Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 52: Bounty Hunters Are Like This
If the wanted order for the Devil's Son only caused the West Sea and the first half of the Grand Line to become boiling.

Then O'Hara's world-destroying demon shocked the whole world.

It was clearly written in the newspaper that this demon named Sirens killed tens of thousands of people by himself, and was so cruel that he dug out their hearts and crushed them.

Even those vicious pirates who love to massacre cities and villages at every turn have to express their admiration.

After all, they were only bullying the powerless civilians, while Sirens was killing pirates who were just as evil as them, or even worse.

People in the Grand Line and the New World are okay, as they have more or less seen the world, but it is different in the Four Seas. The people here are not only relatively simple, but they also generally feel that the bounties offered by those pirates are not proportional to the damage they cause.

In their view, Sirens is a world-destroying demon who will bring bloodshed once he arrives.

Especially the West Sea, which was previously the site of a nationwide demon hunting operation, was now plunged into boundless fear.

"What on earth are the Navy and the World Government doing? They let such a dangerous guy get away!"

"That's right. If the fuck had known earlier that there was such a big fish in O'Hara, I would never have come to the West Sea to earn this extra money."

"Stupid Navy, stupid World Government. I thought I was going to get rich, but I almost lost my life. Whoever wants the bounty can take it. Anyway, I won't get involved."

In a bounty hunter tavern in the West Sea, a group of bounty hunters dressed in different clothes gathered together to drink and curse as they drank, wishing they could curse all the navy people's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Fortunately, we arrived late and still don't know where the Devil's Child is. Otherwise, if we rushed to catch her and ran into that world-destroying demon, I'm afraid our heart would be dug out and crushed."

At a table in the corner of the tavern, a few drunken bounty hunters were lamenting their good luck. Suddenly, a man wearing a bowler hat and a black suit at the next table spoke to them:

“Not necessarily. The admirals of the navy have been dispatched, and Sirens must be seriously injured. He might be hiding in a dark corner licking his wounds.

And even if he wasn't injured, the West Sea is so big, how could he find the Devil's Son so quickly? Nico Robin didn't have a GPS locator on her."

Hearing this, the bounty hunter who had just spoken laughed and said, "They are the descendants of the evil O'Hara, a group of archaeologists who want to destroy the world all day long. It's not easy for them to come up with some life cards."

Life Card is a rather magical existence in this world, made of human nails and other special materials.

It is immune to water and fire and can show the life status of the nail owner. The same life card will attract each other when separated, and the holder can use this to find another person holding a life card.

The bounty hunter wanted to show off, after all, life cards were rare. But right after he finished speaking, he felt a look of contempt cast at him:

"Sirens has been to Impel Down. If he had that thing on him, the Navy would have captured Nico Robin long ago."

"Ah this..."

The bounty hunter was a little embarrassed after accidentally exposing his intelligence. Just as he was about to make an excuse to save his dignity, he heard the man in a suit chuckle:
"Honestly, if you are so stubborn, you'd better not be a bounty hunter. Listen to my advice and go back to your hometown and find a factory to tighten screws as soon as possible. Don't delay the modernization of your hometown."

"Hey, kid..." Feeling that his professionalism was insulted, the bounty hunter slammed the table and was about to stand up, but the next second he felt a void around his waist, followed by an icy cold touch on his neck.

Suddenly, his body froze in place, and the slight anger on his face turned into surprise and panic.

When the other bounty hunters at the same table saw their companion being restrained, they took a big gulp of the ale in front of them without saying a word and continued to sit there and watch the show.

I have confirmed from the look in your eyes that you are someone you cannot afford to offend. I hope you can be more sensible and sacrifice yourself for the sake of everyone. I will give you flowers when we get down there.

"Do you think you're a good fighter? What's the point of being a fighter? To get involved you need power and background. If you don't understand this, you'll be hacked to death sooner or later."

Sirens took the knife from the man's neck, sheathed it slowly and put it back on the table:
“No matter what kind of person you want to be, the first thing you have to do is to survive.

Think carefully about why you are out there, your gambling father, your sick mother, your young brother, or your broken self. Don't lose your life because of a little quarrel."

"Ah? But I went out to sea because I slept with my brother's wife, and he chased me half a block with a knife..."

With a "click", the bounty hunter's head tilted and he collapsed into the chair without moving.

"Bad luck." Cyrus picked up the napkin and wiped his hands. He had failed in his first role as a life mentor. He might as well just take direct action next time.

He took out two gold coins and threw them on the table, then said to the bounty hunters who were acting like ostriches, "Please, help me bury him."

The other bounty hunters nodded hurriedly upon seeing this. They were glad that they had escaped, but also felt that this big boss was so particular about his work that he even knew to pay them some hard work fee for letting them deal with the corpse.

There is no way, bounty hunters are like this. Pirates only need to burn, kill, plunder and try to increase the bounty, while bounty hunters have to consider many things, such as stabbing in the back when the spoils are not evenly divided, sharing the good and the bad, laughing and praising when teammates are killed, and running away when disaster strikes...

It's normal.

Someone died, but the Bounty Hunter Tavern acted as if nothing had happened. Both the bartender and the guests were used to it. As long as they didn't damage public property and didn't affect the normal operation of the tavern, no one would care about these desperadoes who were running for money.

Sirens originally wanted to save some money and see if he could find out Robin's whereabouts from these boastful bounty hunters.

After listening for a long time, there was nothing valuable to find out, so I had to go to the bar and ask the bartender for information.

Although he killed someone, he gave money, and money is God. The bartender took the gold coins and put on a warm smile:

"The last time the Devil's Child Nico Robin appeared was on Kunkun Island in the north of O'Hara. Witnesses said that she was being hunted by the mafia in the West Sea at the time. She should have left by now."

Upon hearing this, Sirens lowered the sunglasses that covered most of his face, and stared at the bartender with a pair of dark pupils: "Is this news true?"

The bartender was a little scared by the stare, knowing that a big shot had come, and nodded quickly, "Of course, our business values ​​credibility the most. How can we sell you fake news?"

"Do you know which mafia family it is?"

"The Capone family, that area happens to be their sphere of influence."

Ding--

A gold coin landed on the bar counter and spun around. Sirens scattered the coin and turned away. “Take it and buy some grapefruit water and spray it around the store. It can ward off evil spirits.”

The bartender watched him leave, then looked at the gold coins that were still spinning, and muttered, "This guy is really particular about his work."

(End of this chapter)