The setting sun turned into a bright moon, until night, the sailors in the warships that were sailing downwind and hit the edge of the harbor, and the sailors lying near the harbor all woke up.
Along with them, the invading pirates also woke up, and then...
there was nothing that happened to them.
The brightly lit port had seawater seeping out from the protruding and sunken cracks in the ground. One of the cracks was empty, forming a cave that accumulated seawater. On this devastated ground, teams of pirates were being escorted away by the navy with their hands tied with ropes and chains.
On the other side, Zephyr was sitting on a rock. The navy medical team was wrapping bandages on him. Around him, there was a group of navy men with their heads lowered in shame.
They were the personnel brought by Zephyr on the warship this time. Unexpectedly, they fainted without being able to help at all. When they woke up, their commander was already seriously injured.
"Chief Instructor Zephyr!"
The lieutenant colonel of the Rogue Town branch trotted over, stood at attention in front of Zephyr and saluted.
Zephyr waved his hand and said, "I am no longer the chief instructor. I retired a long time ago. Now I am just the commander of the pirate guerrillas under the navy. You can just call me Zephyr."
"Chief Instructor, you..." The branch lieutenant colonel didn't dare to call him by his real name.
Zephyr didn't care about this and asked directly: "How is the statistics? How many casualties are there?"
The branch lieutenant colonel pursed his lips and said, "This time, the Natural Disaster Pirates and more than a dozen surrounding pirate groups invaded and plundered a large amount of property in the wealthy area and commercial area of Rogue Town. The amount is too large, and it is currently impossible to calculate the loss. As for the casualties, there are seven people."
Zephyr was stunned, "Seven people?"
"Yes, they were all nobles living in the wealthy district. I heard from people around me that they were killed by pirates because they resisted the plundering of the Natural Disaster Pirates."
He paused, looked around, and whispered, "These nobles don't have a very good reputation, and they may not be..."
"That's not something you should say!"
Zephyr glared at him sternly, "Don't ask for trouble!"
"yes!"
The lieutenant colonel straightened his body and continued, "A large amount of property cannot be recovered. There is intelligence that local black market merchants are involved, but we have not found any evidence. However, some people have seen them walking around the streets selling goods. The property seems to be in the hands of local people. But no one claims to own it, and we have no other choice."
Zephyr subconsciously looked towards the sea, frowning, "Is it only property that was damaged?"
Seven deaths is too rare for a pirate's robbery.
But to the well-informed Zephyr, this seems normal.
Some pirates on the sea disdain to attack the weak, or rather, they do not take the weak seriously.
If they have to choose a target, they will only look for the stronger ones among the weak. No matter in terms of status or wealth, those who are different from ordinary people are their targets.
Is that little devil such a pirate?
Zephyr reached out and touched his chest, and said fiercely: "It's too early to want my life, little devil!"
The power of that strange physical technique is not small. Once hit, it will have the power to destroy the body, as if it is damaged from the inside.
But the domineering technique itself has internal destruction, and when combined with the power of that little ghost, it is double the destruction. In fact, that power is more special than the internal destruction.
He is indeed a tough kid.
If we just release them back into the sea.
"And Garp's grandchildren are the same, they are all restless, the sea is always very lively."
A sigh was heard in the harbor, and in a house in a dark alley far away from the harbor, a group of people had gathered.
"How much did you earn?"
Link bit his cigar and scanned the surrounding black market merchants. On this ground, there was a large amount of Baileys hoarded!
A merchant stacked the last stack of money and said excitedly: "The statistics are out. We have made a total of 1.2 billion Baileys. We are rich!"
"1.2 billion"
Link's lips curled up into a smile, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait, 1.2 billion, doesn't that mean we only made 200 million Baileys! What's so good about that!"
"But we are selling goods on the spot. From noon when the Calamity Pirates started the robbery until now at midnight, we have just distributed the last batch of goods. In less than twelve hours, we have been able to recoup our investment and make a profit. It is already very good." said the black market merchant.
"But there are eighteen of us!" Link shouted, "Each person only has a little over 11 million."
"What, what happened?"
The other black market merchants looked at Link weakly, "This amount is not low."
Of the 200 million Baileys, each person can get about 11 million. This amount of money is of course a huge sum for ordinary people, but it is actually not a small amount for them.
Ordinary black market merchants would buy a batch of goods and resell them, sometimes making millions in profit, sometimes tens of millions or even twenty or thirty million. This was normal, but the higher the profit, the more often they would take action.
Sometimes it takes two to three months or even longer to produce a batch of goods, so you can earn more than 10 million in just a dozen hours, which is certainly not a low amount.
But Link was not satisfied.
"If we have enough time to get that batch of goods, each of us can make at least 100 million Baileys! Absolutely!"
Link yelled, "Sager sold it to us at 50% of the cost! Such a good opportunity to make money was ruined by Zephyr! Damn Zephyr, why did he come at this time!"
When Sager wanted to rob Rogue Town, he was of course afraid of taking risks, but now that he has the goods, he is not satisfied anymore. He feels that the little money he has earned is a loss compared to the huge amount that Bailey could earn!
No matter how much you earn, it's a loss!
"That's great, Link. Don't think too much. With such a large operation, someone will definitely be held accountable. Have you forgotten that the navy just contacted us? But we sold the goods to the people in the town. If we dispersed, those people would have no way to track us down. We are not at risk."
A black market merchant picked up a stack of Baileys, smelled the banknotes on it, and said intoxicatedly: "Think about it, we made money, and the property was returned to the people. The natural disaster also got the property and left. The navy also caught other pirates to report. Everyone has a bright future."
"yes."
A black market merchant nodded, then suddenly thought of something and asked stupidly, "Who lost money then?"
Everyone: "…"
Then they all looked thoughtful, as if they were pondering the issue.
Finally, a black marketeer said firmly: "No one loses!"
The others looked over at him, and he continued, "The things are still in the town. Those medicines and things will eventually be sold to people. There is no difference between us selling them or others selling them. In the end, they are all in this town and have not disappeared, so..."
He said in a shocking voice: "Everyone made money!"
"Oh! What a great speech!" The black market merchants applauded and agreed.
"Fool!"
Link's forehead was so angry that veins popped out. He took a deep breath and walked out the door, "Pack my money. Everyone, disappear for a while and keep a low profile!
If he continues to be with these people, he will be pissed off sooner or later.
But
when Link walked outside and looked at the stars in the sky, he thought about it, shook his head and sighed, "It seems to make sense."
(End of this chapter)