Chapter 352: Why?

The weather in the Endless Sea is always unpredictable. At noon, after a sudden, unprovoked rainstorm and gale swept past, the tyrannical scorching sun suddenly leaped into the sky, casting down intense light and rays that made one's eyes ache, shattering into billions of brilliant points of light amidst the waves of the sea.

Such a common sight had long since been ignored by anyone, and it was destined to be difficult to sustain.

Not long after, dark clouds slowly pushed forward in the gale. After the sky suddenly turned gloomy, the whole world became dim, and faint mist rose from the sea surface once again.

The world suddenly turned into the netherworld again.

Under the blowing of the gloomy wind, the rusty weather vane at the highest point of the drilling platform ruins made a creaking sound.

It is unimaginable to ordinary people that in this dangerous sea area with chaotic magnetic fields and constant raging waves, such a huge building could still exist.

Relying on the scrapped drilling platform, over the years, who knows how many slave laborers had expanded and built it day and night. Countless chaotic scaffolds fell into the sea, connecting with each other. Finally, on the vast ocean, they actually supported a small island that looked like a town.

A secret town that did not belong to any city-state and would never appear on any map, without pursuit or law, without treaties or any protection.

This is one of the few pirate paradises in the western part of the Endless Sea.

—Slut Town.

Expecting that group of uneducated water ghosts to come up with an elegant name was obviously a bit too difficult for their cultural level, which hadn't even finished prenatal education. The reason it got this name was simply because of the lewd fantasies triggered by the sharp hissing sound made when the gale blew through those messy buildings.

But in reality, this town was no different from a cunning slut who only cared about money.

Contraband, weapons, parallel import luxury goods, and even general merchandise—almost everything that could be found or couldn't be found on the market could be traced in the market here.

Those middlemen who had changed their identities stayed in dilapidated, rusty iron houses, but the transaction figures led by them were shockingly large.

Not to mention the supply and replenishment of fresh water, fuel, and weapons needed for survival. Even if the price was multiplied by dozens or hundreds of times, if there was no other way, they could only obediently pay the money and be slaughtered.

Even though the general quality of the pirates was only a lump of dung, and they couldn't be called kind, anyone who wanted to have some bad intentions would probably have to raise their eyes to look at the port outside before considering it, as well as the battleship retired from the Empire docked there, looking at its dark main battery and firepower, and even the countless modified ships around it filled with various weapons.

Think about the General's wrist, and the notorious reputation of the Blood-Washing Fleet!

Unlike the depression of the past, at this moment, the rough and simple port around was almost full of ships of all kinds.

Each ship carried some traces of battle damage to a greater or lesser extent, and when the crew on the deck looked at each other, they couldn't help but be murderous and gloomy, unable to see the intimate atmosphere of the captains being as harmonious as one family.

The so-called alliance of pirates is just like this.

Everyone is making a living on the Endless Sea, how could there be no friction and fire fighting? The leaders at the top could still hang up a smile to hide their foul language and malice, but how could the crew members who had pointed swords at each other not long ago give each other a good look?

Regrettably, they didn't fight.

Everyone pinched their noses, showing rare magnanimity, enduring for the sake of the public.

You know, ever since the barbarians in the Northern Frozen Soil once again sharpened their weapons last year, intending to fight the Battle of the Baihe again, no one had had a good life.

The Northern Cities spent a fortune this time, and the two sides fought to the death in the Baihe area of the Permafrost Zone, heads rolling, and the sea was dyed red.

While countless shipping routes on the sea were interfered with, the water ghosts were also poor and crazy, and even had already been involved—after all, the water ghosts on the sea these days all had sources to a greater or lesser extent, and their relationship with many city-states was unclear.

In order to strike at the forces of the Northern Cities and cut off supplies, the Northern fleet also scattered, plundering everywhere, chasing those water ghosts who dared to secretly support the Northern Cities to death.

Along with it, the South and West also became uneasy. After all, when they really started fighting, who cared where you came from...

Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, and life is hard to live.

If you want to have some hope, you always have to find some oil and water, find a godfather, ask for some openings, and ask for some leftovers to eat.

And as the host of this "Find a Good Dad" operation, the leading big dad is the undisputed hegemon of Slut Town, the "General" of the Blood-Washing Fleet.

Pacquiao Soto Giddens!

Compared with the notorious reputation and image of eating children and killing people and setting fires in the outside world, it is really hard to imagine that the real General is a somewhat withered and shriveled old man, with a scar left by a branding iron on his face, a bald head, full of age spots, speaking weakly, and sleepy.

Yet in the assembly hall, those unruly captains and water ghosts from all sides didn't dare to act presumptuously.

When those turbid old eyes glanced down, a hair-raising sharp brilliance would emerge.

"What does Ling Liu say?"

"Sorry, General, Sixth Master has been in poor health recently."

The representative of the Gray Port Wasteland Collection, the young man Ling Shuo with a full beard, smiled regretfully and responded in fluent Southern language: "Recently, things have been complicated, and Sixth Master really has no time to take care of other things. To show support, he specially sent us juniors with the fleet to boost the General's prestige."

"Fart."

Pacquiao glanced contemptuously, without any concealment: "Why? He wasn't like this every time in the past few years, right? Every time his mouth was open so wide, but he's not interested this time?"

"Sixth Master naturally has his considerations, but Chen Xingzhou is not a soft persimmon... Besides, there is a mad dog in Quancheng." Ling Shuo sighed regretfully: "Last time, that waste in Lingzhou acted on his own, causing Sixth Master to lose such a big face, almost attracting the reprimand of the Leader, so he naturally doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

However, before coming, Sixth Master ordered—if the General is interested, he is willing to help you contact various places and provide assistance on your behalf.

As for the reward..."

He paused, raised two fingers, and smiled honestly: "The share remains unchanged, just two percent will do."

Once the words were spoken, the entire assembly hall was completely silent.

Before Pacquiao Giddens could speak, countless captains and water ghosts stood up and scolded angrily—are you crazy? You motherfucker, laundering money, contacting supplies, and beating the side drums, and you want to take two percent from the profit?

Why don't you go die?

Ling Shuo naturally didn't show weakness and retorted.

For a time, there were those who fanned the flames, those who provoked, and those who watched the fun with yin and yang. The entire assembly hall became a pot of porridge again, until a crisp knocking sound came from the top.

Pacquiao knocked on the crutch in his hand.

Instantly, all the noise disappeared without a trace. In the silence, violent spiritual quality fluctuations spread. In those dim and old eyes, scarlet light suddenly emerged, ferocious and cruel, like a demon appearing, making everyone silent like cicadas in winter.

Just like that, in the silence, Pacquiao turned his head and looked at Ling Shuo, his smile unchanged, still kind: "How could a kid like you make the decision for this kind of thing?

If Ling Liu wants to take two percent, he naturally can, but... he has to come and tell me in person, understand?"

For a time, Ling Shuo was silent. Under the gaze of those eyes, he couldn't help but sweat profusely.

He didn't speak again.

The meeting continued. Under Pacquiao's indifferent gaze, the ideas of all parties were integrated—a new grassroots team called the 'Slut Town Pirate Group Rainy Season Special Plundering Operation Command Center' was finally set up.

Just at the end of the meeting, someone walked in hurriedly, bent down, and whispered in Pacquiao's ear. Pacquiao smiled and nodded, and knocked on the crutch again.

However, this time there was no previous biting chill and ferocity, full of warmth.

"It just so happens that the child Jonathan is coming back, let me introduce him to everyone."

He greeted everyone to stay and said slowly: "I don't have many children, Jonathan is the most promising one. A few months ago, he just advanced to Rebirth. Maybe some people don't know him yet, but this time I plan to let him represent me to preside over this activity.

Everyone is an uncle, please give me some face when we meet on the sea in the future, and take care of him."

"Hi, look at what you said!"

"The waves behind the long river push the waves in front."

"I watched that child Jonathan grow up, and I can tell he will have a future!"

"Maybe everyone will have to rely on him to take care of them in the future."

In an instant, flattery continued, and gongs and drums were loud. Seeing that the old thing was going to push his successor to the top, everyone naturally praised together, racking their brains to say some good words.

After all, fancy sedan chairs are carried by people, and saying a few nice words won't lose a piece of meat.

But suddenly, the smile on Pacquiao's face disappeared without a trace.

That shriveled and old face, the darkness and ferocity emerging in his eyes, was even better than before, making the entire assembly hall shake and sway.

And he had already looked out the window.

Indignant and difficult to calm!

In the thick sea mist, a familiar ship gradually emerged.

Before approaching, in the radio channel, it was reporting the situation according to the usual practice and the port verification secret language. It's just that for some reason, the current sound was a bit loud this time, with constant interference, making it difficult to hear clearly.

The black supervisor guarding the monitoring tower checked repeatedly and finally heard a familiar voice.

"Everything is normal, about to dock."

It's just that for some reason, the voice was always trembling, distorted, and difficult to be clear.

Moreover, it kept repeating, repeating, repeating, and repeating... until countless chaotic words were stacked together, turning into hair-raising screams and cries: "Everything... everything is normal... nor-nor-nor-normal... save... dock... dock dock dock... help... report to the tower, everything is normal, normal, help, save me... normal... ahhhhhhh!!!!!"

In the end, a harsh scream suddenly erupted.

The sound of screaming and wailing kept roaring, crying and sobbing, cursing or praying, chaotic and unspeakable. Only the gloomy chill echoed in the channel, saturated with resentment and despair.

And when the scorching sun rose after the dark clouds dissipated, after the thin mist dispersed, everyone finally saw...

That ship full of holes and cracks.

It was like being rudely dug out of its internal organs and eyes, leaving only an empty iron shell full of cracks, relying on the last bit of fuel and residual power, the ship full of rust traces spun around, slowly drifting towards Slut Town.

On the hull, there were dried blood stains everywhere.

And on the deck, there were remains that had long since rotted and swollen in the high temperature, empty black eye sockets facing the scorching sun, and on the broken faces, curved cracks extended to both sides, as if laughing exaggeratedly.

And the most eye-catching one... is the figure on the verge of death on the bow.

Hanging in mid-air by chains, already on the verge of death.

It was as if he was afraid that he would die in advance, there were agents hanging beside him, intravenous injection, slow drip. The tears had already flowed out.

Only the struggle and despair engraved in his bones remained. At this moment, seeing Slut Town in sight, he couldn't help but struggle again, making woo-woo sounds.

But rather than excitement, it was more like fear.

Just want to escape as soon as possible...

Regrettably, it was already too late.

A bloody big hand appeared out of thin air, reached out, grabbed the Colonel Jonathan hanging in mid-air, broke through the air and returned, and smashed him onto the floor of the assembly hall.

Instantly, he fainted, but more regrettably, even his father didn't have any tenderness left at this moment, the blood flames burned and pierced rudely, forcibly waking him up.

Feeling the countless wounds and dying life in his body, the soul full of fissures and the empty soul, Pacquiao's face became colder and colder.

Without him asking again, Jonathan had already roared and screamed in torture, crying and squirming, pulling his trouser legs: "Father, Father, it's not me, it's all that artisan... it's all Ji..."

At that moment, something rolled out of his arms.

!

It was a human head.

In the crowd, there was a gasp of cold air. Who couldn't recognize that face? It was Tu Sihai, who was responsible for money laundering and planning in the Blood-Washing Fleet!

For a time, the sound of saying goodbye and leaving continued, everyone found various excuses to leave, saying their father died, their mother gave birth, or their old wounds recurred. Those who stayed at this time were probably not wanting to die.

Unfortunately, it was still too late.

There was still spiritual quality remaining in that carefully prepared and fresh-kept head. Under the careful processing of alchemy, the moment it was touched, it released the information stored within it.

Blurred images appeared from the floating light of spiritual quality.

Then, there was a sigh.

"Really sorry, I don't want to."

"I hate dead children, especially adult giant babies like you... If you want to die, please die outside Haizhou, don't run in front of me and be an eyesore..."

Such gentle words echoed in the assembly hall, ringing in everyone's ears. Even if they were already outside the door at this moment, the sensitivity of the Chosen Ones was so tragic that they couldn't help but hear it.

"It's not me, Father, it's not me, I, I I..."

At this moment, in the torment of blood flames, Jonathan twitched uncontrollably. I don't know where the strength came from, he begged with tears and snot, but the more he spoke, the more twisted and bizarre his expression became.

The suggestion planted last before the blessing 【Ghost Obsession】 collapsed was activated, manipulating him like a puppet, making him make sounds involuntarily.

"He, he asked me to tell you... he said... he said..."

Jonathan howled, crying, but couldn't cover his mouth. Between his missing fingers, what was finally conveyed was the indifferent warning from far away in Outside Xinquan:

"—My things, don't you dare touch them!"

Boom!

At that moment, amidst the loud noise, Jonathan suddenly shook. Under the knocking of the iron staff, he turned into flying ash, his body and spirit destroyed.

No traces left.

But immediately after, it seemed that some chain reaction was triggered...

The vast sea shook, and in the howling gale, everyone heard the terrifying loud noise coming from near the port!

It was that dilapidated ghost ship, which suddenly burst at this moment—flames soared into the sky, and countless phlogiston fell like rain, pouring and scattering on Slut Town. Suddenly, smoke rose everywhere in the whole town.

Wailing continued.

Even several ships docked at the port were involved, triggering the screams of the ship owners and water ghosts like mourning for their parents.

The entire Slut Town suddenly fell into chaos.

But from beginning to end, General Pacquiao was silent, speechless, only the shameful scar on his face left by the branding iron gradually turned blood red, as if it had seeped blood again...

At this moment, when looking down at the afterglow beneath his feet, there was no light in his eyes.

Pitch black.

After a long time, he finally squeezed out a sound from his teeth, hoarse and gloomy:

"Ji Jue..."

The attack suffered by Slut Town and the shame suffered by the General spread among many water ghosts in less than half a day.

In this day and age, can't everyone afford a mobile phone and use a radio?

With such a big thing, with so many people watching, how could there be no wind? Not to mention that some people were afraid that there wouldn't be enough fun, fanning the flames behind their backs, making it noisy for a while.

Describing Pacquiao's angry appearance vividly and incisively.

Afterwards, the preparation and expansion of the Blood-Washing Fleet began again, without any concealment, sharpening weapons and preparing military supplies... In this day and age, not only people on the right path will care about their reputation, even pirates care.

Notoriety is also a name.

Even more important!

But if this hatred is not reported, then the so-called Blood-Washing General is just a joke.

I'm afraid he will have to change his name to Clown Pacquiao in the future, so that everyone can pee on his face when passing by.

And in the afternoon of that day, Chen Xingzhou's phone call reached Outside Xinquan.

"You played a bit too big this time."

He sighed: "In the Wasteland Collection, your bounty has already been hung up, and the price is not low. I am moved when I see it. This time, you have forced that old thing into a hurry, and the scale is even larger than before."

Outside the workshop, Ji Jue looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled silently.

"Is the Dragon Head here to persuade me to turn back?"

After a slight pause, he asked curiously: "Or, do you plan to follow the bet?"

"Hey, it's you kid after all..."

Chen Xingzhou grinned, as if patting his knee, happy: "You plan to drag me into the water. Planned it long ago? Afraid it's too good to be true, aren't you worried that I won't take the bait?"

To this, Ji Jue said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you stay out of it, but are you sure you won't follow?"

Such a good opportunity, placed in front of Chen Xingzhou.

A newly appointed Dragon Head, a representative of the Yacheng Wasteland Collection, how can he better establish his authority, and even expand his scope... Is there any better way than a struggle that kills heads and fights to the death and the final victory?

Now Chen Xingzhou has invested in Haichao Industry and is tied to the entire Haizhou. Things like Lei Wuye's lack of virtue and conscience in the past must not be done again.

Not only can it not be done, but it must also stand out clearly to oppose these water ghosts coming ashore, issue a warning, and tell them that those who cross the line will die.

Now that Ji Jue has sent such a good opportunity to him, can he not be moved?

To this, Chen Xingzhou could only sigh:

"It's a pity you didn't do Bai Lu."

"Tian Yuan said the same thing." Ji Jue shrugged and sighed regretfully.

Since everyone has feelings and intentions, naturally they are affectionate and hit it off, no need to carry out extra forcing and testing. Chen Xingzhou said decisively: "Old Lin will bring people over tomorrow, I have ordered, everything listens to your instructions."

Ji Jue smiled: "Thank you for your support."

"Own people, why be polite?" Chen Xingzhou's tone became warmer: "It's just that, ugly words are said in front, the Wasteland Collection's belongs to the Wasteland Collection."

"Just said own people don't be polite, and now you are calculating accounts?"

Ji Jue shook his head and sighed, but didn't refuse, just told him: "The Wasteland Collection's belongs to the Wasteland Collection, and the Security Bureau's belongs to the Security Bureau."

So, Chen Xingzhou understood:

"The rest belongs to you?"

"What do I want those garbage for?" Ji Jue shook his head indifferently: "There are still useful things in the junk, please ask Chen Yubo to clean it up for me, I have no interest."

"... Then what exactly do you want?"

"Yeah, what do I want?"

He sighed, looking at the rain and haze in the sky, as if thinking, and laughed.

"I want them to die."

Die, die, die, die, die!

What he wants is just that simple.

Why can a bunch of water ghosts from nowhere run rampant, treat Outside Xinquan as a back garden, and take whatever they want?

Why did I work hard, and finally build the foundation and frame on the ruins of Quancheng, but a random dog-shit general from nowhere wants to make me kneel and beg for food?

Why, the hope and soil left by Tao Gong after exhausting everything and burning his soul, should be so contemptuously trampled by such a bunch of garbage?

And why, you bunch of waste snacks, come to me to be an eyesore and annoying?!

Just like the original sin of the Ember Wasteland.

The so-called artisan is like this, whether base or noble, from the bones carries arrogance and self-esteem, and even—self-righteousness!

Admittedly, there are too many, too big, too chaotic, and too miscellaneous things in the world. Ji Jue, a small artisan, doesn't count, and the distance is too far to be counted.

But if it is limited to this small wasteland of Haizhou...

This wasteland matter, that bunch of waste can do, can't I do it!

So, Ji Jue reached out his hand.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 353 =====