Kapitel 54: Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Tom's Secret Pressure Cooker Bomb

Not everyone was saved; the labels on the display cabinets included not only the prices but also information such as names, ages, and occupations.

Ordinary people were released by Adrian and his group, while those who were former pirates were kept locked up.

In charge of unlocking were Adrian and Artoria, while Tom rummaged through the house, bringing out basins, towels, clothes, and money, placing them in the middle of the supplies.

He gave each person some money, enough for them to buy tickets and food. Then, they were allowed to choose suitable clothes and leave as they wished.

Throughout the process, not a single word was spoken; communication was done through writing.

These people were naturally grateful; they had thought their lives were over after becoming slaves, but now they had a chance at freedom.

In response, a note written in black and white: "Tidy up, leave in a few minutes, one or two at a time."

Meeting their benefactor, they didn't want to speak, nor did they want to reveal their identities. They quickly cleaned themselves with towels, making themselves look like normal people, and then left as if nothing had happened.

Some even picked out more expensive-looking clothes from the store owner's stock, pretended to be slaves who had been bought, and left together, only parting ways when they reached a secluded spot.

This store wasn't big, with a total of twenty display cabinets. In the end, only four pirates remained.

As they watched everyone leave, no one paid them any attention. At first, they begged softly, then turned to angry curses, and finally resorted to threats. They looked at Adrian and his group as if they were their most hated enemies, because they had items in their hands that allowed them to know their locations.

Some people were like this; even though they were strangers, if you helped someone else and not them, they treated you as an enemy.

These pirates, or rather, these maritime scums, were particularly prominent in this aspect. If you didn't do things their way, you would incur their insults and even their hostility.

For dealing with these guys, Adrian handed the baseball bat to Tom to take care of it. The main concern was avoiding attracting trouble due to the noise.

Tom wielded the baseball bat and confidently opened the display cabinets. One person, one swing, and four pirates fell in succession. Above their heads, red packets appeared along with small stars spinning in circles.

It was unclear how this special effect was achieved. Even though they used the same baseball bat, Adrian could only produce red packets with his strikes.

After estimating that the released people had moved far away, Adrian retrieved a pressure cooker. He prepared some firewood and then set up various sizes of firecrackers around it, worried that the power might not be enough.

[Tom's Secret Pressure Cooker Bomb: Heat on high for three minutes to detonate. Adding Tom's tail enhances the effect.]

Tom had unintentionally made this thing. After the explosion, he and the door were sent skyward, demonstrating what it meant to close the door when going out—literally.

Having been in this world for nearly two months, after participating in more than two hundred draws, Adrian had drawn plenty of firecrackers from the Tom and Jerry world. Sometimes it was one, sometimes it was a box, and he had even drawn a barrel of gunpowder once.

After amassing all these resources, it was time to test their power. As for whether it would harm others, Tom and Jerry's firecrackers were known to explode only in their own homes, never affecting their neighbors.

At this point, whether due to their strong constitution or Tom's gentle approach, one burly pirate woke up. Seeing those "firecrackers," he naturally didn't think they were firecrackers; who had ever seen firecrackers as tall as a person?

But from this scene, he could probably guess his fate. He tried to make a final request, "Can you hand those two people over to me? At least let me kill them with my own hands, so even if I die, I won't have any regrets!"

Adrian raised a piece of paper with the words, "Why should I help a pirate like you?"

The man wanted to curse in anger, and Tom was also angry, feeling that he hadn't done a good job. He walked over and gave him a whack with the baseball bat, this time with a lot of force, even breaking the bat.

Another red packet appeared on the pirate's head where the previous one was, along with three little birds circling around it, chirping away.

The world became quiet. Adrian tied up the unconscious store owner and employees, lit the firewood under the pressure cooker, and left the store with Tom and Artoria. They found a suitable spot and waited quietly. When three minutes were up, there was a loud bang as the pressure cooker bomb exploded. The entire house shook violently, flying up dozens of meters like a rocket, strangely taking the foundation with it.

Subsequently, the other firecrackers were also detonated, presenting a unique and spectacular fireworks display over the Shampoo Islands:

Ding! Ding! Ding! The sound of bells weaving together into a joyful rhythm. The house in the air also trembled to the beat, until the firecrackers burnt out. The house followed its original trajectory and fell back to the ground, turning into a pile of wood chips and glass shards.

Of course, such a commotion attracted the attention of many. Most people stopped in their tracks to watch, and once they realized what was happening, they immediately ran far away. Explosions usually meant trouble, so it was better for ordinary people to keep their distance.

A small group of people chose to investigate, likely hoping to profit from the situation or just enjoy the spectacle.

Some remained calm and chatted with their companions, "There was an explosion over there."

"Yeah, there was."

"I think I saw a house flying in the sky just now."

"I saw it too."

They exchanged glances. "I heard that Ward 22 has a good ophthalmology department."

"Let's go."

...

The recently freed people heard the noise and saw the familiar flying house. They wiped their tears and silently thanked their anonymous benefactor before heading to the port.

There, they could buy tickets to leave this nightmarish island, seeking new lives or returning to their hometowns.

Adrian and Artoria didn't care about these people's gratitude. They didn't do this for recognition; they did it because they believed it was the right thing to do.

Tom didn't consider these matters at all; he was only in it for the fun.

When Artoria sensed that the auras of the six individuals had disappeared, the three of them left the crowd and returned to the tavern. It was already noon.

"Huh? Does this have a time limit?" Upon entering the tavern, Adrian noticed that he could see Tom and Artoria again.

Tom and Artoria also looked at themselves in surprise, touching their arms and cheeks. The ink seemed to have

evaporated into thin air; there were no traces of it on their bodies.

Artoria seemed to be in a much better mood. "Luck was on our side. We happened to recover at this moment. Revealing ourselves on the street might have caused a commotion."

"Indeed, luck was on our side." Adrian glanced at Artoria. Was her luck score particularly high? Was that why this happened so coincidentally? But that wasn't important; what mattered was:

"Tom, I'm hungry."