The wind was howling and the waves were hitting the reef, and although Trist didn't know how to escape from the chaos of the warehouse now, he couldn't help but feel happy when he looked at the rough panting breath of the bridge railing not far away, and as the sound of arrows and bullets from heavy guns and crossbows continued to sound behind him, Trist desperately jumped off the bridge railing, leaving only Graves's roar and the railing that passed by him to fall straight down. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind roared into his eyes, and the blurred scene around him made Trist can't help but squint his eyes, but his palm was firmly grasping the hemp rope that fell from the bridge, and his body was like a rag in the wind, and he rubbed on the hemp rope like a rag, and the blood flowed and the tiger's mouth cracked, but Trist still didn't let go at all, until finally when he used his last strength to finally grasp the ring at the end of the hemp rope, and stopped sliding slowly, only then did he curse with palpitations: "Graves~, you're a complete idiot!"

Scolding angrily, Trist looked at the water below him again, frowning slightly: "You shouldn't be able to die so high, right?" But his mother's is too high~, even if there is a loading platform fifty feet away from me below to try his luck, it is not so strong, even if he falls into caviar, it is better than jumping down and drowning and being fished up, whew~! ”

"Huh~?" Frowning and complaining, Triste's face suddenly rose with joy: "Lady Luck is really good to your believers today!" ”

Trist was delighted that under the rope he grasped in the palm of his hand there were exactly two steel cables connecting the platform to the Bilgewater establishment and the slaughterhouse, and the extremely noisy heavy winches drove the steel cables to transport the processed seafood to the market in hanging baskets.

And at this moment, there happened to be a hanging basket dangling in the direction of Trist, the hanging basket was rusty~ about the size of a wooden house, and the pulley at the top bit on the steel cable, like a clumsy hammer beating the strings of a giant beast, making a low wail.

That's it, the corners of Triste's mouth in front of the hanging basket instantly outlined a smile, but he only stayed for less than a second and froze together, just because he saw the things in the hanging basket, a whole big bucket ~ bubbling fish into the water, that is, the remaining things of the fish, such as fish face, shark back fin, fish belly, fish buckle, fish blisters and other scraps.

"My boots are worth a fortune and cost me months of income. Soft as tulle ~ tough as steel, using sea dragon skin from under the abyss, there are only three pairs in the world! Looking at the whole basket of dirty and unpleasant things to be disposed of, Trist couldn't help but look at the boots on his feet in great distress, but as the hanging basket got closer and closer, he instantly let go of his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Let all this~ die!" ”

Triste, who calculated the time to let go, happened to fall into the stinky big hanging basket, and the cold slime seeped through the gap at once, so that his body couldn't help but shiver, shook his legs, carefully took out the intact black hat from his arms, and said to himself in bitterness: "Forget it, at least the hat is still quite clean, phew~"

"Bang~~" vomited out a few fish scales disgustingly, Trist just poked his head out to look, and suddenly a familiar gunshot sounded in his ears, and the smelly hanging basket he was in suddenly burst out with an extremely harsh crunching sound, and slid down the cable rapidly, and at the moment before the hanging basket hit the ground, Triste, who had not yet reacted, was instantly thrown out by the strong wind shock, and then slammed into the ground.

"Bang~" The ground shook slightly, and the contents of the hanging basket fell down without saying anything. Fish gall ~ fish spleen ~ fish intestines countless filth rolled all over Trist.

"......" Trist's chest was dull and he opened his mouth to say something, and a fish bubble stained with slime twisted touched his lips and suddenly closed again, but he still struggled to get up and continue to escape, just because the dinghy on the water was coming, getting closer and closer.

Trist's eyes were blackened, and he dragged half of his body towards a small boat tied to the shore, and before he could climb halfway, the canopy was blown open by lead bullet, and the whole ship sank without a trace.

The boat shattered and sank, and Trist fell to his knees exhausted, the stench of his body suffocating him to the point of almost losing his breath.

Graves stood in front of Trist, looking him up and down at his embarrassed appearance, shaking the heavy gun in his hand and grinning with a big beard, and sneering: "Triste, you don't seem to be handsome now?" ”

Listening to Graves' ridicule, Trist slowly propped up one leg and tried to stand up, but he was still exhausted, so he could only look at him angrily and said, "Malcolm ~ Do you have a long memory?" Every time I think about how to help you, you're always ~ hiss, ah~ damn it! Can you listen to me~~"

"Oh, I've heard enough," Graves sneered again and interrupted Triste's words, ignoring the blood from the wound he had just had from the bullet that smashed the ground and splashed with rubble, slowly bent down and shook his fist in front of Trist, gritting his teeth and saying: "The biggest job in our lives, you didn't leave a word, and as soon as you turned around, there was no shadow, heh~ Running really fast, Triste?" Haha~"

"Didn't leave a word? I'm not telling you—" Trist was about to open his mouth when another shot was fired in front of him, and the grit slammed into his body, but Trist didn't care anymore at this point, and said solemnly, "I'm trying 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. You've never listened to me, Graves! ”

"Trist~!" Roaring and roaring, Graves' thick fist instantly smacked on Trist's cheek, and as Trist fell to the ground and squatted down to lift his dirty collar, he said angrily: "I said at the time, you just need to cover up, as long as you take a look, we can get out of the way~ and make a lot of money." But you ran away~ You left me and ran away alone! Yes~? You're so fucking dashing, ten years ~ ten years, do you know how I survived these ten years? You won't fucking know, you're a liar, a gambler~ Qian! ”

Trist, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and swollen with his cheeks, didn't say anything more, just because something in his eyes had completely dissipated at this moment, and he sighed in his heart and was about to close his eyes, but suddenly saw a light behind Graves, and in a flash, it was a flintlock pistol, and Planck, the overlord of the harbor, had arrived.

Trist didn't think about it for a moment, and with a flip of his wrist, a card that had just appeared in his hand flew straight towards Graves. And Graves also pulled the trigger.

The two looked at each other and neither spoke, until there was the sound of a scimitar clattering to the ground behind Trist, and Graves glanced at him before he stood up straight and lifted his gun and was about to scan at the crowd around him, but there was a sound of empty chambering, it turned out that Graves's shot just now was the last bullet in his gun!

"Ah~kill~!" Graves roared angrily, and rushed towards the people who were surging, raised the butt of his rifle and smashed the bridge of the nose of a guy in front of him, and then was quickly pressed to the ground by the others, and Trist, who had given up from exhaustion, was also pressed to the ground by the two minions behind him with their arms cut.

At this moment, everyone suddenly became quiet, an extremely ominous quiet, the walls of people were separated, and a figure dressed in a red coat strode over. It was none other than the King of the Pirates of Bilgewater ~ Planck!

Planck held an orange in his hand, and a very short carving knife in the other hand, peeling it unhurriedly, each stroke was neat but clean, his eyes swept over the blue nose and swollen face Graves and the smelly and filthy Trist, and asked in a low voice to the subordinates around him: "Boys~, do you ~ like bone carving?" ”

"......" responded silently, in the face of the fierce and brutal Planck, even his subordinates did not dare to make mistakes easily, no one knew what he really thought at the moment when he was moody and deep-minded, and Planck's words were also made them even more glad of their decision.

"Bring these two things to the ship! Puff~"