Chapter 33

"Karl, the Firearm Pirates have 32 members in total; 20 killed, 12 captured alive. We have no casualties. It can be called a complete victory!"

"This is all thanks to your contribution! If it weren't for your ability, how could we have taken down the Firearm Pirates without any injuries!"

"That's right! Long live Karl!" "Long live Karl!"

The recruits were extremely emotional and began praising Karl one after another, making Karl feel a bit embarrassed, after all, he really was just slacking off!

"Ahem, everyone, no need to be excited. Although I used my ability to assist you, in the end, it was you who took down all these pirates. This is not my credit, or any one person's credit."

"This is everyone's collective effort! The Navy will win! Justice will prevail!"

Karl was quite familiar with using this set of motivational tactics; he had encouraged his subordinates this way back at Branch 108.

Seeing the spirited expressions of his colleagues, Karl couldn't help but sigh that chicken soup really is the primary productive force for humanity!

Just as the Navy was cheering with arms raised, a middle-aged man walked excitedly toward Karl.

"Thank you! You Navy arrived just in time. If it weren't for you, the residents of our town would likely be in imminent danger!"

"You flatter me; this is what we in the Navy should do. Binz, take some men and return the treasures and other items stolen by the Firearm Pirates to the townspeople."

"Yes!"

Hearing Karl say this, the middle-aged man was even more moved to tears, thanking the Navy members one by one. The recruits all stood tall with their heads held high, full of vigor.

Ain walked to Karl's side, pointed at a group of pirates tied up like rice dumplings, and said, "How should we deal with this scum?"

"How else can we deal with them? Don't tell me you want to send these guys to Impel Down?"

Ain was stunned and asked with some hesitation, "You mean, have them all..." Then Ain made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Who told them to be pirates? If you're going to live this life, you have to have this kind of awareness."

Upon hearing this, the captain of the Firearm Pirates, Derman, shouted excitedly at Karl, "No, you can't kill me! I've already surrendered! According to Navy regulations, you cannot kill me!"

"That's right, you can't do this! We know we were wrong! We are willing to go to Impel Down to repent!"

The pirates were suddenly in an uproar; if they didn't surrender they would die, and if they did surrender, they would still die.

Didn't that mean the surrender was for nothing?

These few pirates actually understood Navy regulations quite well, but regulations are rigid, while people are flexible.

Ten-year veteran Karl wore a smile, slowly walked up to Derman, who was shouting the loudest, and drew his military saber toward him.

Derman subconsciously closed his eyes, and yellowish liquid seeped from his pant leg, gathering on the ground to form a black puddle.

Only after waiting for a long time did he feel no pain. He opened his eyes in confusion, only to discover that the rope binding him had been cut by Karl, and his hands were now free to move.

"Take it!" Karl picked up a pistol and handed it to Derman.

"Huh?"

Derman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trembling, not daring to take it.

The training camp recruits watching from the side were also full of confusion, not knowing what kind of trick Karl was playing.

"I told you to take it!"

Karl shouted loudly, aiming the pistol at Derman, as if he would shoot him if he didn't take it.

"I'll take it! I'll take it!!!"

Derman's back was already soaked with sweat; he raised his constantly trembling right hand and slowly reached for the pistol.

'Bang!'

A blood hole appeared in the center of Derman's forehead, his eyes full of confusion, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Captain!" "Boss!!!"

"Everyone saw it! He wanted to grab my pistol to attack me, so I shot him! This was forced self-defense!"

"When the time comes, don't go snitching on me to Master Zefa!"

The recruits present were stunned, then reacted, quickly echoing, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"Don't worry! Karl, we aren't those kinds of petty people." "That's right, we can all testify for you."

The pirates, however, looked as if their parents had died, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Karl.

This Navy man's heart is truly dark! He could have killed the captain directly, but he insisted on letting the captain die "reasonably." He really is... crying to death...

"This uncle, if I'm not mistaken, you are the mayor of this town, right?"

The middle-aged uncle nodded: "Yes, my name is Lajied, mayor of Spring Rain Town."

"Slap~"

Karl slapped the pistol into the mayor's hand, originally wanting him to decide the life or death of this group of pirates himself, but he didn't expect the latter to be startled.

"Ahem, Uncle Lajied, no need to be nervous." Then Karl whispered in his ear: "I'll leave this group of pirates for you to handle. I think you should understand what I mean..."

Lajied calmed down, turned his head to look at the tied-up pirates, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

"Don't worry! Officer, I will absolutely not let this scum go."

Karl patted the mayor's shoulder with satisfaction, turned his head, and shouted to the recruits: "Let's go! The Hunting Knife Pirates are still waiting for us!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The Navy that landed on Spring Island retreated like a tide, not taking a single cloud with them.

After the Navy left, the town residents who had survived the disaster turned their gaze toward the 11 tied-up pirates.

"It's you! You killed my husband and stole all the money in our house!"

One of the pirates had a flash of panic in his eyes and roared in shock and anger: "What do you want to do! I didn't do it on purpose, who told him to resist me!"

"I want you to pay with your life!"

A middle-aged woman with red eyes rushed toward a pirate wearing a yellow top, using a curved blade she had picked up to slash fiercely.

Blood splashed onto her face, but it could not alleviate the sorrow in her heart in the slightest.

On the way back to the training ship, listening to the occasional gunshots and screams, Karl smiled without a word.

This is the fate pirates deserve.