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?" asked Kilo in a commanding tone. "You said you would bring him. ”

"Leather City's Hex Carbine?" 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!alright!" he begged. "Here's for you. 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 the hell are you for? A stolen Hex, a bounty?"

"I want both, and there's more. Are you 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. With that, Miss Doom let go of the rope and snorkel in her hand, and the coffin fell into the pile of dead people in the deep sea, leaving a string of bubbles of despair. 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.

"You've got to deal with that arm. Aloy said.

ShortStory

Deep-Sea Titans

Notilus

Deep-Sea Titans

Notilus

To understand the legend of Notilus, one must first understand this man, who is indeed a human in even the most exaggerated tavern tale stories.

Although the tide has long since taken his real name, many people remember that Notilus was not only a sailor, but also a salvageman. In the southernmost part of Blue Flame Island lies a ship's graveyard, where the fleet is said to have sunk in search of a blessed island in exchange for the secret of eternal life. On a clear day, one can see the flickering light of the ship's graveyard from the water. Many fleets are looking for someone to salvage these lost treasures, but no one can match the muscular Notilus.

A breath is enough for a galleon to lose the wind, so he prefers freediving. Although he always brought back a considerable amount of gold and jewels from underwater, he did not ask for any special reward - only that the captain must throw a coin into the sea before each voyage as a tribute to the vast expanse of the sea. This is of course a sailor's superstition, but many fleets that sail far away will pay tribute in this way, asking for a safe home.

After several years of salvage, this lightly earned fortune gradually bottomed out, and each time it was launched, the harvest became smaller and smaller. Until one day, everyone found that the entire fleet had been transferred to the next family, even with people and ships.

On the day the new captain boarded the ship, the dawn was as red as blood. He came from a foreign port and brought with him a large diving suit made of brass and iron. He had his eye on Notilus - in fact, he bought the boat for Nautirus. The captain had clearly taken a fancy to a particular shipwreck, which was shrouded in darkness even on a sunny day. The wetsuit can withstand the pressure of the seabed longer than any human, enough to clean up the eerie shadows.

The crew felt that it was better to have work than to starve, so Notilus was stuffed into a diving suit, which weighed down the wooden deck and groaned. That's when he realized that the crew didn't have the money to pay their tithes. Panic choked his throat. The captain of the alien laughed as he watched as Notilus was released into the water. He assures the crew that whatever the secret that Lady Beard is hiding, it will make them rich overnight. The stupid tax will have to wait until Notilus comes up.

Natilus sank into the sea, the light above dimmed, and everything was silent, except for the sound of his breathing echoing in his iron wetsuit. Then, something poked out from the depths and dragged him down. For the first time, Nautirus felt fear gripped his heart like a solution. Below this is not some treasure that the captain longs for, but some kind of terrifying power that sleeps. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Strongest Scholar Corpse Kun System Claw Book House" for free for the first time.