This Is a Pirate

When people carried him over and took a look, good grief, he had taken over twenty bullets.

If it hadn't been for Carl and her Holy Light keeping him hanging on, he probably would have kicked the bucket long ago.

Carl helplessly healed him with Holy Light, asking at the same time, "What is going on here?"

"Uh, this guy thought that with your Holy Light around, he could be fearless, so..."

"Hiss~"

Carl drew a sharp breath, looking in shock at the reckless brute who had taken over twenty bullets. I didn't cast any Berserk buff on you, damn it!

Why on earth did you treat yourself like a berserker? No wonder you got shot twenty times, you deserved it! If it hadn't been for her Holy Light keeping him alive, this guy definitely would have been a goner.

"Sigh~"

Carl let out a long sigh, chanting silently in her heart, He is a teammate. He is a teammate. He is a teammate.

After two Holy Light Balls went down, the reckless brute finally regained consciousness, and upon seeing Carl, he seemed to understand something as his expression grew emotional.

"Thank you, Carl! It, it was my impulsiveness. I mostly just saw those civilians killed by pirates, and I don't know how I..."

"This isn't your fault, but you must remember that only living marines can practice the acts of justice."

"Mm, I'll remember it!"

Ten minutes later, the gunfire in the town gradually faded, and the marines were clearing up the aftermath.

"Carl, the Musket Pirates had a total of 32 members, with 20 killed and 12 captured alive. We suffered no casualties, you could call this a complete victory!"

"This is all thanks to you! If not for your ability, how could we have taken down the Musket Pirates without any casualties!"

"Yeah! Long live Carl!" "Long live Carl!"

The recruits' emotions ran quite high, and they praised Carl one after another, making Carl feel a bit embarrassed, considering she was really just slacking off!

"Ahem, everyone, no need to get excited. Although I used my ability to support you, when it all comes down to it, you are the ones who took down all these pirates. This is not the achievement of me, or any single individual."

"This is the collective effort of everyone! Long live the Marines! Long live justice!"

Carl was quite seasoned at using this set of motivational combo moves, and back at Branch 108, she used to encourage her subordinates just like this.

Seeing the uplifted expressions of her comrades, Carl couldn't help sighing that chicken soup truly was humanity's primary productive force!

Just as the marines were raising their arms and cheering, a middle-aged man walked excitedly toward Carl.

"Thank you! You marines came at just the right time. If not for you, the residents of our town would probably be in imminent danger!"

"You flatter us, this is what we marines ought to do. Ainz, take some people and return the treasure and other items looted by the Musket Pirates back to the townspeople."

"Yes!"

Hearing Carl say this, the middle-aged man was even more moved to tears, thanking the marines one by one as the recruits puffed out their chests, looking spirited and high-spirited.

Ain walked up to Carl, pointing at a group of tightly bound pirates and saying, "How should we deal with these scumbags?"

"How else should we deal with them? Don't tell me you want to send these guys to Impel Down?"

Ain was startled, asking somewhat hesitantly, "You mean, send them all..." Afterward, Ain made a gesture of slitting a throat.

"Who told them to be pirates? When you go out into the world, you have to have this kind of resolve."

Upon hearing this, the captain of the Musket Pirates, Doman, became extremely agitated and shouted toward Carl, "No, you can't kill me! I've already surrendered! According to marine regulations, you aren't allowed to kill me!"

"That's right, you can't do this! We know we were wrong! We're willing to go to Impel Down and repent!"

The pirates suddenly grew furious and agitated; if they didn't surrender they would die, and even if they surrendered they would still die.

Wasn't surrendering a waste of fucking time then?

These few pirates understood marine regulations quite well, but regulations are rigid while people are flexible.

Ten-year veteran Carl wore a smile as she slowly walked up to Doman, who was shouting the loudest, drew her saber, and swung it toward Doman.

Doman subconsciously closed his eyes, and yellowish liquid seeped out from his trouser legs, gathering on the ground into a dark puddle.

Yet after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes in puzzlement, only to discover that the ropes binding him had already been cut by Carl, and his hands were now free to move about.

"Take it!" Carl picked up a handgun and handed it to Doman.

"Huh?"

Doman swallowed hard, trembling and not daring to take it.

The training camp recruits watching from the side also wore puzzled expressions, not knowing what trick Carl was trying to pull.

"I told you to take it!"

Carl shouted loudly, aiming the handgun right at Doman as if she would blast him with a shot if he didn't take it.

"I'll take it! I'll take it!!!"

Doman's back was already soaked in sweat as he raised his trembling right hand and slowly reached for the handgun.

Bang!

A bloody hole appeared between Doman's brows, his eyes filled with confusion, and he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"Captain!" "Boss!!!"

"Everyone saw it! He was the one who wanted to grab my handgun and attack me, so I struck him down! I was just defending myself under duress!

"When the time comes, don't go running to Instructor Zephyr to snitch on me!"

The recruits present were stunned for a moment before reacting and quickly chiming in, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"Don't worry, Carl! We aren't that kind of petty people." "That's right, we can all vouch for you."

As for the pirates, they looked as dejected as if they were mourning their parents, and their gazes toward Carl were filled with terror.

This marine's heart was truly filthy! Clearly able to kill the captain directly, yet she insisted on making the captain die a "reasonable" death. She was really—she practically made them want to cry...

"Mister, if I'm not mistaken, you must be the mayor of this town?"

The middle-aged man nodded. "Yes, my name is Rajed, mayor of Chunyu Town."

"Slap~"

Carl slapped the handgun right into the mayor's hand, originally intending to let him decide the fate of this group of pirates himself, but she hadn't expected the latter to jump with fright.

"Ahem, Mayor Rajed, no need to be nervous." Then Carl whispered in his ear, "I'll leave these pirates for you to deal with. I think you should understand what I mean..."

Rajed calmed down, turned his head to look at the bound pirates, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Officer! I will absolutely not let these scumbags off."

Carl patted the mayor's shoulder with satisfaction, turned her head, and shouted to the recruits, "Let's move out! The Hunting Knife Pirates are still waiting for us!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The marines who had landed on Spring Island retreated like a tide, not taking away even a wisp of cloud.

After the marines departed, the town residents who had survived the disaster turned their gazes toward the eleven bound pirates.

"It's you! You killed my husband and stole all the money in our house!"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of one pirate, and he roared in alarm and anger, "What do you want to do! It's not like I did it on purpose, who told him to resist me!"

"I want you to pay with your life!"

A middle-aged woman with red eyes rushed toward a pirate wearing a yellow top, fiercely hacking down with a machete she had picked up at random.

Blood splattered across her face, yet it did nothing to ease the grief in her heart.

On the way back to the training ship, listening to the gunfire and screams that rang out from time to time, Carl smiled without a word.

This was the end pirates deserved.