One Piece: I'm a Hunter on the Grand Line

Looking at the pistol at the little girl's waist, the old woman frowned, her tone carrying a hint of disdain, "These two guns are too old-fashioned and won't work!"

She grabbed Yelena's wrist. "Our family owns a weapons shop in town, run by my son. Let's go there now, and I'll have him pick out some good guns for you!"

Yelena's eyes showed surprise. No wonder this old lady dared to say that her family had a background. Who would openly run a weapon shop in the city?

The landlady extended a sincere invitation, and Yelena did not refuse.

With her current skills, a pistol can still play a role in actual combat, at least to harass the enemy.

It would be good to change weapons.

The two arrived in the city. As they walked, Yelena found the surrounding streets somewhat familiar. She glanced at her landlady and thought, "Could it be such a coincidence?"

When she arrived at the store entrance, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. It was such a coincidence.

Standing in the shop was the weapon shop owner who had tried to scam her before but failed and was instead terrified by her!

"Mom, what brings you here? And who is this?"

The shop owner's gaze swept across Yelena's face, and he quickly made a judgment in his mind: a pretty little girl, not someone powerful.

The landlady explained the whole story to the shop owner, who nodded and led Yelena to the gun display area.

"The firearms we sell are among the most advanced in the entire North Sea. It's said that even the most elite troops of the Germa Kingdom are equipped with these!"

As Yelena listened to the boss's boasting, her gaze swept over the few short guns on display, finally settling on a silver revolver.

She wasn't a military enthusiast in her previous life and didn't know much about firearms, but she had heard of the reputation of revolvers.

This gun is not prone to jamming, and even if it does, it can still be fired.

If you encounter a dud, you can skip it, pull the trigger once, and turn the trigger to the next position to continue using it.

"How much?"

Seeing that Yelena had chosen the most expensive silver revolver among the short guns, the shop owner did not show the joy he would have when he made a big sale. Instead, he tried to persuade her to choose another one.

"You have excellent taste. This gun is extremely powerful; its bullets can easily kill a cow!"

"But it weighs a full 8 kilograms, and the recoil is so strong that even an adult man cannot use it for a long time. It is not suitable for a little girl like you."

After all, they were guests brought by his mother, and he couldn't take advantage of them.

"That's it. Buy two, wrap them up for me, and give me two hundred rounds of ammunition!"

Yelena held the gun in her hand and weighed it in her hand; it was indeed much heavier than the pistol on her waist.

She doesn't intend to reveal her identity as a bounty hunter to the outside world, nor does she want to play dumb to outsmart others.

A musical girl traveling on the sea, with a certain ability to protect herself, fits the character perfectly.

What's wrong with carrying two large-caliber pistols? Maybe one day she'll even carry a cannon out.

Asking questions is a form of self-protection.

Amidst the shock of the shop owner and his mother, Yelena left with the new weapon.

As the landlady said, Nottis is not exactly safe.

Nobles and merchants had guards to protect them, so few dared to provoke them. The locals knew each other well, and their relationships were complex, so they generally didn't steal from each other.

Single girls from out of town like Yelena have almost become synonymous with easy targets.

Yesterday, while strolling on the street, she noticed that there were subtle gazes falling on her from time to time, and the same thing happened today.

The first night in the new house went smoothly.

Yelena slept soundly the following night.

On the third day, she had just finished showering and was lying in bed thinking about whether there were any areas that needed to be optimized in tomorrow's training plan when she suddenly heard a noise outside.

Yelena quickly opened her eyes, picked up the weapon beside her pillow, and got out of bed.

She walked to the window, gently pulled the curtains open a crack, and looked down through the glass.

By the dim moonlight, three dark figures could be vaguely seen climbing over the wall.

Yelena didn't know the purpose of the newcomers, but she didn't intend to just watch them sneak into the room. If a fight broke out, the bloodstains would be difficult to clean.

She opened the door and quietly went to the living room door on the first floor. Judging from the light footsteps, she guessed that the three people had crossed the wall and entered the yard.

"This house isn't cheap; she must have a lot of money to live here!"

"That old woman is not someone to be trifled with! It's not a good idea to target her tenants, is it?"

"If we don't make a fuss, how will she know who did it? Hehe, let's make it clear first, I can take a smaller share of the money, but I have to keep the person!"

The three whispered their secrets, and every word they uttered reached Yelena's ears.

She expressionlessly took out her newly bought revolver, which was already fully loaded with ammunition.

This is the perfect opportunity; let her try out the gun!

Outside the door, the leader of the dark figures took out a wire from his pocket, precisely inserted it into the keyhole, and skillfully fiddled with it.

Click.

Hearing the door lock open, a look of delight flashed across the dark figure's face. He turned to his companion and boasted, "How about that? My skills..."

Before he could finish speaking, his companion's expression suddenly changed!

The dark figure shuddered, stiffening its neck as it turned to look at the living room.

hiss!

The shadowy figure's pupils suddenly contracted, and two dark gun barrels were pointed at him without his noticing!

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and the two people closest to the door instantly had large sprays of blood explode from their chests, their bodies thrown backward by the force of the bullets!

Yelena raised an eyebrow. "Not bad."

She quickly turned her gun and aimed it at the last person.

boom!

Yelena, carrying a shovel in one hand and dragging the corpse with the other, went outside the yard, found a tree that wasn't growing well, and started digging a hole under it.

Two nights later, gunshots rang out again in the courtyard.

Three more days passed, and in the woods outside the house, there were several slightly raised mounds of earth on the ground.

Perhaps the frequent gunshots frightened the townspeople, because no one bothered her for the next few days, and Yelena finally got a good night's sleep.

On the day agreed upon with the navy, Yelena put on her cloak and went to the branch office.

The day after the iron axe was delivered, the newspaper published news of the mysterious bounty hunter, along with the agreement with the Navy.

When Yelena arrived, a number of onlookers were standing far away outside the branch office.

Colonel Varucha carried his suitcase out of the branch office, his heart filled with rage. He wanted nothing more than to kill the civilians watching from afar, the reporters mingling inside, and the bastard waiting to collect his money!

"This is what we've been saving up for..."

Bring it to you!

Yelena didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she took the money box and counted it in front of everyone.

Colonel Varucha was pulled forward by the force, taking two steps forward involuntarily and almost falling to the ground.

"Yes, the money is real, and the quantity matches. It's a pleasure doing business with you."

After saying this, Yelena turned and left amidst the applause of the onlookers.

Colonel Varucha stared intently at her retreating figure, his teeth nearly breaking.

Damn bounty hunters!

Yelena left the naval branch and headed towards the city, intending to exchange the money for gold and add it to her weighted suit, just like before.

Not long after stepping onto the street, Yelena suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if she were being watched by something sinister.

She turned her head and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

After thinking for a moment, I changed my plans and headed towards the beach.

But even when I was far away from the crowd, the feeling of being watched didn't disappear.