Above Destiny

Chapter 414 Why?
The weather in the Endless Sea is always changeable. At noon, after a rainstorm and a howling wind without warning, the scorching sun suddenly leaps into the sky, shedding eye-stinging bright light and rays, which shatter into billions of bright lights in the waves on the sea.

This commonplace scene has long been ignored by everyone and is doomed to be unsustainable.

It didn't take long before dark clouds slowly advanced in the strong wind. The sky suddenly became overcast and the whole world became dim. A faint mist rose from the sea again.

The world suddenly turned into darkness again.

As the cold wind blew, the rusty weather vane at the highest point of the drilling platform ruins made a creaking sound.

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that such a huge building can exist in this dangerous sea area with chaotic magnetic fields and raging waves.

Relying on the scrapped drilling platform, countless slave workers have been expanding and building it day and night over the years. Countless disordered supports fell into the sea and connected with each other. Finally, a small island like a town was supported on the ocean.

A secret town that is not affiliated with any city-state and never appears on any map. It has no hunt and laws, no treaties and no protection.

This is one of the few pirate paradises in the west of the Endless Sea.

——Slut Town.

Expecting those uneducated water ghosts to come up with an elegant name is obviously too difficult given their low level of education. The reason they got the name was simply because of the obscene fantasies caused by the sharp hissing sound made by the strong wind blowing through the messy buildings.

But in reality, this town is no different from a cunning and money-hungry slut.

Contraband, weapons, smuggled luxury goods and even department stores, almost everything that can be found or not found on the market can be found in the market here.

Those middlemen who have changed their appearance work in shabby and rusty tin houses, but the number of transactions they broker is astonishingly large.

Not to mention the supply and replenishment of fresh water, fuel and weapons needed for survival. Even if the prices have increased dozens or hundreds of times, there is no other way but to pay the money and let them be slaughtered.

Even though the pirates' general quality is just mediocre, let alone good, anyone who wants to have some bad intentions should raise their eyes and look at the port outside, and the battleship retired from the empire anchored there, look at its black main guns and firepower, and even the countless modified ships around it that are equipped with various weapons.

Think of the general's skills and the notoriety of the Bloodbath Fleet!
Unlike the depression in the past, the rough and simple ports around are now almost full of various ships.

Every ship had some traces of battle damage, and when the crew on the deck looked at each other, they could not help but be filled with murderous intent and gloomy expressions. There was no sign of the friendly atmosphere of harmony among the captains.

The so-called pirate alliance is nothing more than this.

Everyone was fishing in the endless sea, so how could there not be friction and fighting? The leaders at the top could still put on a smile to hide their dirty words and malice, but how could the crew members who had just fought with swords not long ago be nice to each other?

Unfortunately, there was no fight.

Everyone held their noses, showed rare magnanimity, and tolerated each other for the sake of the public.

You know, ever since the barbarians on the frozen land in the north began to prepare for another Battle of White River last year, no one has had a good life.

The northern cities spent a huge amount of money this time. The two sides fought to the death in the Baihe area of ​​the permafrost zone. There were countless heads of people and the sea was dyed red.

While countless sea routes were disrupted, the water ghosts also became crazy with poverty, and some had even been affected - after all, the water ghosts on the sea these days all had more or less a source, and the relationship between them and many city-states was unclear.

In order to strike at the power of the northern cities and cut off their supplies, the fleets in the north were also spread out, looting everywhere, and chasing and beating to death those water ghosts who dared to secretly provide support to the northern cities.

The South and the West have also become unstable. After all, when a fight breaks out, who cares where you come from...

Money is hard to make, shit is hard to eat, and life is hard.

If you want to have some hope, you always have to find some money, you can find a godfather, beg for money, or ask for some leftovers.

As the host of this "Pinhao Daddy" operation, the leading daddy is the undisputed overlord of Slut Town and the "general" of the Blood Washing Fleet.

Pacquiao Soto Giddens!

Compared with the notoriety and image of the outside world for eating children alive, killing people and setting fires, it is really hard to imagine that the real general was an old man who looked a little skinny and shriveled. There was a scar left by a branding iron on his face, his head was bald and covered with age spots, he spoke weakly and was drowsy.

But in the meeting hall, none of the unruly captains and sea ghosts from all sides dared to act rashly.

When those cloudy old eyes glanced down, a creepy and sharp glow would appear.

"What did Ling Liu say?"

"I'm sorry, General, Master Six hasn't been feeling well lately."

The representative of the Huigang Huangji below, the bearded young man Ling Shuo, smiled regretfully and responded in fluent southern dialect: "There have been so many things going on recently that the Sixth Master has no time to take care of other things. To show support, he specially sent a few of us youngsters with a fleet to enhance the general's prestige."

"fart."

Pacquiao gave him a disdainful glance and said, "Why? He wasn't like this every time in the past few years? He opened his mouth so wide every time, but he's not interested this time?"

"Sixth Master has certainly considered this, but Chen Xingzhou is no pushover... Besides, there's a mad dog in Quancheng." Ling Shuo sighed with regret: "Last time, that idiot Lingzhou acted on his own and caused Sixth Master to lose face. He almost got reprimanded by the leader, so naturally, he doesn't want to make the same mistake again.

However, before coming here, Sixth Master instructed that if the general is interested, he would be willing to help you contact various places and provide assistance.

As for the reward..."

He paused, raised two fingers, and smiled innocently: "The share remains the same, 20% will do."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire meeting hall fell into complete silence.

Before Pacquiao Giddens could even open his mouth, countless captains and seamen stood up and shouted angrily: Are you crazy? You just sell stolen goods, launder money, contact suppliers, and do some side work, and you want to take 20% of the profits?

Why don't you just die?

Ling Shuo naturally did not want to be outdone and retorted.

For a moment, there were people fanning the flames, some provoking, and some just watching the fun with a weird look. The whole meeting hall became a mess again, until crisp knocking sounds were heard from the top.

Pacquiao tapped the cane in his hand.

In an instant, all the noise disappeared without a trace, and in the dead silence, violent spiritual fluctuations spread. The pair of dim and old eyes instantly emerged with scarlet eyes, ferocious and brutal, like the appearance of a demon, making everyone silent.

Just like that, in silence, Pacquiao turned around and looked at Ling Shuo, smiling kindly, "How can a kid like you make the decision on this kind of thing?

If Ling Liu wants to take 20%, that's fine, but... he has to come and tell me in person, understand?"

For a moment, Ling Shuo was silent, and sweat broke out involuntarily from the gaze of those eyes.

No more words were spoken.

The meeting continued, and under Pacquiao's indifferent gaze, the ideas of all parties were integrated - a new makeshift team, the 'Slut Town Pirates' Rainy Season Special Looting Operation Command Center', was finally set up.

Just at the end of the meeting, someone hurried in, leaned over, and whispered in Pacquiao's ear. Pacquiao smiled, nodded, and tapped his cane again.

However, this time, there was no longer the chill and ferocity as before, but instead it was filled with warmth.

"It's just right. Jonathan is coming back soon. Let me introduce him to you all."

He invited everyone to stay and said slowly, "I don't have many children, and Jonathan is the most capable one. He just advanced to rebirth a few months ago. Maybe some people don't know him yet, but this time I plan to let him replace me and host this event.

Uncles and aunts, when we meet at sea in the future, please give me some face and take good care of me."

"Hey, look at what you said!"

“The waves behind push the waves ahead.”

"I watched Jonathan grow up, and I knew at first glance that he would have a bright future!"

"Maybe everyone will have to rely on him for care in the future."

Suddenly, the flattery continued and the gongs and drums were beating. Seeing that the old man was about to push the successor to the position, everyone naturally praised him and racked their brains to say something good.

After all, a sedan chair is carried by people, and saying nice words won’t cost you anything.

But suddenly, the smile on Pacquiao's face disappeared.

The darkness and hideousness in that withered and old face and the eyes were even darker and more ferocious than before, causing the entire gathering hall to shake and sway.

And he was already looking out the window.

It's hard to calm down with anger!
A familiar ship gradually emerged from the thick sea fog.

Before approaching, the radio channel was communicating with the port in secret as usual, reporting the situation. But for some reason, the sound of electricity was a bit loud this time, and the interference was constant, making it difficult to hear clearly.

The black-skinned supervisor guarding the monitoring tower confirmed again and again, and finally heard a familiar voice.

"Everything is normal, we will dock soon."

I just don’t know why, the sound always seems trembling, distorted and hard to hear clearly.

Moreover, it kept repeating, repeating, repeating, and repeating again... until countless disordered words piled up together and turned into a creepy screaming and crying: "Everything... everything is normal... just normal... help... dock... dock dock dock dock... help... report to the tower, everything is normal, normal, help, save me... normal... ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

At the end, there was a sudden piercing scream.

The screams and wails continued to roar, cry, sob, curse or pray, it was confusing and hard to describe. Only the eerie chill echoed in the channel, full of resentment and despair.

When the clouds dissipated and the sun rose, the mist cleared, and everyone finally saw...

The ship was full of holes and cracks.

It was as if the internal organs and eyes had been roughly dug out, leaving only an empty iron shell full of cracks. Relying on the last bit of fuel and remaining power, the ship, covered with traces of rust, turned around and slowly drifted towards Slut Town.

The hull was covered with dried blood.

The deck was littered with debris that had long since rotted and swelled under the high temperature. Empty black eye sockets faced the scorching sun, and curved cracks on the broken faces extended to both sides, as if laughing exaggeratedly.

And the most eye-catching thing... is the dying figure on the bow.

He was hanging in the air with chains, already dying.

As if she was afraid that he would die prematurely, there was medicine hanging next to her, injected into her veins, dripping slowly. She had already run out of tears.

All that was left was the struggle and despair that seemed to be engraved in his bones. Seeing the Slut Town within sight, he could not help but struggle again, whimpering.

But it's more of fear than excitement.

I just want to escape as soon as possible...

Unfortunately, it's too late.

A bloody hand appeared out of nowhere, stretched out, grabbed Colonel Jonathan who was hanging in the air, broke through the air, and smashed onto the floor of the party hall.

In an instant, he fainted, but what was even more regrettable was that even his father did not show any tenderness at this moment. The blood flames burned and pierced through him violently, forcibly waking him up.

Feeling the countless wounds and dying lives within him, the cracked and empty soul, Pacquiao's face grew colder.

He didn't need to ask any more questions, Jonathan was already screaming and howling in torture, crying and squirming, pulling at his trouser legs: "Father, father, it's not me, it's that craftsman... it's Ji..."

At that moment, something rolled out of his arms.

It's a human head.

There were bursts of gasps from the crowd. Who could not recognize that face? It was Tu Sihai, the man in charge of money laundering and planning in the Blood Washing Fleet!

For a while, there were constant voices of people saying goodbye and leaving. Everyone found various excuses to leave, saying that their father had died, their mother had a baby, or their old injuries had relapsed. Anyone who stayed at this time probably wanted to die.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

There was still spiritual essence remaining in the carefully prepared and preserved human head. Under the careful processing of alchemy, the information stored in it was released the moment it was touched.

Blurry images emerged from the spiritual light.

Then, there was a soft sigh.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to."

"I hate stupid kids, especially grown-up giant babies like you... If you want to die, please die outside of Haizhou, don't come near me and get in my way..."

Such gentle words echoed in the gathering hall, ringing in everyone's ears. Even though they were already outside the door, the Chosen Ones' ears and eyes were so sensitive that it was tragic that they simply couldn't help but hear.

"It's not me, father, it's not me, I, I I..."

At this moment, in the torment of blood flames, Joe Tanner kept convulsing. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he begged with tears streaming down his face. However, the more he spoke, the more distorted and weird his expression became.

Before Cifu Guimixinjue collapsed, the last implanted suggestion was activated, controlling him like a puppet, unable to control himself and making sounds.

"He, he asked me to tell you...he said...he said..."

Jonathan cried and wailed, but he couldn't cover his mouth. The last thing he conveyed between his broken fingers was the indifferent alarm from Xinquan:

"——Don't touch my things!"

boom!
At that moment, amid the loud noise, Jonathan was suddenly shocked, and under the beating of the iron rod, he turned into ashes, both his soul and body were destroyed.

There is no trace left.

But then, it seemed as if some chain reaction was triggered...

The sea was shaking, the wind was howling, and everyone heard a horrible roar coming from a place not far away near the port!
It was that broken ghost ship that suddenly exploded - flames shot up into the sky, and countless phlogists rained down from the sky, pouring down on the Slut Town. All of a sudden, thick smoke rose everywhere in the town.

The wailing continued.

Even several ships docked at the port were caught up in it, causing the ship owners and water ghosts to scream like they had lost their parents.

The entire Slut Town suddenly fell into chaos.

But from beginning to end, General Pacquiao remained silent, speechless, only the humiliating scar on his face, which was burned by the branding iron, gradually turned blood red, as if it was bleeding again...

At this moment, when I looked down at the afterglow beneath my feet, there was no light in my eyes anymore.

Total darkness.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a voice from between his teeth, hoarse and gloomy:

"Ji Jue..."

The attack on Slut Town and the humiliation suffered by the general spread among the water ghosts in less than half a day.

Is it still possible that people cannot afford mobile phones or radios these days?
How could such a big thing, with so many people watching, not reveal anything? Moreover, some people were afraid that they would not have enough fun, so they fanned the flames behind the scenes, causing a lot of commotion for a while.

The description of Pacquiao's furious look at that time was vivid and incisive.

Afterwards, the preparation and expansion of the Bloodwashing Fleet began again, without any disguise, with military training and armaments preparation... These days, not only righteous people care about their reputation, even pirates care about it.

Bad reputation is also fame.

Even more important!

But if this vengeance is not taken, the so-called Blood-Washing General will be nothing but a joke.

I'm afraid he'll have to change his name to Pacquiao the Clown in the future, so that people can throw some slop in his face when they pass by.

That afternoon, Chen Xingzhou called Xinquan.

"You've gone a little overboard this time."

He said with emotion: "There's already a bounty on your head in Huangji. The price is not low. I'm tempted by it. This time, you've pushed that old man into a corner. The scale is even bigger than before."

Outside the workshop, Ji Jue looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled silently.

"Is the dragon head here to persuade me to turn back?"

After a slight pause, he asked curiously, "Or do you plan to call?"

"Hey, it's you after all..."

Chen Xingzhou grinned, as if patting his knees, and was extremely happy: "You are planning to drag me into this. Have you planned it long ago? I am afraid you are thinking too well. Aren't you worried that I won't fall for it?"

In response, Ji Jue said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you stay out of it, but are you sure you don't want to follow?"

Such a good opportunity is in front of Chen Xingzhou.

How can a newly appointed leader, the representative of Yacheng Huangji, better establish his authority and even expand his scope... Is there a better way than a life-and-death struggle with bloodshed and final victory?

Now that Chen Xingzhou has invested in Haichao Industry and is tied to the entire Haizhou, he will definitely not do the immoral and conscienceless things that Lei Wuye did in the past.

Not only should we not do it, but we must also stand up clearly and oppose these water ghosts from coming ashore. We must issue a warning and tell them that anyone who crosses the line will die.

At this moment, Ji Jue presented such a good opportunity to him, how could he not be tempted?

In this regard, Chen Xingzhou could only sigh:
"It's a shame that you don't become a white deer."

"Tianyuan said the same thing." Ji Jue shrugged and sighed regretfully.

Since everyone is interested in each other, it's natural that we hit it off immediately. There's no need to force or test each other. Chen Xingzhou said decisively: "Lao Lin will bring people over tomorrow. I've told you to do whatever you want."

Ji Jue smiled: "Thank you for your support."

"We are one family, why should we be polite?" Chen Xingzhou's tone became more and more gentle: "But let me be frank with you, what belongs to Huangji belongs to Huangji."

"Just now you said we shouldn't be polite to each other, but now you're settling scores?"

Ji Jue shook his head with emotion, but did not refuse. He just told him: "What belongs to Huangji belongs to Huangji, and what belongs to the Security Bureau belongs to the Security Bureau."

Then Chen Xingzhou understood:

"The rest is yours?"

"What do I need those garbage for?" Ji Jue shook his head nonchalantly: "There are still some useful things among the junk. Please help me clean it up, Yu Bo. I'm not interested."

"…So what do you want?"

"Yeah, what do I want?"

He sighed, looked up at the rain and haze in the sky, and smiled as if he was thinking.

"I want them dead."

Die, die, die, die, die!
What he wanted was that simple.

Why can a bunch of water ghosts who come from nowhere act so arrogantly and treat Xinquan as their back garden, taking whatever they want?

Why should I work so hard to build the foundation and framework from the ruins of Quancheng, only to have some crappy general come from nowhere and ask me to kneel down and beg for food?

Why should the glimmer of hope and soil left by Mr. Tao after he gave everything he had and burned his soul be so contemptuously trampled upon by such a bunch of trash?
Why do you, a bunch of useless people, want to come in front of me and cause trouble? !
Just as Tianlu said in the past, it is the original sin of the ashes.

This is what a so-called craftsman is like. No matter whether he is despicable or noble, he is arrogant and conceited in his bones, even - self-righteous!
Indeed, there are too many, too big, too messy and too complicated things in the world. Ji Jue, a small craftsman, can't count them all, and the distances are so far that they can't be measured in miles.

But if it is limited to this small wilderness of Haizhou...

Those losers did this thing in the wilderness, so why can't I do it?
So Ji Jue stretched out his hand.

(End of this chapter)