my stealth fighter

Chapter 266
Everything is difficult at the beginning, after the first shot, the second time is much easier.

Raphael's arrows never fail, as long as there is a tuna passing within her range, she will definitely die. The only thing that restricts her efficiency is the weak power of the fishing boat, it is very difficult to catch up with the tuna, and the ordinary bow and arrow in her hand.

In just two or three days, the ice-covered warehouse of this small fishing boat was filled with whole tuna and slices of shark fins, which made the boat almost unable to move.

So many tuna and sharks died in her hands, she has no sense of guilt, because guilt is bound by rich people, and poor people like her are not entitled to have guilt.

In her eyes, a fish is a fish, even if one million tuna and sharks are killed, they are still just fish.

The ecstatic captain decided to return to the voyage, sell all the catch first, and then go to sea again. Anyway, what he told her was a fixed price, and no matter how many fish he caught, she would not be given a share.

On the night of returning to the voyage, the drunk captain and sailors felt that they were rich people, and they did not know who was the first to propose to have fun after drinking. The only fun on the vast sea is a woman, and she is the only one on board. a woman.

Drunken captains and sailors knocked on her cabin door and forced their way in without waiting for her permission.

The captain set a price and asked her to "play" with them.

The price was very attractive, and she was slightly moved. After all, poor people's bodies are worthless, but living in a fishing village, she knew very well that what a drunk man said was no different from farting. Maybe you can't pay your bills.

As for paying the money first...their catches are still on the boat and have not been sold, so where is the cash coming from?
So she said no.

It may be that she acted weak and bully on the boat, so weak that she didn't look like a transcendent, which made them more and more emboldened, and they even wanted to be strong.

She resisted.

Their movements are like slow motion in her eyes, but the size of the fishing boat is very precious, the cabin is too narrow, there is only one upper bunk and one aisle, the upper bunk is for luggage, and the lower bunk is for sleeping. They blocked the door, and she Can't run out no matter what.

In the fierce resistance, she picked up the bow and arrow on the upper bunk, and the familiar feeling of holding it in her hand made her body move as if she had voluntary consciousness.

Draw the bow, draw the string, aim, and release the arrow.

A series of movements flowed like clouds and flowing water, and when the vibration of the bowstring brought her back to her senses, an arrow had already penetrated the bodies of both the captain and the sailor.

But they were not dead yet. After all, she was used to aiming at fish, and had never tried to aim at people. The arrow passed through their stomachs and nailed to the bulkhead, leaving four thin blood holes on the front and back.

Under the influence of alcohol, the captain and the sailors didn't feel any pain at first, as if the arrow passed through someone else's body, and they even saw the arrow holes in each other's body, which was a bit funny... But when they saw blood like running water Flowing from the arrow holes, they couldn't laugh any more, and suddenly woke up from the wine.

They panicked and pressed the arrow holes in front of them with one hand, and the arrow holes behind them with the other, trying to block the blood, but it is really difficult for ordinary people who have not practiced this difficult pose, and they can't do it either. Block the front and leak the back, and block the back and leak the front.

"You... what have you done? Stop the bleeding!" the captain growled.

It's not a matter of stopping the bleeding, the arrow pierced their guts, the captain was tall and his intestines were punctured, the sailor was short and his stomach was punctured, the captain was in front, the sailor was behind, and the arrow was still in the captain's intestines Some of the feces of the man went into the sailor's stomach... It's horrifying to think about it.

In short, the feces and gastric acid are flowing into their abdominal cavity. If the wounds of their stomach and intestines are not surgically sutured in time and then the feces and gastric juice in the abdominal cavity are cleaned up, their death is only a matter of time.

The most frightening thing is that what they are about to experience is a long death process, so long that they only want to die quickly.

Unless a ship happened to pass by, and there happened to be an experienced doctor on board the ship, and the doctor happened to be carrying a full set of surgical instruments, otherwise they would die, but the sea was vast, and they came out to poach, and their special trip was The remote waterway has not even encountered a ship these days, how could it be possible to meet other ships at this time?

"Quick... call the Coast Guard... tell them where the ship is... let them come and save me..."

In less than half a minute, the captain and the sailors felt the power drain from their bodies, and they collapsed to the ground along the bulkhead.

The captain pointed in the direction of the pilothouse, "The coordinates are...the coordinates are..."

He wanted to tell her the approximate coordinates at this time, but the alcohol and fear made him unable to remember the string of numbers at once, and this made him even more panicked and desperate.

She was at a loss, holding the bow and standing there dumbfounded. She pulled the bow countless times, the arrow pierced through the body of the fish countless times, and the bow string cut her fingers countless times, but this was the first time she hurt someone with a bow... Even murder.

When she picked up a bow and arrow for the first time, her father warned her that it is okay to practice shooting fish, but never point an arrow at a person, but at that moment she forgot everything and just wanted to protect herself.

"Asshole... go to the bridge and call..." the captain struggled.

The sailor was already clutching his stomach and his face was sweating from the pain, he couldn't speak a word, he was moaning like a woman.

Deng.

Another arrow flew out.

The humming stopped abruptly.

The arrow shot through the sailor's left eye socket, penetrated his brain, destroyed the central nervous system, and instantly stopped his physiological functions.

A thin, dark red stream of blood flowed from the left eye socket and slid down the sailor's cheek like a line of blood tears.

The captain was petrified, and held back the second half of his words.

"You...don't make the same mistakes again and again...just now it was an accidental injury, now...now you are killing people, you know?"

I don't know whether it was due to blood loss or panic, the captain's face was pale, his lips were blue, and he kept trembling.

"Murder?" She finally came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "I'm helping him."

"Huh?" The captain was stunned.

"When I was young, a dog in my neighbor's house was hit by a car. It was badly hit but survived. The owner couldn't bear the suffering of the dog, so he used a homemade shotgun..." She paused, "Later, I couldn't shoot arrows accurately. , some fish were hit by arrows but did not die, struggling very painfully, I will give them another arrow."

captain:"……"

He wanted to growl at her, that we were people, not bloody fish or dogs, but he didn't dare, the burning pain in his stomach was growing and the acid was digesting his insides.

"I... I don't hurt, really, it doesn't hurt at all..." He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, because he was afraid that she would "relieve" the pain for him with an arrow.

(End of this chapter)