Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Business is easier in chaotic places, and besides…” Isaac said, looking at the endless sea, “I’m not used to places that are too peaceful.”

"...I'm really curious, why do kids like the boss, who grew up in a peaceful society, always like to run around in the midst of gunfire?"

"It's an old problem. I grew up in Brix Keep and participated in dozens of battles, big and small. My brain probably developed a kind of dependency."

“Bricks Fortress? What is that place?” George was a little confused.

"It's nothing, just listen and forget it."

"So, boss, what are we going there for? To sell weapons?"

“Selling weapons is definitely necessary, but that’s not enough to warrant my personal involvement.” Isaac smiled. “I’ve noticed that it has something in common with Yelkastum, which we visited before: it’s basically never in the newspapers.”

"what?"

"In other words, since Uncle Sam doesn't have jurisdiction over that area, it can serve as a transit point for goods," Isaac laughed. "Any organization that wants to buy retail arms can complete its transactions there."

In other words, it means finding a place to resell the weapons that were not sold.

After IW grew and expanded, most of its weapons were sold in bulk. After each sale, some were left over, and those weapons had to be sold to small organizations in various places. The transportation costs were a major problem.

Why not find a place to sell them all at once? That would save a lot on shipping costs.

"You even have to save money on this little bit?"

"Every little bit helps. Do you think business is easy?"

Isaac, who was perched on the mast, suddenly saw a silver ship speeding towards him on the sea.

"what is that?"

"I don't know, there's no number on the ship, so we can't tell which country it's from," George said. "They're probably just out for a vacation."

"Really? Look at the things he's tied to both sides."

"Ok?"

George looked closely and noticed that there was a tubular object hanging on each side of the boat.

"This is……"

“It’s a torpedo. Notify the crew to go into combat readiness. They look like pirates.” Isaac said, walking towards the cabin.

During their four-year voyage, they encountered pirates more than once, but in each case, they were wiped out and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

I wouldn't be surprised if I encountered one again now.

A soldier suddenly ran up to George and reported, "Sir, the ship opposite is trying to access our communications."

"Take it."

After the operator performed some actions, a voice call came in.

With a series of electronic sounds, the channel here was connected to the other side.

"Hello, this is Captain Datch of the 'Black Reef Merchant Guild'," a man's voice rang out over the communicator. "I request that your cargo ship remain anchored at the shore and not proceed further. Our objective is..."

“I don’t care what your purpose is,” George said into the communicator. “You only have two choices: leave or be eliminated by us.”

"I see. It seems the negotiations have failed. Levi, make your move." The voice on the other end stopped there.

George felt like he'd heard the voice somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

However, he didn't think much of it and picked up the walkie-talkie to shout: "Attention all units, there are enemy ships on the port side. Try to destroy them as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

Since they travel by cargo ship, this wasn't the first time they'd been seen by everyone.

Fully armed soldiers, all wearing respirators, opened the hatches and jumped into the water. Drones parked on the deck also took off and headed towards the target.

……

"Levy, be careful on this mission. I have a bad feeling about this." Dutch, a burly black man wearing sunglasses, said to Levy beside him as he loaded his shotgun.

"What danger could there be? We've sunk countless cargo ships of this size." Levi didn't care and instead loaded a bullet into her RPG.

"Anyway..."

Boom boom boom!

"!"

The two were startled. They were currently in the cabin, and the footsteps on the top seemed to be coming from the deck.

"They have already..."

boom!

The top deck was instantly blasted apart, and a group of soldiers jumped down from it, picked up their guns, and pointed them at them.

"Don't move! Cover your head and squat down!"

With a gun pointed at him, and glancing at the disparity in numbers and equipment between the two sides, Dutch smiled confidently.

"We surrender." He immediately put down his gun and did as they told him to.

"Hey! Dutch!"

“Calm down, Revy, this is a temporary measure,” Dutch said to the soldier in front of him. “Can I speak to your captain?”

"What's the matter?"

The soldier didn't answer; his walkie-talkie was already ringing.

"I think this might be a misunderstanding. We originally planned to..."

"Are you trying to insult my intelligence, Mr. Dutch?"

Levi, standing to the side, curled her lip and said, "I told you this wouldn't work."

As soon as Levi spoke, the walkie-talkie went silent.

After a moment, the walkie-talkie spoke again: "Um... is that Revy?"

"Huh? Who are you?"

Even with a gun pointed at her, her tone remained unwavering.

“I’m George, George Sheczyk, from a previous detention center.”

Dutch broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing the name. They had hijacked an IW cargo ship!?

"It's you. I heard you've been living a good life while I was gone."

"……fine."

The soldier then asked, "Sir? Should we fire?"

"Screw the opening! Bring the person up."

Chapter 582: Goodbye, Levi

"Hey, what's going on, Dutch?" Levi looked around warily.

“I was about to ask you that,” Dutch said calmly from his seat. “I’ve heard you’re quite familiar with George Shechk, the head of IW, but I didn’t expect you to be this close. Didn’t you say you’d only met him once?”

"We only met once, and at most we ate KFC together."

The two were then led by soldiers to a luxurious reception room, where two cups of tea were laid out on the table.

This is clearly the treatment reserved for guests, not prisoners.

"Anyway, we're perfectly safe now." Levy, legs crossed, lay back on the sofa and asked the soldier behind her, "Hey, got a cigarette?"

"Don't be reckless, we're still prisoners of war..."

"Oh, yes, yes."

The soldier quickly took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and handed them to Levi.

Thank you~

"..."

Dutch is becoming increasingly confused.

"What's there to worry about? We're fine now."

“You’re thinking too simply, Levi.” Dutch was still deep in thought. “The other side is the IW, an organization that can use weapons that violate international humanitarian law without any scruples on the battlefield. They will definitely not let us off easily after we hijacked their ship.”

He wasn't as optimistic as Levi, and secretly tried to come up with a solution.

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"What should we do? If the boss finds out that we attacked Levi's ship, he will definitely not let me off easily."

Dutch was worried there, and George was very worried here as well.

"Manager, what's your relationship with that Levi to the boss?"

"Who is she?" George looked sharply at the soldier who asked the question, startling him. "Back when the boss hadn't made his fortune yet, she was sent to the detention center by some thuggish policemen in the slums. The boss, carrying a bag of AK-47s, killed everyone in the detention center. So, who is she to the boss?"

"!"

Now, none of the soldiers dared to move.

"Is Levi alright?"

"No."

"That's alright, I'll explain this to them later and let's leave it at that for now..."

Bang!

"Hey George, have you taken care of everyone?" Isaac pushed open the door and saw a group of people discussing something.

"scare!"

"Boss, what brings you here?"

"??? I came here to check on things." Isaac was puzzled by their unusual behavior. "What about that group of pirates? Were their bodies disposed of properly?"

“Well… I’ve brought them up,” George stammered.

"Oh, they've already been arrested. Did they discover any secrets on them? Or are they going to be interrogated?"

'How could we dare?'