area51novel Chapter 170 Lorne: Not good, retreat quickly!
Chapter 170 Lorne: Not good, retreat quickly!
Chapter 170 Lorne: Not good, retreat quickly!
The threads tightened, like steel wire, digging deep into Alger's muscles.
"What are you trying to do?!" Alger was both shocked and furious. He stared intently at Misor and shouted, "Is this how you trade?!"
Misor, faced with his questioning, simply shrugged indifferently, a mixture of pity and mockery on his face: "Don't be nervous, friend. I'm just a messenger. Our captain has something he'd like to discuss with you personally."
"captain?"
Before Alger could finish speaking, a soft footstep came from the deepest shadow of the cubicle.
Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure wearing a men's jacket slowly emerged from the darkness.
She had jet-black curly hair and a breathtakingly beautiful face, but her deep blue eyes held a chilling coldness and madness like an Arctic current.
The moment Alger saw her face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply.
"General of Disease"—Tracy!
Tracy ignored his exclamation. She didn't even glance at him. All her attention was focused on the black briefcase that sat quietly in the center of the room.
Her steps were unsteady as she slowly walked to the suitcase, suppressing her anger and grief.
Her hand, trembling, reached for the lock on the box.
"Clatter".
The lid of the box was opened.
When Tracy saw the body of "Brando" curled up inside, eyes wide open, face still bearing traces of pain and terror, her body jerked violently.
She felt as if all her support had been removed, and she stumbled back half a step, leaning against the wall to barely keep from falling.
No...that's not how it works.
I just wanted you to come back to me. I never imagined it would be like this. I was overwhelmed by immense pain and regret. Her breathing became rapid, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Did you—kill him?"
She slowly turned around, her bloodshot eyes, like those of a wounded beast, fixed intently on the bound Alger.
Her voice was hoarse and dry, yet it carried a frenzied, oppressive quality.
"tell me."
"Did you do this?!"
Seeing Tracy's heartbroken and on the verge of collapse, Alger's heart sank to the bottom.
What a big deal!
He immediately realized that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined!
"Lieutenant General of Disease" and this guy named Monkey Brando are not enemies at all! Judging from her reaction, their relationship is probably—the most troublesome kind of relationship!
I got scammed!
The thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.
That damned "Flame"! It actually got me killed! Alger cursed Danitz a thousand times in his mind in an instant.
He had no idea why Monkey Brando had a bounty on his head! He was simply after the reward money, and since he didn't dare to face "General Disease" in person, he put on that act and got himself into trouble!
Alger was filled with deep regret. He regretted his carelessness and greed; how could he have been fooled by someone like Danitz!
He snapped back to his senses at Tracy's cold, murderous question.
Now is not the time for regrets! We have to find a way to survive!
Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively and thoroughly sold Danitz out.
"It wasn't me!" he shouted, his voice filled with fear and grievance. "It was 'Flame'! It was 'Flame' Danitz who shot him! I—I was just a poor soul who happened to be passing by and was coerced by him!"
He struggled to portray the image of a victim who was deceived and exploited, and did so vividly.
"The bounty was all his idea! He told me that if I caught the person, I'd get a share of the money! I was just used by him!"
"Blazing Flames?"
Overwhelmed by anger and grief, Tracy didn't immediately recall who the nickname belonged to.
"Captain," Misor immediately stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "'Flame' Danitz is the fourth boatswain under Vice Admiral Edwina Edwards."
"Adeline Edwards—"
Hearing this name is like throwing another bomb into a volcano that is about to erupt.
That bitch! Brando's being taken away must have been related to her.
Tracy's eyes instantly became bloodshot. Old and new grudges, at this moment, completely ignited all her rationality.
That bitch was definitely no good person!
What? Knowledge and intellect? They're all fake!
He's just a guy who's good at deceiving others!
Not only that, but she also seduced Brando, who belonged to her, even while she was surrounded by men on a boat.
She was also deprived of the captain's title that should have been hers.
She still can't forget the way Lorne addressed the other captain.
It was a look of respect mixed with longing.
Brando's death is definitely related to her.
She lunged forward, grabbed Alger by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and with a look in her eyes that seemed to want to tear him apart, screamed at him:
"That bitch Edwina! Was she involved in this?!"
"I...I don't know!" Alger shook his head hastily. "I've never seen 'Admiral Iceberg'! There was only Danitz the whole time!"
"snort!"
Tracy shoved him away, letting him fall to the ground like a wolf.
She pressed for more questions, such as Danitz's current location and where they would meet. Throughout this, Alger repeatedly hinted that he was a member of the Church of Storms, hoping to intimidate them. However, Tracy was completely blinded by rage and didn't care about any of this.
After a while, when Tracy wanted to ask more questions, she found that Alger on the ground had turned blue and was foaming at the mouth.
He completely fainted due to his illness.
"hateful!"
She looked at the unconscious Alger and growled irritably. Her anger impaired her control over the illness, and for a moment she forgot how much force she had used.
She turned to Misor and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Bring him, and Brando's body, back to the ship!"
"Yes, Captain!" Misor answered without hesitation, thinking that he could finally return to the ship.
Tracy didn't look at the body that had broken her heart again. She turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only a cold, chilling sentence.
"I'm going to find that damned Danitz right now."
Before leaving, she added one more sentence:
"And the third mate. Whether this guy is telling the truth or not, he's an accomplice in Brando's death. Back on the ship, hang him on the mast!"
"I'll ask him about it when I get back."
"5000 pounds, half of that is 2500 taels, plus that special feature—over 4,000 taels, enough for me to buy a few more houses." Inside the house, Danitz was happily calculating his accounts, occasionally taking out the envelope containing 1,500 pounds to count, seemingly full of confidence in his plan.
"Based on your calculations, it feels like we could all retire right now," Lorne thought to himself.
Alger took the body away, and now it's time for a tense waiting period.
Lorne was somewhat restless, and he pondered as he petted the cat.
"Brando, stop looking so stern. They've already paid the deposit—"
"We can add another property on Xiangshu Avenue, for Mom and Grandpa's place—"
"Danitz, your voice is too soft—" He was just about to tell Danitz to be quiet when he suddenly reacted and stood up.
The Calamity Priest's premonition of calamity has been triggered!
"Oh no!" Lorne looked at Danitz.
"Something's happened, get out of here!"