Graves' roar flew away along with the bridge railing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rushing to the face was a hemp rope hanging under the railing of the bridge - fell off the bridge and died? The bottomless abyss? I never actually thought about it.

The wind poured into my eyes, and everything became a blur.

Whereabouts.

Continue to fall.

The palms of your hands are suddenly hot! I subconsciously clenched my fists.

I almost screamed with joy. At the same time, there was a sharp pain in the palm of the hand, as if he was holding a soldering iron directly. I was like a rag, swirling in the wind and sliding. Eventually, I tried my best to pick at the ties at the end of the rope to stabilize my body.

I hung on the dangling rope, and my heart was palpitating, and I cursed.

I've heard that I can't die jumping to the surface of the water at this height, but I'd rather try my luck by jumping on a loading platform fifty feet away from me — even if I fall into a puddle of caviar, it's better to be caught up by drowning than drowning. Between me and the platform, there were two heavy steel cables, one going back and forth, connecting the slaughterhouse and the city of Bilgewater. Noisy, heavy-duty winches drive the steel cables and transport the processed seafood to the market in hanging baskets.

A hanging basket was dangling in my direction, rusty and about the size of a wooden house. The pulley at the top bit into the steel cable, like a clumsy hammer striking the strings of a behemoth, letting out a low howl.

That's it. A smile crept up the corner of my mouth, but it stayed for less than a second. Because I saw the contents of the basket - a whole big bucket of bubbling fish into the water.

My boots were worth a fortune and cost me months of income. Soft as tulle, tough as steel, made of sea dragon skin from under the abyss. There are only three pairs in the world.

Go to hell.

I counted the moment and jumped into the big stinky fish basket. The cold slime seeped through the cracks, and my boots ...... Forget it, at least the hat is still clean.

Suddenly, the broken gun went off.

The steel cable overhead broke in response.

The basket let out a very harsh creak and slid down the cable. Moments before the basket hit the ground, I was thrown out by the strong wind and slammed into the ground.

The ground shook, and the contents of the basket fell without saying a word. Fish gall bladder, fish spleen, fish intestines...... Overwhelming.

I struggled to get up and keep running. The dinghys on the water are coming, getting closer and closer.

It was dark in front of me, and I dragged half of my body towards a small boat tied to the shore. Before we were halfway up, the canopy was blown open by lead bullet, and the whole ship sank without a trace.

I fell to my knees exhausted. The stench was so suffocating that I couldn't breathe.

Graves stood right in front of me, looking at my embarrassed look. I don't know how he got down - yes, if he's still standing on the bridge, he's the hell.

"It doesn't seem to be handsome." He looked me up and down and sneered.

I bred one leg and tried to stand up: "What the hell are you, do you have a long memory?" Every time, I think, how can I help you, you're always-"

He shot me on the ground in front of me. The splattered rubble hit my calf bones and seemed to have a few more grains embedded in it.

"Can you listen to me—"

"Oh, I've heard enough," he interrupted me through gritted teeth, "the biggest job of our lives, you didn't say a word, and when you turned around, you were gone." ”

"Didn't leave a word? I'm not telling you—"

Another shot. The grit slammed into the face, but I didn't care.

"I tried my best to get both of us out. Only I could see that the errand was going to be yellow. But you didn't listen to me at all. I've never heard of it. "I subconsciously grabbed a card in my hand.

"I said at the time, you just have to cover up and we'll get out of the way and make a lot of money. But you ran! He said as he walked towards me. My old partner has become a madman under the torture of years of hatred.

I didn't say anything more. Something in his eyes completely dissipated.

There was a flash of light behind him—a flintlock pistol. Planck's most active men had arrived.

I didn't think about it, but as soon as I flipped my wrist, I threw the card over.

The cards flew straight to Graves.

He pulled the trigger.

The guy was knocked unconscious by me, and the pistol that had been aimed at Graves flew out of the way.

Behind me, another hapless minion collapsed, still holding a knife in his hand.

If Graves had been a second at night, I would have fallen.

We stared.

Old habits are terrible.

Planck's people are now everywhere. They stood in a circle and gathered around us shouting. We can't win against so many people.

But Graves doesn't think so. He sneered and raised his gun to fire.

But he had run out of bullets.

I'm too lazy to throw any more cards. Pointless.

Graves roared and rushed at them—what an old dog who wouldn't admit defeat. He raised the butt of his rifle and smashed the nose of one of the guys in front of him, and was quickly pinned to the ground by the others. Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and cut my hands behind my back. Graves was dragged to his feet, his face covered in blood.

Suddenly, everyone became quiet. An extremely ominous quiet.

The human wall parted, and a figure draped in a red coat strode forward.

Planck.

As he approached, I realized that he was much stronger than I had imagined, and that he was not young, and that the wrinkles on his face were like chisels.

He held an orange in his hand and a very short carving knife in the other, peeling it unhurriedly.

Every stroke is cleanly shaved.

"Say, boys," his voice rolled in his throat in a low voice.

"Do you like bone carving?"