Chapter 03: Chapter 3 Let’s play a game

Chapter 3 Let’s play a game

beep—

A sharp whistle suddenly broke the silence of the night.

"There's gunfire, there's gunfire on the lower deck!"

"Emergency! Emergency!"

The quiet warship quickly woke up when the urgent whistle sounded, and the lights on the ship's deck pierced the darkness.

Brigadier General Brownie, who was originally sleeping soundly, silently crawled out of the bed, picked up the scimitar beside the bed, and his stern face was full of dissatisfaction.

The officer who disturbed his sleep was frightened and turned pale. "Report to His Excellency the Brigadier General, there are gunshots coming from the prisoner deck."

"Did you find out who fired the shot?"

"Um... the passage to the lower level is blocked, and a lot of ammunition is missing. It's an emergency, Brigadier General!"

Brownie was silent for a while. He was very angry and wanted to scold his men, but he also knew that such venting would be useless.

He stood up solemnly, but his nearly two-meter height still felt a bit oppressive.

"Since we don't know who did it, let's kill half of the bastards at the bottom first."

"This is to commemorate my precious sleep time!"

Browne had already been critical of the prisoner transport process.

In his opinion, the best way to deal with these extremely evil pirates is to execute them directly.

……

“Three seconds to react?” Buggy tapped his fingers a few times, silently calculating the time from the gunshot to the navy’s reaction.

It's ok.

Of course, a reaction is a reaction. It may take another ten minutes to send people to investigate the situation. After all, he left a lot of gifts.

The exterior of the warship is made of steel, but the interior is still arranged like a large wooden sailing ship. The main deck is divided into four floors from top to bottom, and the second deck is the rest and living room for the marines.

The third deck is the cargo area, and Baki, Arne and Moussa were also thrown into this area. It is not known whether it was because these three were too weak or there was not enough space on the bottom floor.

The fourth deck is the bottom deck. The space from the deck to the bottom of the ship, that is, the cabin, is the most claustrophobic part.

Most of the criminals to be escorted are placed in this area.

Bucky was barefoot on the damp wood, his left shoulder empty, his right hand holding a pistol.

From time to time, put the barrel of the gun against his cheek.

The residual heat above dissipated quickly.

His footsteps were neither hurried nor slow.

pat-

In the claustrophobic lower cabin, the footsteps seemed to step on the hearts of all the criminals.

Arne was in a hurry.

Damn it, this madman fired three shots, and the entire ship knew that there was movement among the prisoners on the lower level. How could he not be anxious? !But when he really walked into the cabin on the lower level, his body became hunched like a quail.

The metal cages in front of me are of different sizes.

The big one was four or five meters high, almost reaching the deck, and the small one was only about two meters high, about the same size as the cage that Arne had been in before.

The very scattered cold light could only illuminate the vague outline of the prisoner in the cage, and the fallen shadow was very long.

There are also countless pairs of greedy eyes.

It was as if one was surrounded by a pack of terrifying wolves in the dark night.

Behind him came the sounds of hurried footsteps, shouts, and the clash of swords and guns...passing through several decks and reaching Arne's ears.

In front of you is a pack of vicious and unruly wolves, and behind you is a flame that is ready to burn people to death.

Al's heart was beating in his throat.

"hey-hey…"

Fortunately, the madman's laughter is still there.

Arne actually found a sense of security in this laughter.

Next, as long as we release all these prisoners, we can fight against the navy outside, right? They should naturally stand with us, right?"Hey, there's a lost little pet looking for milk!"

In the darkness, a teasing voice came from somewhere.

"If you want to drink milk, you have to kneel down and beg!"

"Otherwise, the little pet will be shot!"

"Hahahaha!"

"My little pet, as long as you help me open this cage and kiss my toes, I will help you deal with the navy behind you."

In the darkness, a two-meter-tall figure shouted in a teasing but anxious voice:"You know, I'm a pirate with a bounty of 100 million!"

"Hahahaha, Joseph, who doesn't know how much water there is in your 100 million bounty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other prisoners exposed him without hesitation.

All kinds of weird voices immediately broke Arne's fantasy.

The people locked up here are all pirates.

A rare profession that is keen on cannibalism.

"It's over, it's over..."

Arne's lips trembled. If these prisoners refused to take action, how could the two of them fight against the navy outside?

And as the source of the commotion, they would probably be hung on the sail to be dried!

"Ah...ah..., a lost little pet, that's a really good joke, much better than the one I just thought of."

Neither the teasing and malicious gazes nor the urgent situation outside seemed to affect Bucky's good mood at the moment.

He sat down casually.

The right hand holding the pistol fired several shots in the direction of the person who talked the most.

"Unfortunately, I don't like other people's jokes to be better than mine."

There was no change in Bucky's eyes, as if the thing he shot to death was just an annoying mosquito.

The prisoners' laughter stopped abruptly.

It's not cute when a little pet seeking a snuggle suddenly pulls out something deadly.

But are these two people really not afraid of the navy behind them?If they don't rely on them and borrow their strength, how can they fight against the navy behind them!

The reason why these prisoners dared to laugh wantonly was that they were essentially being spoiled. They heard the gunshots, the sound of the navy gathering, and saw Arne's timid look.

But the situation now seems a little different.

Bucky smiled sweetly, seeming a little dissatisfied with this atmosphere:

"Why, why so serious?"

"Why don't we play a game?"

"Well...how do we play it?"

He stroked his chin and said, "How about this, before the navy arrives, we come up with a name for each other?"

"For example, Arne, who is beside me, I call him..."

"The navigator candidate for the Batman Pirates... sir!"

Bucky smacked his lips and his smile faded. "Okay, now it's your turn."

"Think of a name for me."

"Aren't you afraid?" a prisoner questioned in the darkness.

"Without us, you would be dead!"

“No, no, no.” Bucky waved his hands and licked his lips. “It’s not me. It’s us.”

Bucky pulled out a long gun from the sack, wiped it, and aimed a few times at the prisoners, full of threat.

These prisoners imprisoned in cages are no different from living targets at this moment, no matter how high the bounty outside is.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

"An additional reminder: the punishment of the game is that the person who comes up with the idea later will die first."

"Or, if no one can think of it, then we can all die together."

"How about it, is it fun?"

(End of this chapter)