The fishing boat belonged to Beard. Clearly, the blaze erupting from it had nothing to do with the rockets he had fired—only an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile launch could probably have produced something on that scale.
The flames appeared quickly and vanished just as fast.
The instant the flames dispersed, Beard saw the fishing boat, nearly forty meters long, break in two at the middle...
As someone who had spent years making his living at sea, he might not have experienced everything firsthand, but he knew a thing or two. There was only one possible explanation for this.
"Torpedoes!"
Damn, someone was torpedoing his fishing boats. Were they trying to start a fucking war?
Huh? No, that couldn't count as starting a war. He wasn't even qualified for that! They were just a bunch of petty pirates. Even if his crew numbered over a hundred, calling this a war was stretching things far too much.
"This is a massacre!" Beard finally found the right word for it.
But that didn't seem to do him a damn bit of good, because he saw flames erupting from his other fishing boats as well...
Almost instantly, Beard's eyes turned bloodshot.
Had it been easy to build this crew? Had it been easy to scrape together these fishing boats? He had saved up for them little by little, with money squeezed out of his own meager living.
Now someone had wiped out both his men and his fishing boats in one fell swoop. Rage welled up from the depths of his heart. At that moment, he was absolutely ready to fight to the death.
He still had seventy men, all aboard the cargo ship!
"XX00, get your fucking heads in the game and wipe out those bastards!" Beard roared frantically into his headset.
His men