"Go up, get up, those two guys are running towards the slaughterhouse, Planck said, just catch Trist and Graves, you can get a medium boat, make a boat......"

Bang!

A one-headed bomb blasted the pirate's head with precision.

Graves spat and ran forward.

Not far from him, the figure in a trench coat climbed up while dodging bullets from below.

As long as you reach the Butcher's Bridge and meditate quietly, this guy will fly in the sky.

And he can only go to see Planck with these iron hooks.

Can't let him concentrate.

Bang.

Graves shot forward at will, not trying to hit Triste, just to keep him from concentrating.

Anyway, as long as you get to the end of the butcher's bridge, this little white face can't escape.

……

Sou!

Feeling a bullet pass over his head, the card Trist held in his hand dimmed again.

Damn it.

Even Triste, who is known for his elegance, couldn't help but scold the street.

Graves seemed to be prepared, and he knew how to stop himself from escaping.

And......

Judging from the pirate's shouting just now, Planck should have known the identities of the two of them.

This is very wrong.

It's too fast, and it takes less than an hour for the two of them to start from the treasure vault to now, and Planck can actually know that it is the two of them.

Going back a little further, it would have been very strange that Graves would have appeared in Planck's treasure vault, what was he doing here? Stealing? No, Trist knew that if there was really something here that Graves wanted, he wouldn't steal it, but would just blast a hole with a bomb.

Robbery is what this guy likes.

That is, he came for himself.

He knew he was here to steal.

At this time, one by one, the places that puzzled Trist flashed in his mind.

That's right...... Raven spent a lot of money and entrusted himself with stealing a dagger.

Regardless of whether this dagger is worth so much money, first of all, a pirate's weapon is not often replaced, not to mention that the Startic's electric blade is not suitable for separious warfare or landing warfare.

Other words......

A terrible thought arose in Trist's mind.

"Markov, ceasefire, listen to me, we are all sold. ”

Bang!

"Huh...... Betrayed?Good excuse, you're waiting for me to cease fire, and then you can play tricks and run away. ”

Trist was answered with a loud bang and a roar.

The projectile struck a stone not far from Trist, splashing several tiny stone chips and striking Trist in the face.

At this time, Trist couldn't help but get angry.

"Damn it, Markov, you can't use your shit brain to think about it, that's why you're in jail because of that, why don't you have a long memory. ”

Bang!

Powder bombs!

Trist felt that something was wrong when he heard the sound of the gun, and he came back to his senses and quickly threw a wildcard that hit the projectile flying in the air with unmistakable accuracy.

With a burst of fireworks and loud noises, a slight crack appeared in the suspended part of the butcher's dock.

"Markov this guy...... Did you bring the arsenal here?"

Trist thought so and continued to climb up.

He knew that in the smoke and dust behind him, Graves had touched a place not far from him, and if he stopped now, he could immediately blow his head out, as he said.

But...... Where can I go?

You know, at the end of the butcher's pier, is the butcher's bridge.

Everyone knows that it is a suspended bridge, and at the same time, a dead end that leads to nowhere else.

……

Was it sold? Maybe.

Graves removed the cartridge case and felt his shriveled bullet pouch.

After so many years of ups and downs, if Graves only had muscles in his head, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.

That's right, Graves had already seen that Raven was going to let himself fight with Trist and get Planck's attention.

It's like a rat that knows the butter on the mousetrap is a trap every time, but can't help but rush to it every time.

If the butter is too sweet, the rat will give up his life.

And revenge on Trist was like sweet butter to Graves.

With that in mind, Graves rushed forward.

Finally, when he saw the inscription of Bilgewater's distinctive emblem not far away, the anchor of a sailing ship and the cross of a gun and sword, Graves knew that the chase had come to an end.

The Butcher's Bridge has arrived.

At the other end of the bridge, Graves stood with a deck of cards in his hand, looking at himself.

"It seems that we are in a desperate situation...... You and I are. ”

Click!

With his shotgun loaded, Graves smoked his last cigar.

"No...... It's a desperate situation for you, and it's a desperate situation for me...... I was ready to die. ”

"Is it necessary, pull me into the water with your life. ”

"Of course, after all, I said that revenge against you is the only pillar of my life. ”

Bang!

Fate shot.

At the same time, Trist rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the projectile, and at the same time, the yellow light of a card in his hand flickered slightly, towards Graves, who was shaken back by the recoil.

Sou!

The card was deeply embedded in the back of Graves' hand, allowing his second shot to miss.

And Trist knew his chance had come.

Now that Graves' shotgun has no bullets, he can escape completely in the interval between his reloads.

With this in mind, he took out a wild card, stared at the streets of Bilgewater below, and began to meditate.

"Bastard !!"

Unexpectedly, Graves actually threw down his gun directly, raised his fist, and rushed towards Trist.

Broken...... The bastard is also quite famous in Bilgewater's underground boxing scene.

Trist looked at the menacing Graves in front of him, his face was like ashes, his hand shook, and the originally glowing wild card also dimmed.

It seems that it is inevitable to be beaten.

Just as Trist was thinking this, suddenly, a group of sturdy pirates suddenly came up from below, two of them hugged Graves, and one of them, then, grabbed Trist.

Trist tried to struggle, and a heavy punch was thrown into his stomach, and his eyes went black so that he didn't vomit blood.

"Push harder, I just like to look at that little white face and look deflated. ”

Graves was rewarded with a punch as well, but still gasped and applauded.

Idiot!

Trist thought to himself.

We're all done now.

Because Trist saw a figure walking towards the two of them.

"Tell me, kids ......"

Click!

Using a short knife to peel off the orange, Planck said as he looked at the two of them.

"Do you like bone carving?"