Ender sat behind his desk, carefully counting the butcher coins that Watson had brought, rubbing his fingers vigorously on the surface of the gold coins, feeling the coldness of the metal and the value it represented.
What is valuable is not gold, but the value it represents.
The smile on his face became more and more ferocious, and Ender could hardly suppress the joy in his heart.
These butcher coins are simply a huge sum of money. After killing Watson, the Seahorse can turn around and return to the port of Rendona. Ender will take all the money on the ship to Old Dunling. This wealth is enough for him to
He bought a house in the richest area of Jiudunling so that he could live the rest of his life in peace.
The ecstasy of gold did not last long. Ender tried to control his emotions and calm down. He stuffed all the butcher coins back into the secret compartment under the drawer.
"One less person means one less person to share the money with."
He muttered in a low voice and picked up the pistol in his hand. This gun had been with him for a long time. Ever since he became the captain, Ender rarely fired with it. Rather than being a weapon, this pistol was now more of a weapon.
So a symbol of power.
"So, she should probably die."
Ender thought like this and stood up. He sent a sailor to kill Watson. It was just a weak and tired woman. He didn't think there would be any problem. But now that the sailor has not come back, it made him feel
Somewhat strange.
Ender's expression changed slightly. After the ecstasy, there was only coldness.
He remembered that there were many sailors present when Watson took out the butcher coins, and they also saw the butcher coins. Ender didn't know if they knew about the Lower City, but if anyone knew about this, then he should also
Understand that there is more to these Butcher Coins than meets the eye.
What if a sailor wants to betray him? Just like how he betrayed his captain? This is not impossible. Ender is very aware of the temptation of gold to a person, because he is a man who became a villain because of gold.
people.
So who will it be?
Ender's eyes were bloodshot. He stood in the corridor and walked through the hatches one after another. He recalled the sailors following him in his mind. Who among them would betray him?
His body twitched slightly, and even Ender himself didn't realize it. He became more and more nervous, suspiciously thinking about everyone's possibilities.
No... there is another possibility.
The assassinated sailor has not returned yet. Maybe he and Watson have reached an agreement? With the silver crown and the identity of this woman, maybe she has more butcher coins and uses these money to bribe the sailor?
Ender put his hand into his pocket, which was also filled with butcher coins. He rubbed the gold vigorously with his hand, as if it would reassure him.
Who will betray him?
The butcher coins collided with each other, and Ender lowered his head, only to see his face reflected on the golden metal surface, and his face was distorted by the gold into the appearance of a demon.
There is no need to think about who betrayed you, yes, there is no need.
Ender figured it out.
This Seahorse cargo ship, the gray business, all the gold, no matter what, this is Ender's own efforts. It was he who killed the captain of the previous generation. It was he who made today, obtained a steady stream of gold, everything
The crew are just parasites lying on his body, sucking his own blood and sharing their gold.
There is no need for him to give the gold to anyone, it belongs to Ender himself.
"Right, that is it."
Ender kept stroking the gold in his pocket to convince himself of his madness. He checked the bullets in his pistol, then picked up a short knife. His bloated and shaky figure slowly opened a hatch.
.
"captain?"
The sailor looked at the captain with a surprised look on his face. Ander almost never came to the cabin to see the sailors. But before he could say anything more, Ander raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
"No one can share my gold!"
Ender cursed angrily and punched several bloody holes in the sailor's body. Gunshots and blood flowed everywhere, until the smelly blood flowed into his nose, and Ender stopped.
He stared blankly at the gun in his hand, the broken body of the sailor, and the blood stains covering the entire wall...
Ender's expression froze together, then gradually melted, revealing a ferocious smile.
"One person is missing a penny."
he said greedily.
Ender had long been fed up with this terrible life, drifting around on the sea with a group of smelly sailors, doing business with a group of damn violent Vikings, and dealing with those hateful gangsters.
He has been living in danger for gold, but now the opportunity for change has come. As long as he swallows this butcher coin, he can live the rest of his life richly.
"poor guy."
A woman's voice sounded at the end of the corridor.
Watson wore a silver crown, his face was full of exhaustion, his arms were drooped, and he held a bloody folding knife in his end hand.
"Oh, you are here."
Ender raised his pistol and stared at Watson's silver crown.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You should be able to bring more gold, right?"
Seeing Watson still alive, Ander breathed a sigh of relief. He shouldn't have killed Watson. If Watson could come up with so many butcher coins, she must have some way of making money.
No one is satisfied with gold.
"Captain! What's wrong!"
A crew member rushed over, including sailors and the newly appointed chief mate. Everyone followed the sound of gunfire and gathered here.
Looking at these guys coming, Ender felt a chill in his heart. With so many people, he didn't have much confidence that he could kill them all... But now they probably don't know that they killed the sailor.
"She! She killed someone, I took the gun away from her hand, you stop her quickly! That's right! Don't kill her, we have to torture her!"
Ender shouted cunningly, and Watson's body was holding a folding knife, which was still stained with blood. In this emergency situation, listening to the captain's words, the crew easily believed Ander.
They passed Ender one after another and walked towards Watson with angry faces and murderous intent.
There are basically no good people among the crew members on this ship. Each of them has a human life in their hands, and the evil spirit surrounds everyone.
Watson didn't want to argue any more. She had to admit that after [Sublimation], not only could Watson be freed from the shackles of her body, but her way of thinking would also slowly change over a long period of time after she lost her body.
Some people always feel that after gaining certain powers, they are still themselves and have not been distorted by the power. In Watson's opinion, this is very ridiculous. Now she herself is a typical example.
Watson may still think that she has a trace of humanity, but being freed from the shackles of the body has made her ignore many things. Otherwise, her body would not be so tired now, and she would not be disgusted with the weak body.
Like larvae and butterflies.
To cross a long distance, larvae need to work hard to crawl, while butterflies only need to flap their wings and fly high. The two creatures have completely different ways of thinking and solutions to one thing, but they are the same species.
This is the difference between Watson and human beings, the difference between being [sublimated] or not.
There is no need for much nonsense. These evil people know what they have done. The sins on their bodies always warn them and make them carry weapons with them.
A dagger and a short stick, or a long knife and a pistol.
The men with guns did not fire. After all, Ender had spoken. He needed to live. The crew thought he wanted to punish this woman. In fact, all Ender wanted was gold.
The poison called gold completely spread in his body.
The distance between the two began to close, and one of the leading crew members raised a short stick and smashed it in front of Watson's face. This blow could completely defeat the woman. She would fall to the ground in pain, wailing, praying for pleasure.
of death.
It should... be like this.
This was the last thought in his mind. Although Watson was tired, it was the body that was tired, not the will. She moved the knife very quickly, like lightning passing by. When people saw the blurry light of the knife clearly
, the tip of the folding knife has accurately penetrated his throat, along with the spine behind it.
Pulling out the folding knife, the man fell down weakly, blood pouring out from the wound continuously, draining away the warmth of his body.
"Next."
Watson said coldly.
Her body was already very tired, so she had to conserve her strength as much as possible, and all attacks had to be fatal and fast.
The scene fell silent for a while, but then a shuddering anger arose, which not only failed to frighten them, but instead aroused their murderous intention.
The narrow corridor helped Watson a lot. They couldn't swarm up, picked up the folding knife, and stared at the trajectory of the weapon.
It's like dancing.
Watson's body began to become light, like a fish swimming in the water. She dragged the deadly folding knife and passed by the men's swings.
The corridor was so narrow that it would have been too crowded for two people walking side by side at the same time, but Watson just walked in and out of this short gap, twisting her waist and waving her arms, and she expressionlessly wrapped around the person in front of her.
Man, and then bring a lot of blood.
First, he ducked sideways to avoid the blow, and then the knife tip pierced the man's abdomen. Watson gripped the handle of the knife and strode forward. The wound split open from his abdomen and spread to his waist. He was then lifted up forcefully by Watson.
Most of the back was cut open.
"Kill her!"
The men screamed, but they could not find Watson.
The field of vision was covered with splashing blood, severed limbs and corpses were flying everywhere, and the fallen flesh and blood hindered the men's progress. Some people tried to open fire, but in this narrow corridor, the tall figures of the men perfectly blocked Hua Hua's progress.
raw body.
"Trouble, please give way."
Facing the bloody scene, Watson still looked calm.
The man in front of him looked at Watson, who was covered in blood. Under his cold eyes was the coldness of death. He was frightened and screamed in despair.
"It's so noisy!"
Watson was already tired and couldn't bear the sudden cry. She stabbed out her other hand, holding a dagger in her hand, and penetrated the man's throat directly from one side. Blood poured into the respiratory tract, killing him.
The sound is blocked.
At the same time, a sharp knife broke through the man's chest, killing him completely. It continued to pierce forward, pointing at Watson.
The man behind him finally found an opportunity to attack. Just as the captain said, one less person means one less money. He didn't care about his colleague's life and death, and pierced his body to launch a surprise attack.
There was a heavy corpse between the two of them. Watson tried to avoid it, but was tripped by the corpse under her feet. The sharp knife penetrated her chest and cut it all the way up.
"Damn, what's going on!"
The man cursed angrily. He firmly grasped the handle of the knife and tried to pull out the sharp knife to give Watson the final blow, but the sharp knife seemed to be stuck in the corpse and could not be pulled out no matter what.
Watson failed to fall. At the last moment, she grabbed the sharp knife to prevent herself from falling completely. The sharp edge cut her palm, but there was nothing she could do in this case.
Using the sharp knife as a point of strength, she dragged herself up, and then stabbed the folding knife into the corpse in front of her. The corpse blocked the man's view, and Watson responded with the same trick.
Cold death is imminent.
The heart was beating loudly, sending hot blood to all parts of the body. The man saw a slight bulge on the body, and then cold metal protruded from it.
"I saw!"
The man shouted loudly that he had won this duel, and easily dodged Watson's counterattack. He raised the sharp knife again, preparing to give Watson death.
Gunfire rang out.
Ender opened fire at the man, and the bullet penetrated his body and the body behind him. He kept pulling the trigger, one shot after another, until the man's body was smashed, and the body underneath it was also broken.
Became riddled with holes.
"Now it's between the three of us."
Ender picked up the pistol and loaded it. After loading the bullets, he looked at the people still alive beside him, a sailor and his first mate. There were only three of them left in the bloody corridor...probably.
There is a Watson.
"You, go check if she is still alive?"
Ender raised his gun and motioned to the sailor.
The sailor swallowed. The corridor was filled with corpses and blood, but he was not afraid. Just like Ender said, the more people died, the more money he would get.
But...can I guarantee that I will get the money alive?
He glanced at the first mate. The first mate's expression was stiff. He couldn't feel the ecstasy of gold. His thoughts in his mind were the same as those of the sailor.
What could he do? Ender held up his gun and with just two clicks, he could kill himself and the first mate. The sailor could only listen to his words and walked to the pile of corpses to look for Watson.
Ender backed away slowly, ensuring that both the first mate and the sailor were within his line of sight, and finally the gun fell on the sailor.
The sailors vigorously opened up the corpses one after another and picked up the bloody crowns from the blood.
The blood soaked into the silver-white gap, and it looked like a blood-stained white rose, with alluring beauty.
"Is she dead?"
Ender was a little disappointed when he saw the crown. He thought he would get more gold...but it didn't matter, at least he got the crown.
The sailor did not answer his words, but put the crown on his head. Blood dripped from it and scratched his cheek. The next moment he turned around suddenly and threw the folding knife in his hand.
There was a harsh sound in the corridor, and the folding knife slashed through Ender's throat like an iron nail, and was firmly nailed into the wall behind him.
First he was in a daze, and then he felt the pain coming from his throat. He raised his hand and touched it gently. The scarlet blood was extremely dazzling.
"you you……"
Ender was speechless. He held his throat and tried to prolong his life. He raised his pistol, but the second sharp knife was also thrown over, knocking off the pistol and piercing his palm directly. Then he pushed
The palm of her hand dug into his abdomen again.
The sharp knife cut open his pocket, and the golden butcher's coin fell out of his pocket and fell into a pool of blood, reflecting on his face.
"Gold...my...gold..."
Ender stretched out his hand and tried to touch them, but his vision began to dim, and the gold made bursts of mocking sounds, getting farther and farther away from him.
The body became sluggish, stagnant on blood and gold coins, and lost its vitality.
"Can you sail a boat?"
the sailor asked the only remaining first mate.
The first mate was covered in the coldness of death. He looked at the familiar face in front of him. He was wearing a blood-stained crown, and the look on his face was so unfamiliar.
A pair of tired eyes, this look is so familiar, the woman who was just killed had such a look.
"meeting."
"Can we make this ship work with just the two of us?"
“It’s a bit difficult, but you can try it!”
The first mate replied eagerly that he knew exactly what would happen if he couldn't do it.
"May I have your name?"
The sailor asked again. This question shocked the first mate and made him certain that the sailor in front of him was no longer the person he was familiar with, but that woman, a devil-like woman.
She brought an unknown amount of gold, causing the ship to sail to its death.
"Turk Brandi."
the first mate replied.
"Turk Brandi, this gold belongs to you now."
Watson glanced at the gold in the pool of blood and left without looking back.
The Seahorse continued its course on the sea, heading towards the home of thunderclouds and storms.