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 in isolation and lived happily and peacefully in the workshop on a lonely 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.

Sarah was awakened by the pain, her pale yellow hair was now stained red with her mother's blood, and two bullets were left on the left and right sides of her heart. She crawled out of the burning rubble, two broken pistols clasped tightly to her bloody chest. Her body healed, but a part of her spirit remained forever in her mother's ablaze workshop, and the blood-red color of her hair couldn't be washed off with no amount of soap — at least that's what people say. Nightmares and convulsions would torment her forever, but Sarah, obsessed with revenge, carried it all. During the years when the masked robber was on her way, she repaired her mother's twin guns, honed her skills, and found out about him through all channels. Until the day when she will be able to slash her enemies.

She took a boat to Bilgewater, and within minutes of stepping onto the docks, she had killed for the first time in her life. It was a drunken sailor with a gallon of Myron in his stomach and a head worth a big bounty. Sarah killed him while he was asleep, then dragged his body to the bounty board, and then tore down more than a dozen bounty orders.

Within a week, more than a dozen bounty orders were all delivered, and all the unlucky villains targeted by Sarah were either punished or sentenced. She quickly became a buzz in the taverns and casinos of Bilgewater, giving herself a new name, Miss Doom, to scare her prey with her prestige, while also hiding her true intentions with her fiery new identity. Planck would never have expected it to be her—just an ordinary bounty hunter, a handful of them on Bilgewater Street.

In the years that followed, Miss Doom's story spread farther and farther away, with each new story becoming more exaggerated than the last. She snatched the Siren from a captain with dirty hands and feet, drowned the boss of the Silk Pirates in a home-brewed rum barrel, and she even found the Slut Ripper's lair in the belly of a half-cut sea monster on the slaughterhouse and dragged him out of it.

Planck was still too powerful for her to openly challenge him, so Miss Doom continued to secretly vindicate herself, cultivating a small but loyal group of allies and lovers around her. All of these people will eventually be used by her to bring down Planck. But for Miss Doom, killing Planck directly is too cheap for him. Only by letting him endure the humiliation while watching everything he cared about turn to ashes could the blood-red-haired bounty hunter be satisfied.

The day has finally arrived.

Miss Doom has put everything in her mind to start an operation against Planck. A series of interlocking tactics have reduced the Abyss to a burning wreck in the docks, and the self-proclaimed "King of Bilgewater" has been overthrown. Best of all, everyone in Bilgewater witnessed his fall.

Now, with Planck deposed, the captains and gang leaders of every plundering ship in this port city are vying for his place.

The Battle of Bilgewater began.

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. 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.