From Pirates to the Strongest Death God in Soul Society

Chapter 6: Hand Cannon and Arrival in the World of Pirates.

After being rejected by Bane to travel with him, Front was just a little regretful, after all, it was just a casual remark.

"In that case, I wish you good luck." Front raised his hand and patted Bane on the shoulder.

After saying this, he shook off his coat and prepared to get up and leave.

However, before he could finish this cool and handsome move that was a bit mature and handsome, his body suddenly froze.

Benn put his strong hand on his shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, I have one last thing I want your help with."

"It's a waste of money," Frant complained about what he was about to say.

Before he could finish his words, Ben said, "Give me a gun."

Frant looked at Bane with some confusion and asked, "Why are you coming to me for such a rubbish? Don't you have several guns?"

"Not this conventional one, I want something more ruthless and brutal!" Bane said as he pulled out a pistol from his waist and placed it on the table.

In fact, the technological level of this world is not low. Bane even occasionally feels that some technologies are even more advanced than the world he lived in in his previous life. Moreover, this is the war-torn western region. It is said that there are many more colorful and advanced technologies in the central area of the empire, but Bane has never seen them.

If the level of science and technology and industry is not bad, the birth of weapons such as guns would be a natural process.

As a member of the violent gang on Sphinx Street, Bane would naturally come into contact with these things. For example, the pistol he slapped on the table at this moment was a very common "Western-style" pistol here, a bit similar to Beretta.

Looking at the pistol on the table, Frant thought for a moment and then asked, "I can find the goods, but can you still afford it?"

Ben grinned and said, "I'll sell you that house too. I don't need to pay you, I just want the gun. Is that okay?"

Frant's face lit up with joy when he heard that. "It seems like you are really going to run away. To be honest, I sold my house the day before yesterday. I'm familiar with it. Your house is better than mine, so it should be possible."

He paused here and didn't quote any specific price. After all, Bane said he only wanted the gun, so why would he talk about money?

"Wait a minute, I just happen to have some goods. Although I agreed to take them to another buyer, I'm going to run away anyway, so it doesn't matter who I sell them to." Frant asked Bane to wait here for a moment, then rushed into the door behind the bar.

About ten minutes later, he finally pushed the door open sideways, and Frant came out from behind the door with a metal box in his hands with some difficulty.

"Give me a hand," Frant called out.

Bane stood up, walked over the bar, picked up the metal box, and then easily pulled it and placed it on the table.

Frant wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "You are still so strong."

"Are you too weak?" Bane rolled his eyes at the guy.

Frant didn't bother with him and quickly opened the metal box. He said, "Automatic rifles are beyond my skill level. I don't think that's what you need."

As he said these words, Bane's eyes were completely focused on the big toy in the box.

"Hand cannon!?" Bane said in surprise after being stunned for a moment.

"That's right, this thing is not suitable for someone with my physique. I can't handle the recoil alone. But for you, it's no problem at all!" Front confidently patted Bane's strong arm.

Then he continued to introduce: "As you can see, this is the standard hand cannon of the lieutenant of the Chatar Corps - the Angry Bull Type 6!" The Imperial Army has many legions under its command, and the Chatar Corps is one of them. All members are composed of strong people, and more than 90% of them are people with abilities related to physical fitness enhancement, and all officers are people with abilities.

Therefore, the Chatar Legion is also known as the Muscle Legion by the people. It is conceivable that the weapons used by such a group of big guys must be of brutal caliber and huge power.

And this Angry Bull Type 6 Hand Cannon is one of the representative weapons of the legion.

Bane took the hand cannon out of the box, gestured with it, and pointed it in front of Frant's head. The huge caliber of the hand cannon almost covered Frant's head. Although Frant was a little thin, it was scary enough.

"Don't point it at me. Even though it's not loaded, I'm scared too." Frant stretched out his hand and pushed the hand cannon away.

Although this is a standard hand cannon, it is at least a standard equipment for lieutenant officers. It looks very beautiful in appearance. It is indigo blue all over, and there is a carving of an angry bull charging forward on the barrel.

Looking at the fist-sized bullets in the box, Bane was very satisfied for a moment.

Although Bane originally planned to sell the suite, even though the house price here was very low, he could still get an electromagnetic pistol or something, but now that Front had taken out the hand cannon, he felt that this one was more suitable for him!
After playing with it for a while, Bane first stood up, picked up the gun belt with twenty rounds of ammunition in the box, tied it around his waist, and then hung the hand cannon on the gun belt. He suddenly felt a heaviness around his waist, but this heavy feeling did not affect anything. Instead, it brought Bane an inexplicable sense of security.

Even if there was an out-of-control elephant in front of him, Bane felt that he could kill it with one shot!

"Bullets?" Bane inquired.

"That's all the bullets I have. This kind of large-caliber hand cannon ammunition is very rough and doesn't need to be refined. You can just find a factory and have someone hand-make it for you, and it won't affect its use." Frant waved his hand and said.

This is true. Hand cannons don't really require particularly high precision.

Ben thought about it for a moment, then decided not to embarrass Frant. He took out some documents and the property deed from his coat, handed them to him, and said, "I can say goodbye this time."

Frant accepted them with a smile and said, "I'll put them away and have a couple of drinks later."

After saying that, he went into the door behind the bar again, but when he came out, Bane was no longer there.

After standing there in silence for a moment, Frant sighed with a little reluctance and said, "I don't know if we will meet again, Ben."

At the same time, after leaving the fighting gym and turning into an empty alley, Bane silently chanted to open the door. As his strength quickly drained away, the surrounding time and space froze, and a portal opened in front of him.

While observing the activation of this special ability, Bane suddenly discovered that the blue color in the colorful halo on the door seemed to have dimmed a little.

When his attention shifted to the other colors, his strength drained away even faster, as if another portal was about to open.

"Do different colors represent different worlds?" Bane pondered in his heart.

However, this was not the time to verify it, so he did not do anything weird and quickly opened the door in front of him. He stuck his head inside and looked around. It seemed that there was also an empty alley outside, so he did not hesitate and stepped into the door for the first time.

After passing through the gate and truly feeling that he had arrived in the world of pirates, Bane silently said to close the door, and the gate behind him quickly closed and disappeared.

Last time he clearly understood what Teach said, so he knew that the language here should not be a problem. As for writing, there was no need to worry about it, as there were probably a lot of illiterate people in this world.

"The most urgent thing is to confirm where I am now." Bane pondered for a moment, then walked out of the alley with confidence.

He could already hear the shouting and hawking outside. It must be a commercial street or something.

(End of this chapter)