He Comes From the Void

A day passed while waiting, and Sarah sat by the window from noon to night, keeping an eye on the situation on the slaughtering dock.

As she expected, the dismantling progress of the sea armored dragon was very slow, even if the best butcher was called in, it would not be fast.

In order to easily enter the body and cut off the internal organs, the sea armor dragon was arranged in a straight line, so the second half of the long snake-like body was still exposed outside the slaughterhouse, so one can imagine how far the progress inside was.

When night fell, the sea armor dragon's intestines hadn't been pumped clean.

You must know that the internal organs of fish are very perishable and must be disposed of as soon as possible.

However, the high-intensity work of dismantling sea beasts certainly cannot last a whole day.

In the middle of the night, the slaughterhouse on the pier was closed, and the back half of the sea armored dragon was stuffed into the slaughterhouse by the workers to avoid being eaten by the swarms of rats on the pier.

Feeling that it was almost done, Sarah put on a pair of guns and put on a windbreaker and walked out of the room.

Pushing open the door, I happened to meet Kahn and the two in the corridor, also preparing to go out.

"It's time?" Kahn asked.

"Well, it's time for dinner, do you want to go together?" Sarah covered her long scarlet hair with a hat, and lowered the brim of her hat. Her long, wavy hair covered half of her face, making her look even more charming. up.

She thought that Kahn and the two were going to devour the sea dragon with her.

Sarah had also sneaked into other people's territory before and stole things, but this was the first time she had stolen such a large thing, and she was somewhat apprehensive.

"No." Kahn shook his head: "I'm going to Pickpocket Square."

When Sarah heard about the square, she thought that the two of them were going to go shopping in the market to enhance their relationship, but when she noticed a rolled up paper in Kahn's hand, she realized that the two actually had other things to do.

"Is this a reward order?"

"Um."

"Who do you want to offer a bounty to? Can't I earn the money?" Sarah was a little puzzled. Why did they deliberately go to the square when the most beautiful and capable bounty hunter in Bilgewater was right in front of her eyes? Leave the business to others.

Is this looking down on her business ability?

Kahn shook his head: "There is no money to be made, this is a white wolf with empty hands, I just want to express a certain message through the reward order, so that some outlaw lunatics will come here after hearing the news, just like a shark smelling blood .”

"Oh, that's part of the plan too?"

Kahn nodded noncommittally.

"Then I'll have the dinner all by myself." Sarah walked past the two of them, but was stopped before they walked out of the corridor.

"By the way, remember to leave me a good sea dragon skin." Kahn reminded suddenly.

"What do you want that for?" Sarah asked with her head akimbo, looking back.

"I'm going to order a pair of leather boots."

"Leather boots? I don't think you need them." Thinking that the skin armor can be transformed into various clothes, she shifted her gaze to Kai'Sa: "Why don't you make it into a wallet and give it to your sister?"

She didn't dare to ask for it herself, otherwise she would be suspected of provoking.

"I didn't use it myself, it's another bait."

...

Along the way, Sarah kept thinking about Kahn's words.

It seems that besides himself, he is also planning to use others to help him achieve some ulterior secret.

Even if she asked, he didn't say anything, only said that this was a part of overthrowing Planck and let her do her own thing first.

Sarah sorted out her thoughts, the most urgent thing is to let the void skin armor evolve to full coverage first, and figure out what abilities she has.

The smell from the slaughtering pier drifted away with the sea breeze, and it was still so disgusting and stinky.

Even if I soaked a facecloth in rum so strong that my mother could choke and covered my nose, it still couldn't block the stench.

But Sarah was used to the stench, and sometimes the wind was not in the right direction, and the stench of the slaughterhouse could permeate the entire lower part of Bilgewater.

Anyone who wants to live in Bilgewater, whether you're a hustler or a gambler, a boatman or a captain, poor or rich, will eventually get used to the stench.

Not to mention, there are still many people who make a living relying on the dirty work on the slaughter dock to make a living.

A sea monster industry has supported Bilgewater's economy. When the waves are stained with blood, it means that people have money in their pockets; since they have money, they have to spend it in restaurants, gambling dens, brothels, etc. around the pier. in the cave.

Most people in Bilgewater started out at the slaughterhouse, and if you want to make money, you have to put up with the smell and smell here.

The pier is already working casually, and only a few members of the Hook Gang are patrolling.

She killed the Slut Ripper here yesterday, and because it didn't cause any damage to the pier, it was treated as an ordinary vendetta.

Therefore, the security of the slaughter dock was still so lax, which made it easier for Sarah to sneak in.

Sarah squatted in a dark corner on the pier, the tail end of her windbreaker had been dragged on the slippery ground, messy.

Huge crates were randomly piled up on the pier every ten meters, and under the cover of the crates, she approached the slaughterhouse on the pier step by step.

As a rule, hordes of pier rats would follow a lone individual, waiting for that individual to pass out and eat a feast.

Each of these mice is as big as a dog shark. Their smooth and shiny fur is like reflective shark skin. Their streamlined body makes them good swimmers. The shark-shaped mouth is for them to catch underwater animals. food.

If you don't look for a rotting sea snake or other meat to distract you, the position of the infiltrator may be exposed by the rats following.

But Sarah unexpectedly discovered today that there was no pier rat following her.

She touched her tailbone, maybe the skin armor scared the mice away.

Sarah waited in the shadows for a while, and a few patrolling gangs wandered behind the slaughter shed and disappeared from her view.

That means she has two minutes to sneak in before they turn back.

She trotted on her leather boots all the way to the slaughter shed, speeding up her pace as much as possible without making too much noise. The echo of the waves lapping on the pier and the cry of seagulls in the sky would cover her steps.

In less than twenty seconds, she came to the door of the slaughter shed, above which was decorated with a huge metal skull shield. She pushed the wooden door lightly, and then she found that the wooden door was locked.

The key was in the hands of the patrol, so it was naturally impossible for Sarah to grab it.

Fighting with a few men, she, a weak woman, can't avoid using a gun, and using a gun will cause more trouble.

So she took out her dagger, put the point of the knife in it, and began to pick the lock.

As a gunsmith who works with precision instruments, it's not difficult, and bounty hunters want to go in and out of various dangerous places, and they can't pick locks.

This is a compulsory course, and the locks she has picked are eight thousand if not ten thousand.