Chapter 271: Chapter 271: The Muzzle
One of the pirates walked straight toward the junk storage area where Kuzan was hiding! His gaze swept over several wooden crates, finally landing on the one Kuzan was in.
"This one looks alright!" he muttered, reaching out to grab the edge of the wooden crate Kuzan was inside.
Inside the box, Kuzan’s blood froze instantly! Extreme fear seized him; he even forgot to tremble, his heart nearly stopped, and his mind went blank. He could only wait in despair to be discovered, dragged out, and end up like those corpses on the street... "Wait, this one’s too small, it won’t hold much." Another pirate walked over and patted the large wooden crate next to Kuzan’s, "Use this big one! Put that small one aside."
"Alright." The pirate holding Kuzan’s box let go and turned to lift the larger empty crate with his companion.
Kuzan had just brushed with death. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his ragged undershirt, and he collapsed at the bottom of the box in exhaustion, with nothing but the thunderous sound of his own heart beating in his ears.
However, the bad luck wasn’t over. The pirates carried the large crate to the pile of treasure and began roughly stuffing the looted items inside.
Clang, clang, clang.
Before long, the large crate was full. A minor leader took a look and pointed at the wooden crate Kuzan was hiding in: "Bring that one over too! There are still some odds and ends!"
The pirate from before walked over again, this time without hesitation, and picked up the entire wooden crate Kuzan was hiding in!
Kuzan was tossed around inside the box. He desperately used his hands and feet to brace against the walls, biting his lip hard, not daring to make a single sound.
He could feel himself being carried for a distance and then heavily placed on the ground.
Immediately after, the lid was slammed open!
Blinding light flooded in, and Kuzan was scared out of his wits. But fortunately, the pirate carrying it didn’t look at the bottom of the box at all.
The pirate just nimbly grabbed a pile of treasure nearby and dumped it all into the box with a "clatter"!
"Thud!"
Kuzan only felt his vision go dark as a hard piece of gold struck his forehead heavily. Intense pain flared, and warm liquid immediately flowed down.
Following that, more treasure rained down on him. He didn’t even have time to let out a groan before losing consciousness under this sudden "rain of treasure."
The lid was closed again. This wooden crate containing a "fainted boy and miscellaneous treasure" was categorized by the pirates as loot waiting to be transported.
Soon, the small box containing the town mayor’s "treasure" was also casually tossed into this crate by the pirate Captain, landing right next to the unconscious Kuzan’s hand.
The box popped open upon impact, and a blue fruit rolled out, quietly lying beside Kuzan’s blood-stained cheek.
The Burning, killing, and looting finally drew to a close.
The fully loaded pirates began shouting, transporting crates of "loot" back to their pirate ship.
The crate Kuzan was in was also lifted by two pirates, moving swaying towards the harbor.
As the Pirate Crew passed the slums in the Rust Nail Nest junkyard, one pirate yawned out of boredom.
His gaze swept over the deathly silent, dilapidated shantytown. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and nudged a companion who was wiping a new gun with his elbow.
"Hey, look over there, next to that rusty tin house... isn’t that a target? Do you want to try out your new gun?"
The pirate wiping the gun was a sniper. Hearing this, he lazily raised his new gun and looked through the scope.
In the lens, the figure of a hunched old man appeared, leaning against half a tin barrel, seemingly working hard to dig for something.
The ragged clothes with a black-and-white circle pattern on the old man were particularly conspicuous in the scope.
"Oh? It really is... Someone’s actually wearing a target suit? Then I must give it a try. This is fate~" A cruel and bored curve formed at the corner of the sniper’s mouth.
The old man seemed completely unaware of the impending death, still focused on his meager "harvest."
The sniper held the gun steadily, his breathing calm, and his finger rested on the trigger. He had no pity, nor any emotional fluctuations, just like shooting an insignificant target at a range.
"Bang—!"
A crisp gunshot rang out, cutting across the sea and entering the deathly silent slums.
In the scope, the old man’s body jerked violently, and a burst of eye-catching blood bloomed on his back.
The item in his hand dropped, and his hunched body slowly slumped over, no longer moving.
Blood quickly stained the dirty ground beneath him, also soaking that ragged target suit.
The sniper blew at the non-existent gunpowder smoke at the muzzle and smiled with satisfaction: "The aim is pretty good. This gun is nice."
The Pirate Crew gradually moved away, leaving the Burning Gray Bream Town and the silent, deadly Rust Nail Nest behind... In a certain clear sea area of the South Blue, the St. Freya was sailing at a steady pace.
The afternoon sun was generously sprinkled on the deck, and the sea breeze was gentle, blowing against the sails.
After the tragic battle at God Valley, this voyage to the South Blue was unexpectedly peaceful, even pleasant. Zephyr, who used to follow Charlotte Linlin closely, surprisingly did not appear this time.
Charlotte Linlin was currently lying on Gerd’s lap, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.
But this tranquility did not last long.
Charlotte Linlin’s half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open, her purple pupils looking toward the distant horizon. It wasn’t Observation Haki sensing hostility, but a... smell of smoke? A scorched and dusty scent mixed in the sea breeze.
Charlotte Linlin stood up gently and patted the lap behind her head; Gerd rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Linlin?" Gerd asked in confusion.
"There’s something going on over there. Send some birds to take a look. If nothing unexpected happens, it’s another day of stealing the Marine’s job." Charlotte Linlin stretched and said lazily.
Gerd understood. Several sea bird statues on the railing suddenly jerked, a faint light glowing in their eyes.
"Go, see what happened on that island," Gerd commanded softly.
"Received~ Received~" Several sea birds let out strange cries and then flapped their wings to fly high.
The relaxed atmosphere on the deck had long since dissipated. The Crew members spontaneously began checking their weapons and organizing their equipment, even though Charlotte Linlin hadn’t issued any orders yet. But having followed Charlotte Linlin for many years, they all understood her temperament.
Soon, those sea birds flew back and landed on Gerd’s outstretched arm.
"Linlin, it’s a pirate raid. And it’s already over. The pirate flag... isn’t familiar. It should be a local Pirate Crew from the South Blue."
After hearing this, Charlotte Linlin’s face showed no expression. Her pink-purple long hair moved without wind, and a flash of cold severity passed through her eyes.
Seeing injustice on the road? Drawing a sword to help?
Perhaps it could be put that way. But Charlotte Linlin preferred to call it—finding that group of scum unpleasant to the eye.
Bullying the weak, Burning, killing, and looting, wantonly inflicting pain and despair on those powerless to resist... Such behavior, whether by pirate standards or human standards, made Charlotte Linlin sick.
Charlotte Linlin’s power might not be able to save everyone in the world, but since she had encountered them, then this group of scum who ran into her muzzle could only be considered unlucky.
"Gerd, full speed ahead. Target: that island."
"Yes!"
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