Chương 53: Part 6.6
"Whoops. That's kinda my bad. If those barrels were explosive than you should've clearly labeled them. Then I wouldn't had shot them to make my point. The point being I have a gun and I'm ready to use it." I said as stood up, climbing out of the pipe of rubble that used to be the wall I used to take shelter from the explosion. The wall still collapsed on me, but I'm okay. One wall can't stop me. It would take at least sixteen walls before I'd even start to slow down.
I'd been threatening these merchant looking types for some directions. They were off to the side of the road and just to show them I'm not afraid to shoot them if they didn't do as I wanted and give me some directions I shot one of the barrels they were hauling around without increasing the bullet's speed or size. The merchants flipped their lids and began running around panicking, their arms waving around in the air. Immediately afterwards the brown barrel I shot began to hiss and smoke, and when the merchants saw this they all ran and took cover. At Thai point I realized something was wrong so I walked to a nearby building, kicked the door to the residence down, and hunkered down beside an inside wall.
Then the barrels exploded. The shockwave collapsed the wall, and the entire building, on top of me. But like I already mentioned before I was okay. If an explosion could stop me that easily j would've died on Level Four. If the guards ever felt like it they would break out the explosive rounds for their rifles and use them on the prisoners. Just to show us that they were serious.
As I finished dusting bits of wall and building off myself I heard some groaning from a nearby pile of rubble so I casually walked over to it. Then I kicked it, and the groaning increased. Looks like one of the merchants was alive underneath there. There were only three walls on top of him and he hadn't even started to dig himself out yet.
I sighed and easily pushed the rubble off of him with my foot. He didn't look so good. Lots of charred skin and one of his arms looked broken. But that's his problem and not mine. I grabbed him him by his shirt and lifted him up.
"Why weren't those barrels labeled explosive? Someone could've gotten hurt." I accused him. Then I see something out of the corner of my eye splatterd on a nearby wall. It's bloody bits and pieces of someone who wasn't fast enough to escape the explosion. "Correction. People did get hurt because you didn't properly label those barrels."
The merchant gave a raspy cough and weekly said, "It says explosive right on the barrels..."
There was a piece of barrel by my foot so I dropped the man and picked up the shard of wood. Sure enough, it was covered in squiggles that I guess could be considered words by those literary types. I kinda wish I was literate. Reading and writing are probably valuable life skills.
I held up the wood so the merchant could see it and asked him, "So those squiggles mean 'explosive' right?"
But he didn't answer. I nudged him with my foot to see if he would move but nothing happened. So I flipped him over and noticed he was dead. Which was a damned shame. I could've really used those directions.
After I had traded Zumberbatch his life for information I learned where all of the nobles on the island lived. I decided that I would do what came naturally to me and doing what came naturally included treating the island like it was Impel Down. That meant finding the prisoners who say they're in charge and then kill them in the most painfully cruel or cruelly ironic way possibly just to show them how wrong they are. That's what the guards encouraged prisoners to do sometimes. It's part of the whole philosophy that have of prisoners torturing prisoners so they don't have to and make their own jobs easier.
I had sent groups of the crew to round up all the nobles alive and bring them to the town square we passed when we entered the city. Then I'd do what came to me naturally. I myself was also heading to a mansion to grab a noble. From the docks the largest and fanciest looking mansion in the city could be seen and that was my target. While I was grabbing whatever snobs lived there I guess I could also grab something for my future loot pile.
Like a solid gold statue of three guys arms wresting simultaneously. That sounds especially fancy.
The streets were pretty much abandoned at this point. At first we had encountered heavy resistance from the militia. But soon they were all either killed or captured by some ex-prisoners who were into that kind of stuff. The civilians that fought back and resisted we're all killed of course. Or worse. Some prisoners had become awfully creative after their time in Impel Down.
No kids were hurt at all of course. I had promised the crew that anyone who hurt a child would have something unspeakable happen to them. I told them that specifically because there words to describe what I would do to the guy who hurt a child, just the screams that happen while I'm doing it. I only know it myself from that one time on Level Four with that bitch Sadi.
I stop walking when I turn the corner and bump into something. Or someone. Someone familiar at that.
Instead of falling over the man skids backwards, which impresses me. I wish I could skid on demand. Whenever I do it it's just kinda of a spur of the moment kind of deal.
The man wearing the reflective mask and black suit raises his hand in greeting. "Long time no see! How's my favorite prisoner going."
I nod and wave awkwardly back at him. "Hello Keystone."
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