He Comes From the Void

Back in the store, someone didn't know who had boiled a pot of hot water in the bathtub. The exhausted Sarah plunged into it without even thinking about it.

The warm water drove away her pain, and she really wanted to just sleep like this, sleep until dawn, and then have a headache again.

Then she heard a movement, someone came into the bathroom.

Kai'Sa appeared in front of her, looking down at her across the water, frowning slightly.

Sarah didn't greet her, she didn't want to talk now, she was tired.

"Kan let me see your condition, are you not injured?"

Sarah shook her head, her long hair bobbing from side to side in the water.

At that time, she had already got into the sea, and she was not directly hit by the explosion, but was pushed heavily by the waves, but was blocked by the skin armor.

Since then, she never approached the Nether Abyss, but swam all the way back.

She knew in her heart that this night of revenge was over.

Need to go through more preparations, and then come back again.

"Do you know that doing this is not good for us? You only care about your own hatred." Kaisha said again, without much blame in her voice, as if she was reading aloud.

But it doesn't matter, she just needs to convey Kahn's meaning clearly.

"Even if you destroy Planck's ship now, we are not qualified to participate in the turf battle. The dogs in Mouse Town will divide up the pier as soon as possible. Besides, you haven't killed Planck yet, which will make the He's on the alert, he's going to be harder to deal with, and maybe he'll expose us."

Sarah sank her head in desperation. She felt sorry for this. The moment she gained power, she was dazzled by hatred, and she didn't consider so many consequences when she did these things.

In the past, she was very clear about how much she weighed, but after living with the skin armor, she lacked a precise understanding of herself, and was initially lost in power.

Now she has seen it clearly, but she doesn't know the price to pay for it.

There was only one thing she could be sure of - Bilgewater was about to change, and under Planck's wrath, he would do whatever it took to find out the attacker.

Sarah's heart sank when she thought of the gun she had left behind somewhere.

"There is nothing else to say. Kahn has plenty of ways to deal with Planck. As long as you don't make it harder for us, what you have to do now is to develop your own power. Kahn is already thinking of ways to do it for you. Money, just wait."

Seeing Sarah nodded in the water, Kaisha turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

After a while, Sarah, who felt that she could not hold her breath, finally got out of the bath water. She took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling that the depression was discharged along with the air in her lungs, and her mood finally improved a little.

Indeed, Kai'Sa is on point.

Plank will definitely do something, and she'd better wait and see what happens, and stop acting rashly.

"I hope Kahn can fix the mess I left behind." Sarah put her arms on the edge of the bathtub and sighed alone with her head raised.

This posture exposed her blood-pulling and proud bust. Through the hazy water vapor, Kai'Sa took a deep look outside the door, and then returned to the room.

It was almost dawn, and after closing the door, Kaisha got into the warm quilt directly, and then grabbed his waist hard.

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy about asking you to do something in the middle of the night?" Kahn groaned, and it didn't hurt much, but he didn't expect it.

Of course, Kaisha would not say that she used Kahn as a punching bag because she was hit. It was not good to see something in the middle of the night. She showed her two big bright headlights, and then she became unhappy for no reason.

But after a pinch, it felt much better. Kaisha said: "I told her, now she should calm down and stop making her own decisions."

Speaking of business, Kahn forgot what happened just now. He slid his hand from his pinched waist to Kai'Sa's smooth back, and said: "That's good, this time the help should make Sarah take the initiative to give me the dominant position, otherwise she will always have her own. idea."

Kai'Sa doesn't want to care what Sarah thinks, as long as she has no thoughts about Kahn.

"Okay, don't mention her, go to sleep!"

She buried Kahn's face in her chest and told him to stop talking. Or use the energy of speaking on other things, for example, now, nephrite jade and Wenxiang have been brought to the mouth, even a man knows what to do.

Although her development is not as good as Sarah's, it is also a normal development, and she still has at least some experience.

...

Planck didn't sleep all night, and the Nether Abyss has been in emergency repairs since the fire was extinguished. At the same time, he sent people to the shore to find a few divers to go into the water, and tried his best to search for traces of the attackers.

At dawn, the slaughter fleet returned to Bilgewater Port, looking at the dense layer of charred corpses around the slaughter dock, as well as the damaged Hades.

The captain of the fleet was called by Planck, and was scolded bloody. The golden narwhal was put into the port, and the slaughter fleet was to blame.

As a result, the narwhal was not only taken away by Planck as compensation, but also the huge cost of repairing the Nether Abyss fell on their heads, which was simply bad luck.

After a morning's search, the divers did not find any corpses that could match the attackers, but the boatmen repairing the Nether Abyss did.

"Captain, we found this in the bilge."

Planck didn't stay in the bone carving room, but just stood at the hole in the deck and watched the progress of the repairs below, so the boatmen didn't dare to have the slightest secret and negligence. The moment they found something in the cabin, they immediately Hold it up and tell Planck.

The thing was presented to Planck. This is a large-caliber pistol, which is not only powerful, precise and accurate, but also elegant and unique in shape. It can be called a masterpiece.

"This is a gun made by Fortune." Plank turned the pistol upside down, and after careful observation, his wrinkled old face was suddenly covered with a layer of haze.

He still remembered Fortune, the famous female gunsmith who had customized pistols for many giant merchant captains.

So it's not surprising to see someone using Fortune's gun.

But why this gun? Instead of her other works?

This gun reminded Planck of unpleasant memories.

In fact, Fortune also ordered a pair of pistols for Planck, which Planck asked for at the door.

But she should never have made him a pistol and said he wasn't worthy, so he used her gun to kill her whole family and then smashed the gun.

But now, the gun that Abigail Fortune made for Planck appeared before his eyes again, which made him think of a very terrible situation.

"Could it be that Fortune's ghost came to take revenge last night?"

Plank shook his head vigorously, shaking the absurd thoughts out of his mind, and clenched the gun in his hand, with such force that his veins protruded.

"Whether you're a ghost or something, I'll find you out! Just hang from my mast with a fishhook, and let everyone know what it's like to fight against me!"

With anger burning in his eyes, Plank looked back at a tattooed butcher with a beer belly and a shirtless body, called him over and said.

"Go and get me the sharp scale hunters, I have something to ask those bastards."