The pirates laughed wantonly.
Immediately afterwards, there was another round of gunfire.
The rain of bullets struck, making the fish-man slaves in danger like a boat in the wind and rain.
In an alley not far from the street, Clara looked at the murloc slaves who were fleeing in the hail of bullets on the street. In addition to the sound of gunfire, the harsh and wild laughter of the pirates could be heard in her ears.
She frowned deeply, and subconsciously used her fingertips to pinch out a large wrinkle on the important drawing in her hand.
It's not that he pities the fishman slaves, but he hates the atmosphere at this time.
Because her childhood experience made her understand a truth deeply.
There are good and bad fish people, and the same goes for humans.
The distinction between good and evil has nothing to do with race.
Bang bang!
There was another deafening gunshot.
But this time, the screams of two pirates before they died were followed closely.
Two shots fired from unknown sources killed the two pirates who were most cheerful with their guns.
Clara was startled, and with her excellent hearing, she found the two fleeting gunshots among the many sounds.
Looking around, I saw a masked figure walking quickly on top of the building.
"That is… ?"
Clara's eyes widened.
However, he saw the figure quickly put away the pistol, and then pulled out a long-barreled smoothbore gun from behind with one hand, swung the muzzle horizontally, and seemingly pulled the trigger without even aiming.
With the sound of gunfire, Clara moved her eyes and saw a pirate holding a rifled gun and aiming the gun at the fish-man slave falling to the ground.
"That person... is rescuing the fishman?"
Clara looked at the figure again, her eyes filled with incredible light.
Who is it
navy
Bounty Hunter
It can't be a pirate, right
It's even less likely to be a fish-man, right
Staring at the retreating figure blankly, Clara's thoughts were surging.
She couldn't think of anyone who would come to rescue the fishman in a place like this where dirty water was everywhere.
The person who fired the gun was Maude, who was always paying attention to the battle situation.
After seeing the fish-man slave successfully break out of the encirclement, he felt happy and quickly followed him.
Later, I saw pirates coming out of pubs or casinos on both sides of the street to join in the fun, using the murloc slaves as live targets to practice their guns.
"Dare you touch my prey?"
Without thinking about it at the time, Moder drew his gun and killed the three most cheerful pirates.
There was a scene that made Clara feel incredible.
Chapter 33: I, Arthur, never take advantage of others’ danger.
The fish people are saved in order to kill the fish people.
How could Clara, as a bystander, have imagined this wonderful logical relationship.
Therefore, she simply thought that Maud was trying to save the fish people.
While feeling incredible, what followed was confusion about Maud's identity.
On the long street, the fishman slaves who wanted to escape back to the sea also noticed this.
Someone is helping me
The fish-man fell into the same thoughts as Clara for a moment.
who is it
How could anyone help me in a place like this
The fishman shook his head violently. How could he have the time to think so much? He just kept his head down and ran for his life.
However, he is not a fool.
How could he continue to run down the long street after experiencing what it meant to be a living target
He suddenly turned around and ran towards the alley between the buildings.
The pirates who came out to have fun saw that the fishman slave had learned to be smart, and regretted that they could not fire a few more shots, nor were they stupid enough to chase after him.
Because they know very well that fish-man slaves are commodities at the Mad Hatter Town auction house.
When there are a lot of people, everyone has fun and fires a few shots, and everyone gets killed.
In that case, there is no need to worry about the auction house causing trouble afterwards.
As for helping the auction house capture fishman slaves alive
The risks and benefits are not proportional, and you will only do it if your head is kicked by a donkey.
Seeing the fish-man slaves escaping into the alleyway, the pirates who were joining in the fun turned their attention to the three companions who were killed by unknown persons, as well as the big fight in front of the auction house gate.
On the top of the building, Maude saw the fishman turning into the alleyway, a satisfied smile on his face under the mask.
This is right...
Mod's heart became hot at the thought of being able to verify whether the hunter's notes were also effective on the fishmen.
When the ability was originally designed, the original intention was to take advantage of the intelligence advantages of the time travellers.
Therefore, subconsciously, as its name suggests, Hunter's Notes is meant to be above "hunting" and "people".
In Mod's original expected prey range, there were no fishmen or giants.
But whether they are fish-men or giants, they are somehow related to [human beings].
Therefore, Maude felt that the possibility of it being applicable was extremely high.
As long as it is applicable, the prey category will be further expanded.
By then, the murlocs and giants would simply be prey with higher returns.
However, although the income is high, compared to the pirates all over the sea, the fishmen and giants are more like rare monsters.
Unless you go directly to their den, they are basically an existence that you can only meet but cannot find.
"The physical fitness of the fishmen is really amazing. They have suffered so many injuries and can still maintain such a speed."
Mord followed closely behind the murloc slave.
"If I hadn't killed those three pirates tonight, I might not be able to catch up now."
Seeing that the murloc slave's running speed showed no sign of slowing down, Maude was surprised, but very calm.
It's best to let the fishmen run around more like this.
First there is excessive blood loss.
Then the physical strength dropped sharply.
It will be much easier to take action after that.
Moder had seen the performance of the murloc slaves killing people in the crowd.
At this time, he was like a tired lone wolf waiting patiently for its prey, hanging tightly behind the fishman slave.
Considering that there might be someone in the way, Mod slowed down and reloaded his ammunition while chasing.
Even though the current physical fitness is not bad, only firearms can still bring a sense of security.
As long as the enemy is not one that can withstand bullets, Mod is confident to deal with it.
After being left like this for about ten minutes, the side effects of the fishman slave's injury finally began to explode.
First, he lost too much blood, causing weakness in his limbs.
This is followed by a noticeable sharp drop in speed.
Beware of accidents, Maude felt that it was almost time to take action.
He suddenly increased his speed, made several high-speed leaps, and landed in front of the fish-man slave.
The fishman slave was suddenly startled and stopped suddenly.
His body, whose limbs were weak due to excessive blood loss, could not support such a futile sudden braking action, and could not help but stumble forward.
Oops… !
The fishman slave's heart beat wildly.
To his surprise, the human in front of him did not take advantage of the situation to kill him.
In a hurry to stabilize his body, the fish-man slave gasped in fear and stared at the human who suddenly fell down.
His eyes passed over the dagger in the human's hand and the long-barreled muzzle protruding from his shoulder. He was suddenly startled, and immediately rushed forward regardless of physical strength.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
boom-
The fishman slave stopped abruptly again.
A lead bullet landed in front of his feet, and wisps of smoke rose upward.
"Stupid humans."
Seeing that Maude had emptied the only lead bullet in the musket, the fish-man slave felt reassured.
In this kind of terrain, what he was most afraid of was guns, so when he noticed the musket that Maud carried behind his back, he took the risk and launched a charge.
As a result, the opponent deliberately missed the bullet.
I don’t know the reason, and there’s no need to think too much about it.
The fishman slave was not in a hurry to take action at this time, and silently adjusted his breathing.
Using a lead bullet to stop the charge of the fishman slave, Mod threw aside the empty lead bullet [Usopp].
"Although you are a fishman, I, Arthur, never like to take advantage of others' danger."
Maude raised her head slightly, the eyes in the holes of the mask staring closely at the fishman slave's body.
"I see that your injuries are quite serious, and your breathing is disturbed because you are running for your life, so I will give you five minutes to rest."
“…”
The fishman slave's eyes suddenly opened wide.
I see.
No wonder the shot just missed deliberately missed.
Hmm, boring character.
This is what makes humans so stupid.
five minutes
It takes less than three minutes to adjust.
The fishman slave thought to himself and adjusted his breath accordingly.
How could he wait five minutes to regain his breath
Take action directly and leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Mod looked at the fish-man slave who was trying to regain his breath and said seriously: "I will not kill the nameless people with my sword. Tell me your name."
After saying that, he raised the dagger in front of him.
The fishman slave glanced at the dagger and couldn't help but sneer.