Thorns on a Rainy Night

It started raining in Sabaody, not heavily, just a light drizzle, quite dense, which created a thin mist on the ground, adding a touch of mystery to the first night after the Inn Street was reopened.

Because of the rain, the streets, which are usually brightly lit day and night, are now much quieter.

Only the magnificent electric lights and rustic lanterns on both sides illuminated the path for the patrolling navy in the night rain.

It was already late at night.

But beneath the rain, Area 70 was a scene of turbulent activity, with figures wielding gleaming weapons darting about at high speed under the cover of darkness.

Their locations were scattered haphazardly, appearing from various buildings or dark corners.

However, their main directions are basically the same: the main Qian path!

"A team of nine people."

"Six Swordsmen and three gunmen."

Dressed in all black, Kuroda hid behind the wall of a small hotel on the side of the street, cautiously observing a group of navy soldiers approaching. Nearby were five other men dressed in the same black, but armed with guns and knives.

"Notice the gunman in the middle; he's wearing a mini Den Den Mushi on his wrist!"

"I'll take care of him first, then you guys can come!"

"Yes!" the men in black replied in a low voice.

Once the naval patrol successfully entered the ambush point, Kuroda pulled a short Fire Pistol from his chest pocket. This was a rare find; only someone like him, who considered himself a gunslinger, would go to such lengths to acquire it.

[Bang!]

The ground, which was clearly made of tree roots but covered with a layer of grass, suddenly shot out countless green rays from below just a second before he raised his hand to aim.

"Ahh!"

"What is that?!"

A piercing scream echoed through the rain.

Kuroda's wrists, arms, and thighs were covered with short, sharp herbs.

When he fell painfully onto the Rainbase, there were faint green spots on the soles of his shoes and the arches of his feet.

Gradually, he became like a water bottle with countless small holes, with thin lines of blood flowing out of his body, then merging with the rainwater to form a pale red pool of blood beneath him.

Unable to stop wailing, Kuroda saw the approaching marines through the rain and witnessed the miserable state of his men.

They seem to be exactly the same as myself.

Its body was covered with green grass that looked like silver needles.

His scream seemed to have opened the curtain for the night, as cries of agony and gunshots began to echo in the distance.

A similar disturbance occurred at a shipyard located a large region away from here.

Hidden behind the scenes, the bigwigs opened champagne, drank sake, and enjoyed these sounds that represented death and pain. They seemed to see the beautiful image of marines patrolling the streets falling into a pool of blood.

Those screams must have been made by them, right?

Ha ha!

I believe that after tonight's lesson, that damned Horn of Justice will finally fall silent.

If once isn't enough, then do it two or three times.

We wouldn't dare do anything to the Marine Base.

I also acknowledge your strength.

But it's not surprising that something could happen to these marines on the street, after all, this is Sabaody!

"Ah--"

"Please get these things away from me!" A burly man with a fierce face pleaded frantically for help from the marines around him on the main road of Sector 56, not even caring about the knife beside him.

The marines looked at the guy covered in green thorns and exchanged bewildered glances.

They only ran over because they heard shouts coming from this area.

Unexpectedly, upon reaching the narrow alleyway, they saw more than a dozen figures lying on the ground, each with different injuries.

Some, like this burly man, were tightly entangled in thorny brambles covered with sharp spikes.

Some were covered in green grass, and there was even one unfortunate creature whose legs were corroded by a layer of green sap.

The main thoroughfare of the 76th district, the heart of the Inn Street, should be the liveliest place tonight.

At that moment, about twenty thugs, each armed with Fire Pistol, were firing at the watchtower. One of them was even carrying a rocket launcher!

[Boom--]

The rocket warhead, propelled by its plume, pierced through the rain and struck the wooden door on the first floor of the watchtower.

The intense heat of the fire instantly evaporated the surrounding rainwater, and a thick cloud of steam enveloped the wooden building.

"Hey, it should be broken by now, right?" the thug who fired the rocket launcher sneered.

"It's just a pile of broken wood; acquiring land for ten million Beli was incredibly easy!"

His arrogant remarks immediately earned him a great deal of praise from his subordinates.

"Attention, men, the navy is about to storm in... uh..." As the steam dissipated, the intact wooden door in front of him cut him off.

However, strictly speaking, it wasn't entirely ineffective; the surface did indeed have a layer of charred black residue.

"How is this possible? This is a rocket launcher! It can't even break through a dilapidated wooden building?"

He began to suspect that he had bought a counterfeit product.

But then the wooden building began to fight back. Marines opened small holes from the inside and stretched out their guns to fire at the rioters. At the same time, three people on the roof also leaned out and fired down.

The power of bullets has little effect on the strong, but it is just as deadly to the middle and lower classes!

"Run!"

Run!

The massive casualties immediately broke the mob's morale. They scattered and fled, ignoring all shouts and threats. However, countless blades of grass shot up from the ground, leaving them stranded around the watchtower, where they could only helplessly endure being shot one by one by the marines.

The night passed slowly as the Xiaoyu subsided, and when the sun rose again, people nervously stepped out of their homes only to find the streets peaceful and normal.

There were no bullet craters, bloodstains, broken knives, or even corpses as I had imagined.

A spirited patrol team approached from afar.

Their expressionless faces made it seem as if the unsettling noises of the previous night were just a dream.

"Last night, our side suffered 56 minor injuries, zero serious injuries, and zero deaths. We killed 112 rioters, and captured 34 minorly injured and 51 seriously injured, most of whom suffered from excessive blood loss!"

Brigadier General Bivis stood ramrod straight in front of his desk and reported, but his gaze toward Vidal was filled with intense fervor and awe.

Powerful, reliable, and with a strong background—that's their impression of their new boss.

"Good, as long as no one died." Vidal leaned back in his chair and nodded, thinking that his busy night hadn't been in vain.

But Sabaody Archipelago is definitely his home turf; it's so convenient to do things here!

"What happened to those rioters?"

"Those with bounties will be selected and sent to Impel Down; those without bounties..."

Vidal paused, but he wasn't fretting about what to do with them; rather, he was habitually thinking about whether there was anything that could be used to utilize this trash.

"Lock them up for now, I'll meet with them sometime."

Brigadier General Bivis glanced at Vidal with a puzzled look, but still chose to comply.

"Yes!"

"Yes, you've been busy all night, go and get some rest. Don't let your guard down for the next few months."

"Yes!" But just as Brigadier General Bivis turned to leave, Vidal suddenly called out to him.

"By the way, I remember you're a swordsman, right?" "Yes, I just broke through to become a swordsman last year, and with that I was promoted to Commodore!" Biweisi said proudly as he came back to his senses.

"Very well, then this Bokken is for you. Use it well." Vidal smiled and took out a plain-looking Bokken sword with a green handle from under the table, then gently pushed it to the other side of the table.

"This is."

"It's nothing, just a Bokken comparable to Skillful Grade Blades. You can name it yourself."

Thank you so much, Master Wang Dashuai, for the 500-yuan donation! Thank you, thank you!

Thank you Jin Feng for the 100-yuan reward! Thank you, thank you!