Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 48 You call them weak scientists?

On MADS' ship, Frankenstein carried his warhammer on his back and held a small watering can in his hand, tending to some green plants.

The large fruits hang at the top of the plant, looking like they are about to ripen.

These plants are scientifically known as honeyfruit, a special plant that grows on the continent of Valoran. The fruit is extremely nutritious, capable of restoring physical strength and aiding in the healing of injuries. It is also a natural material for making nutritional supplements and stimulants.

Oran's dream is essentially illusory; apart from the things he remembers in his mind, he cannot take any other physical objects with him.

The seeds of the honey fruit were brought from the ship that traveled with us, and after this period of cultivation, they have grown to a considerable size.

Besides her daily training and learning more about life, Frankenstein spends most of her time caring for these plants, trying to understand the meaning of life through their growth.

Boom! Boom!

Two explosions came from one side. Frankenstein paused, put the flowerpot and watering can back in their places, picked up the warhammer on his back, and ran towards the deck.

Meanwhile, MADS's ships have begun to retaliate. These are not just simple research vessels; Ohara's lack of funds is why they use such wooden ships for long voyages.

Du Feld is wealthy, the researchers on board are skilled, and in addition to its advanced research equipment, the ship is armed to the teeth with external weaponry.

At this moment, the main gun at the bow of the ship had been adjusted to the correct angle and was unleashing a barrage of fire on the attacking vessels.

It doesn't matter who the enemy is; since they opened fire first, sinking them is the right thing to do.

"Orientation corrected! Five degrees to the left, position!"

Being able to sail on the Grand Line, the researchers on board would all have some shady skills. Even Vegapunk, who was the weakest in terms of physical strength, could carry a gun and shoot, let alone adjust the angle of cannon fire.

"Oran, something's not right. These people don't seem to be pirates. The currents around here are also problematic. The water level has dropped, and the surrounding area is full of reefs. There's only one way to get the ship out, but we've blocked it. It seems we can only turn back now."

In the captain's cabin, Vegapunk sensed something amiss.

They deliberately waited until they reached this place, opened fire without saying a word, and didn't even hang a flag. All these signs are very different from those of pirates.

"It's probably those assassins. If they don't come soon, they'll miss their chance. But judging from their posture, do they think they have us cornered?"

The ships that fired were merely feigning an attack; Piecrow had already led another group of men, under the cover of night, to approach MADS' ships, preparing for a landing operation.

However, their self-righteous concealment under Blitz's night vision module was utterly useless.

"Need any help? We're practically acquaintances now, I can give you a discount."

Barkin's every word revolves around money, and this time is no exception.

"I don't think anything really went wrong. The work you want can still be preserved. You can choose to watch from the sidelines, as long as you can afford the cost."

Vegapunk calmly stated the objective facts, dispelling Bagin's idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation to make money. Oran himself equipped himself with his weapons and walked out of the cabin.

"Alright, if we don't want those guys to damage the ship, then let's take care of them as much as possible. Bakkin, take care of Punk; his fighting ability is really poor. If there's any treasure on their ship, you can get a bigger share."

Although Bakin is now in the same boat as them, the best way to get this money-grubber to do something is to promise him some money. After all, it's not his own money, so he won't feel bad about it.

"Men, hurry up! They're just a bunch of weak scientists. Once they're on board, they'll be easy prey!"

"They must be smarter, right? Maybe they can fetch a high price on the black market. Piecrow is being overly cautious. What's there to be cautious about? They've done it before, targeting celebrities."

MADS's ships were considered giant vessels. When the assassins approached, most of them could only try to climb using ropes. A small number of elites used their physical advantages to board the ship directly, but the situation on the ship was slightly different from what they had expected.

Bang!

A massive metal fist flew in out of nowhere. Blitzcrank's mechanical claw could grab more than just people. To Blitzcrank, it was a hand, but to an ordinary human, it was a battering ram.

Crack!

Two electric currents flashed. Blitzcrank's main body was ultimately a rescue robot, with a greater role in support than in actual combat, while Frankenstein was a combat model. The current unleashed by its warhammer instantly wiped out a group of enemies.

The assassins waiting behind looked at their comrades who had been electrocuted and suddenly had some doubts. The strength of this target seemed to be somewhat different from what was described in the intelligence.

Before they could take any further action, a metal warhead suddenly landed on their deck. It appeared to be a dud, failing to explode despite several impacts.

Just as they lowered their guard, the warhead suddenly exploded, and many people around felt a stinging sensation.

"What is that? Why is it suddenly so hot? Pfft."

The first person to be shot didn't feel anything at first, but within a few seconds, a burning pain shot through his body. His body began to wither, and green marks appeared on his skin. Then he collapsed unwillingly.

This was not the end, but the beginning. All those shot, as well as the assassins they encountered, exhibited the same reaction within a short period. In just one minute, the ship fell silent.

"Hahaha! This is my experimental creation—a mummy! You idiots, still want to lay a hand on us? Go to hell!"

Quinn and Caesar are both dedicated to the research of weapons of mass destruction. They are not currently involved in high-level battles, and it is not difficult for a strong person who can get close to kill Quinn.

But when facing members of these assassin groups, Quinn's weapon is one-sided slaughter.

"What have you done, you bastard! Die!"

A shout suddenly rang in Quinn's ears. An assassin who had already boarded the ship swung his knife at Quinn's neck, seemingly wanting to avenge his companion, but was instead pierced through the body by an electric current from the other side.

"Idiot, is this the time for you to show off?!"

Judge used his electric gun to take down the enemy behind Quinn, and also took the opportunity to taunt Quinn.

"Judge? You actually made a move? I thought you were going to keep pretending. What, are you finally changing your mind?"

If you can't beat them, join them. At this point, Quinn had completely changed his attitude and even volunteered to join the war without being mobilized.

"Hmph, I'm not like you. I'm doing this to protect myself. Assassin groups don't leave anyone alive."

Judge and Queen had different ideas. Judge did this mainly because of his background. The Germa Kingdom was originally made up of assassins. Although it has declined now, Judge knows the way these assassins operate.

If you don't want to be killed, then you have no choice but to kill them.

Of course, not everyone has the same mindset as Judge. Every ship has its stains, not to mention that MADS was a temporary assembly organization.

"Hey, your target is either Sidiriel or Vegapunk, right? They're over there, so hurry up and do what you're going to do."

Caesar had no intention of helping in the fight; in fact, he was giving directions to the assassins. However, the assassins' orders were to silence him. Just as Caesar was feeling smug, thinking he had shifted the blame, several assassins began to surround and attack him.

(End of this chapter)