Embers of Embers

Chapter 519 The Rapture of Gold
"One, two, three, four..."
Ender sat behind his desk, carefully counting the butcher coins that Watson had brought. He rubbed his fingers vigorously on the surface of the gold coins, feeling the coldness of the metal and the value it represented.
It is not the gold that is valuable, but the value it represents.
The smile on his face became more and more ferocious, and Ender could hardly suppress the joy in his heart.
These butcher coins are simply a huge sum of money. After killing Watson, the Seahorse can turn around and return to Rendona Port. Ander will take all the money on board to Old Dunling. He bought a house in the richest part of Old Dunling so that he could live out the rest of his life in peace.
The ecstasy of gold did not last long. Ender tried to control his emotions and calm down. He stuffed the butcher coins back into the secret compartment under the drawer.
“One less person means one less person sharing the money.”
He muttered lowly and picked up the pistol in his hand. This gun had been with him for a long time. Since becoming the captain, Ender rarely fired with it. Rather than being a weapon, this pistol was now more of a weapon. So a symbol of power.
"So, she should probably die."
Ender thought like this and stood up. He sent a sailor to kill Watson. It was just a weak and tired woman. He didn't think anything would go wrong, but now that the sailor has not come back, it made him feel Something strange.
Ender's expression changed slightly. After the ecstasy, there was only coldness.
He remembered that when Watson took out the butcher coins, there were also many sailors present, and they also saw these butcher coins. Ender didn't know if they knew about the lower town, but if anyone knew about it, then he should too Understand that there is more to these Butcher Coins than meets the eye.
What if a sailor wanted to betray him?Just like when he betrayed his captain?This is not impossible. Ender is very aware of the allure of gold to a person, because he is a person who became a villain because of gold.
So who will it be?
Ender's eyes were bloodshot. He stood in the corridor and walked through the hatches one after another. He recalled the sailors following him in his mind. Who among them would betray him?
His body twitched slightly, and even Ender himself didn't realize it. He became more and more nervous, suspiciously thinking about everyone's possibilities.
No... there is another possibility.
The assassinating sailor has not returned yet. Maybe he and Watson reached an agreement?The silver crown, and the identity of this woman, maybe she has more butcher coins, and uses the money to bribe the sailors?
Ender reached into his pocket, which was also filled with butcher coins, and rubbed the gold vigorously with his hands, as if it would reassure him.
Who will betray him?
The butcher coins collided with each other. Ender lowered his head and saw that his face was reflected on the golden metal surface, and his face was distorted by the gold into the appearance of a demon.
There is no need to think about who betrayed you, yes, there is no need.
Ender figured it out.
This Seahorse cargo ship, the gray business, all the gold, no matter what, this is all Ender's own efforts. It was he who killed the captain of the previous generation. It was he who made today, obtained a steady stream of gold, everything The crew are just parasites lying on his body, sucking his own blood and sharing their gold.
There was no need for him to give the gold to anyone, it belonged to Ender himself.
"Right, that is it."
Ender kept stroking the gold in his pocket to convince himself of his madness. He checked the bullets in his pistol, then picked up a short knife. His bloated and shaky figure slowly opened a hatch. .
"captain?"
The sailor looked at the captain in surprise. Ender almost never came to the cabin to see the sailors, but before he could say anything, Ender raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.
"No one can share my gold!"
Ender cursed angrily and punched several bloody holes in the sailor's body. Gunshots and blood flowed everywhere, until the smelly blood flowed into his nose, and Ender stopped.
He stared blankly at the gun in his hand, the broken body of the sailor, and the bloodstains covering the entire wall...
Ender's expression froze together, then gradually melted, revealing a ferocious smile.
"One less person to pay for."
he said greedily.
Ender had long been fed up with this terrible life, drifting around the sea with a group of smelly sailors, doing business with a group of damn violent Vikings, and dealing with those hateful gangsters.
He has been living in danger for gold, but now the chance to change has come. As long as he swallows this butcher coin, he can live the rest of his life richly.
"poor guy."
A woman's voice sounded at the end of the corridor.
Watson wore a silver crown, his face was full of exhaustion, his arms were lowered, and he held a bloody folding knife in his end hand.
"Oh, you are here."
Ender raised his pistol and stared at Watson's silver crown.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You should be able to bring more gold, right?"
Seeing Watson still alive, Ander breathed a sigh of relief. He shouldn't have killed Watson. If Watson could come up with so many butcher coins, she must have some way of making money.
No one can be satisfied with gold.
"Captain! What's wrong!"
The crew rushed over, including sailors and the newly appointed chief mate. Everyone followed the sound of gunfire and gathered here.
Looking at these guys coming, Ender felt a chill in his heart. With so many people, he didn't have much confidence that he could kill them all... But now they probably didn't know that they had killed the sailor.
"She! She killed someone, I took the gun away from her hand, you stop her! By the way! Don't kill her, we have to torture her!"
Ender shouted cunningly. Watson's body was holding a folding knife and it was still stained with blood. In this emergency situation, listening to the captain's words, the crew easily believed Ender.
They all passed Ender and walked towards Watson with angry faces and murderous intentions.
There are basically no good people among the crew on this ship. Each of them has a human life in their hands, and the evil spirit surrounds everyone.
Watson didn't want to argue any more. She had to admit that after [sublimation], not only could Watson be freed from the shackles of her body, but her way of thinking had also slowly changed over a long period of time after losing her body.
Some people always feel that after gaining certain powers, they are still themselves and have not been distorted by the power. In Watson's opinion, this is very ridiculous. Now she herself is a typical example.
Watson may still think that she has a trace of humanity, but being freed from the shackles of the body has made her ignore many things. Otherwise, her body would not be so tired now, and she would not be disgusted with the weak body.
Like larvae and butterflies.
To cross a long distance, larvae need to work hard to crawl, while butterflies only need to flap their wings and fly high. The two creatures have completely different ways of thinking and solutions to one thing, but they are the same species.
This is the difference between Watson and humans, the difference between being [sublimated] or not.
There is no need for much nonsense. These evil people know what they have done. The sins on their bodies always warn them and make them carry weapons with them.
A dagger and a short stick, or a long knife and a pistol.
The men with guns did not fire. After all, Ender had spoken. He needed to live. The crew thought he wanted to punish the woman. In fact, all Ender wanted was gold.
The poison called gold completely spread in his body.
The distance between the two began to close, and one of the leading crew members raised a short stick and smashed it in front of Watson's face. This blow could completely defeat the woman. She would fall to the ground in pain, wailing, and praying for pleasure. death.
It should be like this.
This was the last thought in his mind. Although Watson was tired, it was the body that was tired, not the will. She drew the knife very quickly, like lightning passing by. When people saw the blurry light of the knife clearly , the tip of the folding knife had accurately penetrated his throat, along with the spine behind it.
Pulling out the jackknife, the man fell powerlessly, blood gushed out from the wound continuously, pulling away the temperature of his body.
"next."
Watson said coldly.
Her body was already very tired, so she wanted to preserve her energy as much as possible, and all her attacks had to be deadly and fast.
The scene was silent for a while, but then a shuddering anger rose, which not only failed to frighten them, but instead inspired their murderous intentions.
The narrow corridor helped Watson a lot. They could not swarm up. They picked up the folding knife and stared at the trajectory of the weapon.
It's like a dance.
Watson's body began to become light, like a fish swimming in the water. She dragged the fatal jackknife and missed the men's swings.
The corridor was so narrow that it would have been too crowded for two people walking side by side at the same time, but Watson just moved in and out of this short gap, twisting her waist and waving her arms, and she expressionlessly wrapped around the person in front of her. The man then brought up a large amount of blood.
First, he ducked sideways to avoid the blow, and then the knife tip pierced the man's abdomen. Watson gripped the handle of the knife and strode forward. The wound split open from his abdomen and spread to his waist. He was then lifted up forcefully by Watson. Cut off most of the back.
"Kill her!"
The men screamed, but they could not find Watson.
The field of vision was covered with splashing blood, severed limbs and corpses were flying everywhere, and the fallen flesh and blood hindered the men's progress. Some people tried to open fire, but in this narrow corridor, the tall figures of the men perfectly blocked Hua Hua's progress. raw body.
"Trouble, give way."
Facing the bloody scene, Watson still looked calm.
The man in front of him looked at Watson, who was covered in blood. Under his cold eyes was the coldness of death. He was frightened and screamed in despair.
"Noisy!"
Watson was already tired and couldn't bear the sudden cry. She stabbed out her other hand, holding a dagger in her hand, and penetrated the man's throat directly from one side. Blood poured into the respiratory tract, killing him. The sound is blocked.
At the same time, a sharp knife broke through the man's chest, killing him completely. It continued to pierce forward, pointing at Watson.
The man behind him finally found an opportunity to attack. Just as the captain said, one less person means one less cent. He didn't care about his colleague's life and death, and pierced his body to launch a surprise attack.
There was a heavy corpse between the two of them. Watson tried to avoid it, but he tripped over the corpse under his feet. The sharp knife pierced her chest and cut along the top.
"Damn, what's going on!"
The man cursed angrily. He firmly grasped the handle of the knife and tried to pull out the sharp knife and give Watson the final blow, but the sharp knife seemed to be stuck in the body and could not be pulled out no matter what.
Watson failed to fall, and at the last moment she grabbed the sharp knife and kept herself from falling completely. The sharp edge cut her palm, but there was nothing she could do in this situation.
Using the sharp knife as a point of strength, she dragged herself up, and then stabbed the folding knife into the corpse in front of her. The corpse blocked the man's view, and Watson responded with the same trick.
Cold death is imminent.
The heart was beating loudly, sending hot blood to all parts of the body. The man saw a slight bulge on the body, and then cold metal protruded from it.
"I saw!"
The man shouted loudly that he won this duel and easily dodged Watson's counterattack. He raised the sharp knife again, preparing to give Watson death.
Gunshots sounded.
Ender fired at the man, and the bullet penetrated his body and the body behind him. He kept pulling the trigger, one shot after another, until the man's body was smashed, and the body underneath it was also broken. Become riddled with holes.
"Now it's between the three of us."
Ender picked up the pistol and reloaded it. After reloading, he looked at the people who were still alive beside him, a sailor, and his first mate. There were only three of them left in the bloody corridor... Probably still There is a Watson.
"You, go check if she is still alive?"
Ender raised his gun and motioned to the sailor.
The sailor swallowed. The corridor was filled with corpses and blood, but he was not afraid. Just like Ender said, the more people died, the more money he would get.
But...can I guarantee that I will get the money alive?
He glanced at the first mate, whose expression was stiff, he couldn't feel the ecstasy of gold, and his thoughts were the same as the sailor's in his mind.
What can I do?Ender held up his gun, and with just two clicks, he could kill himself and the first mate. The sailor could only listen to his words, and walked to the pile of corpses to look for Watson.
Ender backed away slowly, ensuring that both the first mate and the sailor were within his line of sight, and finally the gun fell on the sailor.
The sailors violently opened up one corpse after another and picked up the blood-stained crown from the blood.
The blood soaked into the silver-white gap, it was like a blood-stained white rose, with alluring beauty.
"Is she dead?"
Ender was a little disappointed when he saw the crown. He thought he would get more gold...but it didn't matter, at least he got the crown.
The sailor did not answer his words, but put the crown on his head. Blood dripped from it and scratched his cheek. The next moment he turned around suddenly and threw the folding knife in his hand.
There was a piercing sound in the corridor, and the folding knife slashed through Ender's throat like an iron nail, and was firmly nailed into the wall behind him.
First he was in a daze, and then he felt the pain coming from his throat. He raised his hand and touched it gently. The scarlet blood was extremely dazzling.
"you you……"
Ender was speechless. He held his throat and tried to prolong his life. He raised his pistol, but a second sharp knife was thrown over, knocking off the pistol and piercing his palm directly. Then he pushed The palm of her hand dug into his abdomen again.
The sharp knife cut open his pocket, and the golden butcher's coin fell out of his pocket and fell into a pool of blood, reflecting on his face.
"Gold...my...gold..."
Ender stretched out his hand and tried to touch them, but his vision began to dim, and the gold made a mocking sound, getting farther and farther away from him.
The body became sluggish, stagnant on blood and gold coins, and lost its vitality.
"Can you sail a boat?"
the sailor asked the only remaining first mate.
The first mate was covered in the coldness of death. He looked at the familiar face in front of him. He was wearing a blood-stained crown, and the look on his face was so unfamiliar.
A pair of tired eyes, this look is so familiar, the woman who was just killed had such a look.
"meeting."
"Can it be just the two of us making this ship work?"
“It’s a bit difficult, but you can try it!”
The first mate replied eagerly, knowing exactly what would happen if he couldn't do it.
"What's your name?"
The sailor asked again. This question shocked the first mate and made him certain that the sailor in front of him was no longer the person he was familiar with, but that woman, a devil-like woman.
She brought an unknown amount of gold, which sent the ship to its death.
"Turk Brandi."
the first mate replied.
"Took Brandi, this gold is yours now."
Watson glanced at the gold in the pool of blood and left without looking back.
The Seahorse continued to sail across the sea, toward the abode of thunderclouds and storms.
(End of this chapter)