 18

December, Mirgiri Island, South.

"Cough cough!"

"Pooh!"

"Sir, sir, I told you it was a trap!" The soldier who had fallen into the pit struggled to climb out, his voice gradually betraying his discontent.

“Useless…why didn’t anyone fall down on the other side?” Garden-Pullman said dismissively, completely unconcerned that his men had been severely beaten.

In such a situation, anyone who cannot even tolerate verbal attacks should be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

This saves us the trouble of wasting manpower collecting the bodies.

Pullman stood in the spot where Waller had been stationed the longest, determined to dig out any remaining clues.

Not long after arriving in Orvis, he took on three camp squad leaders and beat them into submission before stopping.

Demonstrate your strength first, then offer enticing favors.

He held a certificate in his hand that allowed him to target Waler. It must be said that during the last inspection of Nervurishi, many people were shocked by Waler's madness. After returning, they dared not recount their miserable experience during the thunderstorm, but could only exaggerate how terrifying the enemy was.

This can be seen as adding fuel to the fire for him to use his connections to bully others.

In reality, his superiors did not grant him any new power. He was merely assigned to a nearby island under temporary supervision and was tasked with causing some trouble for Valer. No one had any chance of being promoted.

But Garden-Pullman was determined, knowing he was far from the emperor's reach.

He was the only newly appointed person, and that was after the punishment results were announced.

The fact that they could return to the same place after being punished shows that the higher-ups had no intention of punishing them at all. The crew members who had previously shot Pullman in the back were terrified.

How powerful is the force behind him?

Who would have thought it was a heart filled with resentment?

Pullman quickly subdued the young people on the island who could be mobilized, not even bothering to punish those who betrayed him. He applied for supplies from higher authorities in the name of the island's management as fast as possible, and also intensified the training of soldiers.

No matter how lazy they were before, they were now forced to learn new skills under Pullman's iron fist.

Because the island lacked satellite access, everything required headquarters command. Pullman could only bring a thick stack of documents, forcibly instilling knowledge about island survival skills, climate, and other aspects into everyone. Captains in key positions were all removed from the list of those with connections and then re-selected. Even those chosen, despite being verified as experienced, still had to memorize the documents Pullman brought along with the soldiers.

He quickly mobilized the patrol team.

They were forced to compress the journey into a month, and then their first stop was the southern region where Wale and Xia Youmi had once cultivated.

Pullman knew, and had been reminded.

Those two people had long since ceased to exist in this area.

But he learned to be cautious.

He had to see it for himself. He believed that even if Valer deliberately staged a change of location while actually staying here and having a good time, those fools wouldn't be able to tell.

On the day of arrival on the island,

The weather and the voyage went smoothly, and this place bears many traces of people who once lived here.

But it is clear that after at least several months of weathering and no one intervened.

The three well-chosen canopies are still firmly in their original positions, as if the two of them were going to come back.

Pullman's mission, besides searching for Waller's whereabouts, was also to ruthlessly destroy the living environment that Waller had painstakingly built up.

The soldiers were in good spirits and spread out in the ideal formation for inspection.

but,

Upon entering the two lower sheds, one man fell into a pre-arranged pit, completely unprepared, and foolishly stepped onto a straw mat on the ground. He then awkwardly tried to defend himself in front of Pullman, blaming him for his poor decision-making.

But then, the people who went with him to investigate brought news that weapons had been found in another shed.

The other party was investigating what was originally Waler's armory. There was no malicious digging of a large pit on the ground, and a considerable number of shell knives, scabbards, and ropes were left behind. Although they were all in a state of being dull or broken, this was the real trace of Waler's existence that Pullman wanted.

Ignoring the angry glare of the soldier who had stepped into the crater, he readily gave the person reporting from the armory a generous smile and casually tossed him a precious cigarette.

"It seems he hasn't had an easy life either..."

Pullman saw the leaf bowl and imagined that Wales also did some delicate handicrafts, as well as their fishing traps, broken stone pots for cooking, etc., all of which showed that the gods of the outer city of Ibaraki lived like savages.

He also brought a woman with him, which seemed like a good thing for Waller. In reality, Pullman could only imagine how the woman would cause Waller trouble, how he would make him do hard work, and how she would betray him.

Pullman couldn't imagine what a young girl could do to help Waller.

He could only imagine that the other person was someone who would cry at the drop of a hat, was delicate, troublesome, and looked as rude as Burley.

unfortunately,

These were his fantasies before he matched the person who shot him in the neck with Xia Youmi.

After repeatedly confirming that only one person could fire that arrow, Pullman was consumed by jealousy.

He resented that Wales was always so lucky, favored by all the gods.

Why isn't it a drag on the team?

When he found out about Brie's sister's school and managed to access the publicly available information, he cried out in anguish, "Why is she still the same person? Good-looking, academically excellent, and kind-hearted? She's someone who got into university, someone he and Brie envied for being properly chosen to walk the path of the elite."

Bry deserved it; he should have died young after suffering such favoritism.

So, what is Pullman?

Why can't he move on from the status he gained by giving up his dignity, from the time when he was treated like a human being and traded by weight?

If it weren't for the battle with the thunderstorm, Pullman would have almost abandoned his hatred and lived a seemingly glamorous life like an ordinary person. He just wanted to take a look at Waller's miserable state, but being targeted and wounded time and time again finally ignited the resentment in his heart.

Even without glamour,

He also wanted to live a blatant and flamboyant life amidst the bloodshed.

For someone as powerful as Valer to become a true rival in his eyes is perhaps another life choice.

Pullman arrived on the island with a completely different mindset. Taking down the unreliable Orvis was the first step. Next, he needed to find Valer's whereabouts and future plans, and to toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Let’s go check that one up there.” Pullman sneered, somewhat disappointed by the simple base left behind by Valer and Xia Youmi. Living with such dull people, a woman would probably go crazy sooner or later.

The last place they searched was the awning where Valer had been seen firing downwards. The shape of the awning appeared to have been modified and reinforced with some of the ship's original tools.

It's not like the one used for digging holes.

It didn't resemble an armory filled with discarded junk either.

The sturdy structure must be valued by Waler and his companion. When they return, they will likely continue to use this shed. Therefore, Pullman will set it ablaze in public, using the blazing flames to declare his determination.

Everyone lined up and stood behind him.

Pullman, unfazed by any potential ambush, personally opened the straw curtain of the awning.

a long time,

The soldiers behind him could see that their commander's hands were trembling, but his body seemed to be frozen in place and he didn't move an inch.

"what happened."

"do not know."

Quiet whispers slowly rose behind Pullman, but he could no longer hear them.

No one saw that his eyes were bloodshot and he was almost in tears.

There were no high-difficulty traps set up here, just a small mound of earth, cone-shaped, with a not-so-sharp top, but with two things firmly stuck in it: a lighter and a box of sealed cigarettes.

In the place where Pullman and his friends grew up, this was something only done to worship the dead.

especially,

Some people who have no relatives, no power, and no money, after they die, all they get is a mound of earth with the things they used or loved most in life stuck on it, as a small proof that they came into this world.

If it gets dug up or kicked away by something, no one will care to repair it.

If you hate someone, making a joke like this won't shake their resolve.

Just like Pullman didn't care about piling up his grave.

He stared intently at his belongings, his greatest anger stemming from the fact that someone living such a primitive life had given up on taking his lighter and cigarettes.

Clearly, you can see that the lighter is full of kerosene.

Clearly, this cigarette brand was the one that Waler used to love smoking.

Are his belongings, and he himself, so unworthy of being by my side?

"what!"

Pullman's heart pounded wildly. He trembled as he took the cigarette and lighter, gripping them tightly, then trying to loosen his grip.

"Line up!"

"Yes!"

Accompanied by flames as painfully orange-red as the sunset that day, the patrol boat sailed away from the island.

This time, no one looked back.

Because, from now on, they will use this as their battlefield.

The drums of war sound, charge! Shoot them all, annihilate them!