In the dark and smelly sewer, Margaret, curled up in a ball, slowly opened her eyes.
"Click" the copper pocket watch was opened, and she looked at the time on it, which showed that there were still 6 hours left before the final battle. Her eyes became more determined.
Today is the chance to avenge his family. Swan must die today!
"Wake everyone up, let's gather on the platform."
A shadow nodded slightly at her and then quickly disappeared.
Margaret walked silently in the darkness, and gradually more people followed her.
The extra people were all dressed like her, in gray robes.
No one spoke. The only sound in the tunnel was the flow of sewage and the sound of them wading through it.
A mouse squatting in the corner was holding a ball of black stuff, gnawing on it while secretly watching them.
The spacious pipes stretched in all directions. Margaret seemed to have walked through it many times before, moving quickly and skillfully.
Turning from one tunnel into another, a faint light came from the end of this tunnel.
When she came out of the tunnel, the view in front of her suddenly became clear.
Driven by the dark sewage, all kinds of filth gushed out like waterfalls, and at the end of all the waterfalls was a huge black hole like an abyss.
It leads directly to the sea and is the largest sewage outlet in the British Isles.
At this time, a huge platform was built above the black hole.
From time to time, people were walking out of the pipe and gathering on the platform.
There were both men and women in the crowd, and apart from the gray robes they wore, which were the same as Margaret's, they also had the same hatred in their eyes.
Margaret and the hundreds of people behind her stood silently in a corner.
Her hands clenched and relaxed, and she looked nervous.
When the entire platform was almost full of people, a loud voice exploded in the crowd. "Brothers and sisters!!"
Margaret looked up at the crowd. The person who was speaking was a man with a white beard and a worn blue and white sailor suit hanging loosely on his shriveled body.
The number of people standing behind him was the largest on the platform.
"We are here for revenge! Swan! He killed our family! He robbed our island! He is going to destroy everything we have!! He must pay!!"
Hearing this, everyone on the platform began to breathe heavily.
"Now! This day has finally come! In order to avenge our loved ones! We must abandon all concerns!! Personal lives are of no importance in this regard!! Revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
The murderous shouts echoed back and forth in the empty space, including Margaret's.
Whitebeard lowered his hand, and the voices quickly quieted down. His eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, and when he saw Margaret, he paused slightly.
"I'm sure you all already know the specific mission. Swan is now in the Governor's Mansion. We only have one chance, and we must succeed. Failure is not allowed. Finally, I warn you all, if Swan can survive this time, then no one present will survive. Dismiss!"
The entire crowd quickly rushed towards the sewer pipes that stretched in all directions, with a determined look in everyone's eyes.
As the crowd disappeared, the platform suddenly became deserted.
"Master Julio, they are starting their operation today, but the fleet of Hope Island is now at the edge of the island, and I am afraid something may change."
The wound, which was as big as a baby's mouth, twitched like a mouth. "Charles? Don't worry about him. This guy doesn't get along with Swan, he won't do anything. No, there's someone watching you at 9 o'clock!"
Whitebeard immediately turned his head and found a mouse peeking at him.
"Bang!" The peeking mouse exploded into minced meat in an instant.
Today, the heart of the British Isles is still very lively, with well-dressed men and women strolling on the streets.
There are no beggars from the port area, nor child laborers from the factory area. Even the prosecutors here appear to be well-mannered and refined. It is like a paradise on earth.
Margaret, who had changed into a long dress, walked between them.
The corset made of the ribs of a sharp-toothed fish made Margaret's already thin waist even thinner. With the support of her thin waist, her upper body looked particularly spectacular.
No one knew how Margaret had wiped away the horrible scar on her face, but her stunning appearance made the men around her stare at her sideways.
With a small bag on her shoulder, she looked like a typical aristocratic lady.
Feeling the familiar tightness in her waist, Margaret held back her tears as she thought of her mother who had committed suicide.
When she was a young girl, she had quarreled with her mother countless times because of this uncomfortable shaping garment. But every time she attended a banquet, she would wear it reluctantly under her mother's coercion.
Now no one was forcing her, and this time she was willing to do it.
"Sister, you are so beautiful." A boy with wide eyes ran over from the side, grabbed Margaret's sky blue folded skirt and exclaimed in amazement.
Just as Margaret turned her head to look at him, a young woman ran over with a puppy in her arms. "Sorry, the child is too naughty."
Margaret gave her a kind smile. "It's okay, your child is so cute, will you take him out to play?"
If you look closely at Margaret's eyes at this moment, you will find that there is no warmth in them.
Margaret's appearance not only attracts men, but also brings women closer. "Today, the three governors' wives are going to hold a tea art exhibition together. It's such an important event, so of course I have to come. I finally found the opportunity. Dear, are you also attending the tea art exhibition? You are so beautiful."
"Yes, I have been looking forward to this tea art exhibition for a long time."
Margaret responded with a smile, and soon the two women walked towards the Governor's Palace, talking and laughing.
When the two were about to reach the Governor's Palace, a car loaded with goods blocked their way.
Looking at the familiar faces sitting in the carriage, Margaret tightened her grip around the exquisite little bag.
"No large vehicles are allowed in front of the Governor's Gate! Stop!" the guard at the gate warned loudly.
Then the truck seemed to be stimulated, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly towards the gate of the Governor's Palace.
Before the car rushed out a few meters, a bloody hole had been made on the driver's head.
A tall guard was about to rush towards the car, but Margaret had already rushed behind him without him noticing.
The long white leg kicked him directly in the chest with an afterimage, and the man's chest instantly caved in. It looked like he was going to die.
Thanks to Xiaohongbaojiaozi for the 1000 reward!! Thanks to Wohaoshya for the 1500 reward. Thank you everyone.
(End of this chapter)