Pirates to the top

Morton suddenly staggered and almost fell down, but Danny beside him seemed to have expected it and helped him up.

"Your body can't hold it anymore. With such a high-level weapon, and there are so many people at once, the shrapnel in your head will kill you at any time."

Morton tried his best to calm his right hand that was shaking due to severe pain. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, which Henry had given him before he left.

Danny helped Morton light the cigarette with a match.

"It doesn't matter. I've been waiting for that moment for so many years. And I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold on anymore."

Morton was referring to Danny's body racked by complications from advanced cirrhosis of the liver and peptic ulcers.

Late at night, Danny suffered from vomiting caused by pain, and blood and tissue were vomited on the ground.Strong alcohol would hasten his and Morton's death, but they were clearly not the type to give up wine in order to prolong their lives.

Danny blinked his eyes, which had lost some of their vitality due to macular degeneration.

"It's okay, I won't die in front of you."

"Do you and Salah still hate me?"

Danny slowly put down the flintlock rifle he had set up, and he seemed to notice something.

"There's no use talking about it now."

"Yeah." Morton tore up his tattered coat, revealing his body covered in muscles and scars.

Sanchez, who was holding the machete handle in the distance, stopped.Next to him, Navigator Barkis and Second Officer Holger Grace followed Sanchez's gaze and looked into the distance.

"We were all bastards who were supposed to die in the New World. I never thought that we would have a good death. I knew it from the moment I escaped back to Beihai."

When Sanchez saw Morton and Danny, he paused for a moment before pulling out his machete.

"Do you think Henry can leave here alive? He is the hard work of me and you for three years."

"Click"

Danny held a cigarette in his mouth and finished loading the rifle with one hand.

"It's better to worry about yourself."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, not talking but looking at Sanchez and the others not far away.

At this time, the Collins Arena was already in chaos, and the death of Gabe Newell threw the management performance of the entire arena into chaos.The few escorts dispersed like birds and beasts. The young people who escaped from the dog hole on the platform in the arena looked at everything blankly. As for those who did not escape, they were naturally buried deep underground. Don't expect them. The weight of the dog hole can save their lives.

In the square, there were endless shouts and wailings, and the sound of cannons not far away that had not subsided made them even more overwhelmed.

Henry and the others quickly shuttled through the crowd, and were about to reach the gap.A figure stopped in front of everyone.

Franken stood in front of Henry, carrying a broad sword he got from nowhere.

"Henry" Franken pulled off his strap and held the broadsword taller than him in his hand.

"You go first. Go there and I'll find you right away."

"Henry," Monet wanted to say something more, but Silas pulled him away and took him away. Jack also nodded towards Henry.

Franken paid no attention to the people running out from his side, and just stared at Henry with his destructive eyes.

"I never think about cutting your hand to wash away my shame." Franken walked toward Henry step by step, holding the broad sword.

"For countless days and nights, I endured their scorn and ridicule. I endured it, suppressed it, and resented it."

"Henry, I said that as long as you don't kill me, I will be like the most vicious snake, looking for opportunities to kill you."

After saying that, Franken turned his whole body and swung his sword towards Henry's cheek.

Although Franken is only 14 years old, years of training and hateful motivation make this move quite powerful.

"Chong"

Henry just put his right hand across his chest and leaned back slightly to easily block Franken's slash.

Henry looked at Frank expressionlessly, his thoughts seeming to go back to three years ago. He never thought that a person's hatred could last for so long, and it would appear in a young man.

It’s this expression again, it’s this expression again.”

Franken's broadsword kept swinging, and the long-handled broadsword, which even an adult had trouble picking up, seemed weightless in his hand.

The wind pressure brought by the broadsword kept Henry's blond hair swaying, but Henry was always able to dodge Franken's swings at weird angles.

"Why are we all the meanest slaves, the filthiest mudbloods, and rats in the stinking ditch? Why are you the only one who always shows that condescending expression?"

Franken, who raised his sword, jumped up high and slashed with his sword.

Henry easily avoided the slash again, but Franken used too much force, and one-third of the sword blade was inserted into the bluestone on the ground.

Franken wanted to pull out the sword, but Henry stepped on the sword. No matter how hard Franken tried, he just couldn't pull out the sword at all.

Henry has never considered himself a good person. He violated professional ethics in his previous life, and now he has gained status and power through means. Even with Morton and Phillips, Henry purposely approached them in the beginning because of the background description of the echo40k system. .

But even so, Henry still retains his bottom line. He will make suggestions to Gabe Newell in order to reduce the mortality rate of these teenagers. He will spend his own money at festivals to give a small number of gifts to the slaves in the arena. He will also give Monet a scarf as a birthday gift, put his own cotton coat on Jack who is about to freeze to death, and agree to the nonsensical requests of everyone in Dog Cave No. 9.

Henry admitted that three years of living in a different world had made some changes in him, but looking at Franken, who he had thrown out of Dog Hole No. 9 three years ago, Henry fell silent.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Henry looked up at the ferocious young man in front of him.

"Because you deserve to die." Franken gave up the long-handled broadsword inserted into the brick, pulled out the simple dagger on his thigh and stabbed Henry in the eyes.

Henry's eyes froze, and he held the incoming knife blade firmly with his right hand. Drops of blood kept dripping on the ground. Henry slapped the dagger hard with his left hand regardless.

With a crisp sound, the simple dagger made of inferior steel was broken.

At this time, Henry no longer held back. Before Franken could react, Henry came to Franken and hit him in the face with a palm.

Franken suddenly became dizzy and fell backwards.

"Psycho Knife" Henry's right hand slashed Franken's diaphragm, and a feeling of suffocation spread throughout his body.

There were a few more crisp sounds, and Henry's hands hit Franken's important joints like poisonous snakes.

"Cough cough vomit"

Franken, who fell to the ground, was tortured by both suffocation and vomiting. He wanted to get up and discover that he had lost the touch of his limbs.All this happens in just a few seconds.

"Ahem!" Franken, who was finally able to breathe, tried hard to look at Henry with tearful eyes.He knew that he was no match for the person in front of him, not even Phillips or Valpo.But he still chose to take action and "revenge" the boy in front of him again and again.

He hates Henry, but not because of being kicked out of the dog hole three years ago, but because of Henry's ignorance and indifference to him in the past three years.

No matter how you plan, no matter how you calculate.Henry never treated him formally as a rival, an enemy.

Every attack was ruthlessly trampled to the ground by Phillips, and every plot was easily resolved by Silas.As his revenge deepens, Franken becomes increasingly aware of the gap between himself and Henry.

His wealth, his background, his companions, and his power are like an invisible gap that can never be crossed.Franken is like a clown, constantly seeking revenge just so Henry can look him in the face and get his attention.But what he gets in return is always an expressionless glance.

"Kill me, cough, Henry, kill me," Franken kept roaring as he watched Henry's voice fade away.

"You don't dare to kill me, you don't want to kill someone hahahahahahahaha cough cough."

Henry looked back at Frank, who was lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Henry, if you don't kill me, I will still kill you. This is true in this arena, this country, and even this sea."

"Huh" Henry sighed helplessly. In the past three years, he had never killed anyone, let alone a child.The conscience and bottom line of his previous life still tightly bound him.

"Henry, get back here, kill me, kill me now," Franken screamed with tears in his face under the sky of fire.

He hated Henry all the time, but he always wanted Henry's approval.