The day passed in waiting, and Sarah sat by the window from noon to evening, keeping an eye on the slaughterhouse.

As she expected, the dismantling of the sea dragon was so slow that even the best butcher could not get up quickly.

In order to facilitate access to the body and cut off the internal organs, the sea carcosaurus was arranged in a straight line, so the back half of the long serpentine body was still exposed outside the slaughterhouse, and it was conceivable where the progress inside had progressed.

By nightfall, the bowels of the sea dragon had not been drained.

You must know that the internal organs of fish are very perishable, and they must be disposed of as soon as possible.

However, the high-intensity work of dismantling the sea beast will definitely not last a whole day.

In the middle of the night, the slaughterhouse on the dock was closed, and the back half of the body of the sea dragon was stuffed into the slaughterhouse by the workers in order to avoid being eaten by the swarms of rats on the dock.

Sarah felt that it was almost there, so she put on her twin guns and put on her trench coat and walked out of the room.

Pushing open the door, he happened to meet Karn and the two in the hallway, also preparing to go out.

"It's time?" Karn asked.

"Well, it's time for dinner, do you want to go together?" Sarah covered her long scarlet hair with her hat and lowered the brim, and the long wavy hair covered half of her face, making it even more feminine.

She also thought that Karn and the others were going to go with her to devour the sea dragons.

Sarah had sneaked into other people's territory to steal things before, but it was the first time she had stolen something so big, and she was a little apprehensive.

"Nope." Karn shook his head, "I'm going to Pickpocket's Square." ”

When Sarah heard the square, she thought the two were going out to the market to bond with each other, but when she noticed a rolled-up piece of paper in Karn's hand, she realized that the two had other things to do.

"Is this a bounty order?"

"Hmm."

"Who do you want to reward? Isn't it good for me to make this money? Sarah was a little puzzled as to why the most beautiful and capable bounty hunters in the whole of Bilgewater were in front of them, and they deliberately went to the square to hand over the business to someone else.

Is this looking down on her business ability?

Karn shook his head, "There's no money to be made, it's an empty glove white wolf, I'm just trying to send some kind of message through the bounty order, so that some outlaw fanatic will hear about it, like a shark that smells blood." ”

"Oh, that's part of the plan?"

Karn nodded noncommittally.

"Then I'll have a feast to myself." Sarah walked past the two of them, but was stopped before she could step out of the hallway.

"By the way, remember to leave me a good sea dragon skin." Karn snapped.

"What do you want that for?" Sarah crossed her waist and looked back.

"I'm going to make a pair of leather boots."

"Leather boots? I don't think you need it. Thinking that skin armor can be transformed into various clothes, she turned her gaze to Kaisha: "Why don't you make a purse and give it to your sister?" ”

She didn't dare to ask for it herself, otherwise she would be suspected of provoking.

"I didn't use it myself, it's another bait."

……

Along the way, Sarah kept thinking about Karn's words.

It seems that in addition to himself, he is also planning to use others to help him achieve some kind of ulterior secret.

Even if she asked, he didn't say anything, only that this was a part of overthrowing Planck and letting her do her own thing first.

Sarah cleared her mind for a moment, and the top priority was to first evolve the Void Skin Armor to full coverage and figure out what she was capable of.

The smell of the slaughterhouse drifting away with the sea breeze was still so disgusting and smelly.

Even if you use the rum that is so strong that Hu's mother shouts that she soaks her face towel and then covers her nose, it still can't stop the smell.

But Sarah is used to the smell, and sometimes the wind is not in the right direction, and the stench of the slaughterhouse can permeate the entire lower town of Bilgewater.

Anyone who wants to live in Bilgewater, whether you're a liar or a gambler, a shipwright or a captain, poor or rich, will eventually get used to the stench.

Not to mention, there are many people who are begging for a living and living on the dirty work on the slaughterhouse.

A sea monster industry supports Bilgewater's economy, and the blood-stained waves mean that people have money in their pockets; Since you have money, you have to spend it in restaurants, gambling dens, brothels and other gold caves around the wharf.

Most of the Bilgewater people start at the slaughterhouse, and if you want to make money, you'll have to put up with the stench of it.

The docks are already on the looser, with only a few Hook Gang members patrolling.

Yesterday she killed the Slut Ripper here, and because she didn't cause any damage to the docks, it was treated as an ordinary vendetta.

Therefore, the security of the slaughterhouse is still so lax, which makes it easier for Sarah to infiltrate.

Sarah crouched in a dark corner of the dock, the end of her trench coat already dragging on the slippery floor, dirty.

Huge crates were piled up randomly on the dock every ten meters, and under the cover of the boxes, she approached the slaughterhouse on the dock step by step.

Normally, a swarm of dock rats would follow the lone person, waiting for that person to get drunk and unconscious.

Each of these rats is the size of a dog shark, with smooth, shiny fur that resembles reflective shark skin, a streamlined body that makes them a good swimmer, and a shark-shaped mouth that makes it easy for them to catch food underwater.

If you don't find a rotting sea snake or some other kind of meat to lure them away, the infiltrator's location may be exposed by the rats.

But Sarah is surprised to find that there is no dock rat following her.

She touched her tail vertebrae, probably the skin armor scared the rats out of coming.

Sarah waited in the shadows for a moment as several patrolling gangsters wandered behind the slaughterhouse and disappeared from her view.

This means she has two minutes to dive in before they turn back.

She trotted all the way to the slaughterhouse with her leather boots on, speeding up as fast as she could without making too much movement. The echo of the waves crashing on the pier and the chirping of gulls in the sky would drown out her steps.

It took less than twenty seconds for her to reach the door of the slaughterhouse, which was adorned with a huge skeletal shield made of metal. She gave a gentle push to the wooden door, and then she noticed that it was locked.

The key was in the hands of the patrolmen, and it was naturally impossible for Sarah to grab it.

Fighting with several men, she, a weak woman, will inevitably use a gun, and using a gun will lead to more trouble.

So she pulled out her dagger, stabbed the tip of the knife into it, and began to pick the lock.

As a gunsmith who works with precision instruments, this is not a difficult task, and bounty hunters who want to go in and out of all kinds of dangerous places will not be able to pick locks.

This is a compulsory course, and the locks she has picked are not ten thousand, but eight thousand.