Whether it is beauty or danger, few people can compare with Miss Doom in any aspect. As Bilgewater's most famous bounty hunter, her saga is built on countless bullet-riddled corpses and captured thugs. As soon as Billgewater's stinking docks and scavengers' shacks echoed with her trademark twin guns, the bounty notice on the bounty board was one less warrant.

Like most of the big names who have gained notoriety in Bilgewater's intricate and deceitful mysteries, Miss Doom has no shortage of blood on her hands. But this was not always the case, she was once called Sarah, the daughter of a famous female gunsmith, and the family of three lived happily and peacefully in the workshop on the isolated island. Sarah helps her mother in the workshop, installs the wheel latch, calibrates the trigger wheelbase, and even participates in the test firing of the gun. Her mother was a legend in the world of gunsmiths, and she had found many of her custom pistols in the collections of wealthy aristocrats. But from time to time, they will be remembered by some people who are more ill-intentioned and unscrupulous.

Among those who were interested in such a weapon was a promising Bilgewater robber named Planck. His prowess made him confident and conceited, and he asked Sarah's mother to make him a pair of pistols, which had to be unmatched. She eventually reluctantly accepted the order, and on the same day exactly a year later, Planck returned to pick up his twin guns. He wore a red scarf on his face, and he didn't want to pay for it - he had come to rob it.

Sarah's mother's twin guns are masterpieces of power, precision, and beauty. However, when she saw that Planck had become such a cruel pirate, she shouted at him, saying that the pair of spears was too good for someone like him to hold in his hands. Enraged, Planck snatched both guns and shot her with a weapon of her own making, then turned the guns on her husband and Sarah. Then, simply to pour out his malice, he set the workshop on fire, threw the pistol to the ground, and roared that since a man like him was not worthy of the gun, no one else should try to get his hands on it.

The "White Harbor" in Bilgewater got its name because every inch of the ground here is covered with white guano. This is the resting place of the dead. Bilgewater did not have the custom of burying the dead, they returned the dead to the sea. This sea is the cemetery. Corpses hung in the icy abyss, and hundreds of buoys floated on the water as tombstones. Some buoys simply have their names written on them, while others are carved by professional tombstoners into a tentacle sea monster or a plump ama.

In the corner of White Harbor, Miss Doom sits on an empty crate of ecstasy rum, her legs crossed, and a spicy, square-headed cigar in her mouth. She held a long snorkel in one hand with a half-submerged coffin attached to the other end, and in the other hand grabbed a rope that went around a rusty pulley and tied to the lid of the coffin. Her guns were securely in their holsters, within reach.

The moon glowed faintly, passing through the mist that filled the sea, staining the murky waters yellow with tobacco. Rows of scavenging seagulls stood on the crumbling roofs around them, wailing from time to time. This is a good sign. They have more perception of fresh corpses than any living being.

"It's time," she whispered, as a bald man in a scaly coat appeared at the other end of the narrow old alley. A flock of sharp-toothed dock rats followed him, expecting him to fall drunk and turn into fresh meat delivered to his door. This man's name is Jia Meng Kelo, a member of the Flowerface Gang. Every decent pirate has a tattoo, but every inch of Kilo's skin is tattooed. The clawed serpent, the name of his lover, and every ship he sank, every person he killed. His skin is almost the most complete criminal record.

He walked forward firmly, but his eyes wandered, and he quickly looked to the left and right, revealing the panic in his heart. His hand rested on his waist and he held a long knife with a blade studded with shark teeth. He also brought a firearm, a stubby carbine with glass-colored heat pipes around the barrel.

"Where is he?" Kilo asked in a commanding tone. "You said you would bring him."

"Hex carbine in Peel City?" She asked rhetorically.

"I'm asking you, slut!"

"You speak first," said Miss Doom blandly, as she loosened the rope in her hand, the pulley rolled, and the coffin sank a little more. "Mind you, I don't know how long this snorkel is, do you want your brother to suffocate to death?"

Kilo exhaled, and she felt his tense nerves relax.

"Okay,, this is Leather City's goods." With that, he pinched the trigger guard and pulled out his weapon.

"It's worth a lot of money," said Miss Doom.

"Isn't that nonsense?" He said with a sneer.

She loosened the rope for another stretch, and now that the coffin was all submerged in the water, it began to bubble outward. Kilo immediately raised his hands in relent.

"Alright! All right! He pleaded. Here's what you're getting. Please pull him up. ”

"Will you come with me?"

Kilo laughed helplessly.

"Do I have a choice?" He asked rhetorically. "You sank my ship and killed all my men. My family either went to an almshouse or went to jail. What exactly are you for? A stolen Hex gun? A bounty? ”

"I want both, and there's more. Satisfied? ”

"And how much am I worth, bitch?"

"Money? Five hundred silver snake coins. ”

"It's so big, just for five hundred?"

"It's not about the money, it's because you're working for Planck." Miss Doom said. "So I'm going to kill you."

"Kill me? Wait a minute, the bounty says to live! ”

"Yes, but I've never been very good at following the rules." Miss Doom let go of the rope and snorkel in her hand, and the coffin fell into the pile of dead in the deep sea, leaving a string of desperate bubbles. Calling out his brother's name, Kilo drew his shark tooth knife and charged at her. Miss Doom waited until he was in precise range, and immediately drew her pistol, firing a salvo of two guns, one in the eye and the other in the heart.

Miss Doom spat her cigar into the sea and blew out the muzzle of the green smoke.

"Just in defense," she smiled, thinking about how to make up a nonsense with the bounty teller. "The fool rushed at me like crazy, with a big knife in his hand. What can I do. ”

Miss Doom bent down to pick up the Hex carbine on the ground and weighed it in her hand. It's too light to her liking, but it's elegant and incredibly lethal. She thought back to the old workshop when she was a child, recalled the smell of gun oil and her mother's touch, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Then she sighed, cutting off her memories before the grief hit. She threw the Hex gun into the water and gave it to the dead. After all, the ocean deserves a share too. And she didn't talk nonsense, that gun was really worth a little money.

She stood up and paced back into the city of Bilgewater. She knew she should throw Kilo's body into the water as well. But the rats and seagulls haven't eaten yet, have they?

In White Harbour, fresh meat is a rare delicacy.