Bang! Bang! Bang!
The harbor's calm was suddenly shattered by gunfire.
"Hey, who the hell are you? This is a World Government deepwater port!
What are you trying to do?"
In front of the harbor's office building.
Several bleary-eyed officials were brought here, tightly bound.
Clearly, after getting drunk last night, they still had not grasped the situation.
Looking at the circle of arrogant, fierce-looking men before them.
Rather than being afraid, the lingering alcohol from yesterday made them loudly curse and rebuke the men.
Pushing aside the underling in front of him, Edwards, with his rooster-comb haircut, slowly walked up to the fat officials.
He reached out and patted the fat face before him.
Then he drew a golden revolver from his waist.
Click!
The muzzle pressed directly against the fat man's head.
"I was originally going to speak nicely, but since you're so arrogant, are you afraid of bullets?"
Seeing the vicious expression on Edwards's face, the officials whose heads were not under the gun immediately began shouting for help.
The sea wind swept through the harbor city.
There was still no sign at all of the rescue the officials had hoped for.
They looked up at the crowd surrounding them.
The silent stillness made the once-arrogant officials seem to understand something.
As they struggled against the ropes around them, their bodies began trembling uncontrollably.
Bang!
A bullet, carrying blood and brain matter, passed through a head.
Edwards wiped his revolver with a handkerchief.
He held out his hand.
An observant underling beside him immediately placed a document into Edwards's hand.
Looking at the seal stamped on that document.
The officials, who were well versed in political struggles, immediately plunged into despair.
"Following an investigation by the relevant authorities, all officials of Nine Islands Port have been found