MM Racing Chapter 292: A good place was found for Barrett!
Chapter 292: A good place was found for Barrett!
Late at night.
The sea breeze swept across the deck of the Redfords.
But the pungent smell of alcohol wouldn't dissipate.
The noise subsided.
The pirates, who were celebrating just a few hours ago, were now lying scattered all over the ground.
The snoring was chaotic.
Occasionally, there are a few words of sleep talking, or the sound of smacking lips.
Shanks, meanwhile, was half-submerged in an empty barrel, fast asleep.
This ship is just a floating garbage dump.
Except for one person.
Chenye stood on the side of the ship.
My gaze fell upon the dark sea.
He is digesting.
It's just not alcohol.
He was digesting two terrifying forces within his body.
Light and darkness.
Chen Ye exhaled a breath of stale air.
His senses were magnified infinitely.
The sound of fish leaping out of the water a kilometer away.
The movement of dust particles in the air.
Everything was crystal clear.
A series of footsteps broke the silence.
It's very light.
Chen Ye did not turn around.
On this ship full of drunks, there's only one person who's sober.
Ben Beckman, the vice-captain of the Red-Haired Pirates.
The Navy says he has the highest IQ in the world.
The World Government fears him even more than it fears Shanks.
The footsteps stopped three steps behind Chen Ye.
A safe distance.
"Want one?"
Beckman's voice was hoarse and deep.
He held a crumpled pack of cigarettes in his hand, flicked one out, and handed it to him.
Chen Ye tilted his head, glanced at the cigarette out of the corner of his eye, and waved his hand.
"I don't smoke. It's something that numbs the nerves."
"Heh, sometimes it's not a bad thing to be a little complacent. Especially after spending so much time with this bunch of idiots."
Beckman withdrew his hand and put the cigarette in his mouth.
Nourishing.
The match struck.
A small flame illuminated Beckman's scarred face.
And his gray eyes.
The cigarette butt lit up with a scarlet light, then dimmed again.
Pale blue smoke billowed from his nostrils, torn apart by the sea breeze.
The two stood side by side.
Neither of them spoke first.
Chen Ye looked at the line where the sea and sky met and spoke first.
"Hey little girl, how are you?"
Beckman knew who he was talking about.
Beckman paused, his fingers holding the cigarette.
He exhaled a smoke ring and watched it deform and dissipate.
"Don't worry, the ship's doctor has examined her."
Beckman glanced in the direction of the ship's medical room, where the lights were still on.
"My mental energy was severely depleted; I almost had my mind devoured by that demon king. Fortunately, the connection was severed."
Beckman turned his head and stared at Chen Ye's profile.
"She's still unconscious, but she's out of danger. She'll recover after some rest."
"When she wakes up, I'll have her thank you in person."
Beckman stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and flicked it into the sea.
The crimson dot traced an arc before falling into the black seawater with a hiss.
"Thanks to you this time, Chen Ye."
His voice trailed off.
"If you don't intervene, Uta might really not come back. Shanks may not say it, but he knows it."
"Our Red-Haired Pirates owe you a huge favor."
Chen Ye didn't react much.
It was like crushing an ant, not saving the daughter of a Yonko.
"Just doing it on a whim."
Chen Ye turned around and leaned against the railing, crossed his arms, and looked at Beckman.
"That ugly, dark thing is disturbing me. It's noise pollution."
"Furthermore, I hate tragedies. These kinds of father-daughter conflicts are nauseating to watch."
Beckman shook his head and gave a wry smile.
"Hating tragedies...what a willful reason. But, that's so you."
He took out another cigarette and twirled it in his hand.
His gaze passed over Beckman and landed on the shadows on the distant sea.
There were some wrecked lifeboats floating there.
Further away, there are the wakes of ships that have just left.
"Which one is the biggest?"
Chen Ye's voice turned colder.
"Douglas Barrett. A madman who calls himself the 'Devil's Heir'."
On the battlefield before, he casually kicked Barrett to the feet of the Red-Haired Pirates.
That was a gift for Shanks.
Beckman followed his gaze and pointed to the disappearing flight path.
"Oh, him."
His tone was very light.
"We contacted the people in the Navy."
A glint flashed in Beckman's eyes.
"We are pirates, but sometimes it's not impossible to communicate with the Navy. The current Fleet Admiral Sakazuki is a radical, but he values results more."
"A dangerous individual like Barrett is a menace if left alive; killing him is too lenient. Handing him over to the Navy will be a way to settle this matter."
"After all, someone has to take the blame for this huge commotion. Giving the 'Devil's Heir' to the Navy will save face for them, and they won't keep harping on us."
"So, he's already been put on a warship. There's only one destination."
"Imperial City, Impeldown."
Beckman sneered as he exhaled a puff of smoke.
"What kind of place is truly suitable for this kind of madman to retire in? Let him spend the rest of his life reflecting on his actions in the sixth level of endless hell where he will never see the light of day again."
Advance City.
Chen Ye's eyebrows twitched.
really.
Just as he thought.
The Red-Haired Pirates act casually, but Beckman never makes a mistake when it comes to the big picture.
By handing Barrett over to the Navy, they quelled the situation, got rid of a burden, and even did the Navy a favor.
Three birds with one stone.
However, Beckman did not expect that this decision was exactly what Chen Ye wanted.
Chen Ye remained unmoved.
But inwardly, he was sneering.
Impel Down?
An underwater prison?
Hell for ordinary pirates.
But for him, it was the safest, most secretive, and free source of recruits in the world.
Shiryu of the Rain.
Katerina Deppon.
The San Juan Wolf.
And then there's Douglas Barrett, who's been sent in now.
These monsters abandoned by the world, these untamable beasts, are all locked in cages.
Navy guard.
The best deal in the world.
A force like Barrett, if left outside, will always be a threat.
Now, he has been sent to Impel Down.
This card is temporarily sealed away.
When we need him.
He only needs to go to that "impenetrable fortress" and, like shopping in a supermarket, take out all these "goods".
At that time, this legion composed of monsters from the sixth level of Impel Down will be the sharpest knife piercing the heart of the World Government.
The smile in Chen Ye's eyes deepened.
"The Great Undersea Prison"
Chen Ye spoke, his tone playful.
"Indeed, it's a nice place."
This is a very common saying.
But Beckman sensed something was off.
He turned his head sharply, staring into Chen Ye's eyes, trying to read something from those heterochromatic pupils.
Chen Ye's tone was too relaxed.
It's like re-evaluating a hotel, not that hellish place that pirates fear.
Moreover, recuperation and rest?
To describe being sent to the city and imprisoned as a period of recuperation and rest?
Beckman frowned, and his fingers gripping the cigarette tightened unconsciously.
He felt that Chen Ye did not consider that the end for Barrett.
What was Chen Ye waiting for?
Could it be that this guy...
A crazy idea flashed through his mind, but he rejected it.
Attack Impel Down?
No one has done it in hundreds of years.
Beckman glanced at Chen Ye but didn't ask.
In the face of such an existence, excessive probing will only breed suspicion.
"I hope so."
Beckman stubbed out his cigarette.
"At least for the time being, this sea will be a bit cleaner."
Chen Ye didn't reply.
He turned around and faced the sea again.
Peace and quiet?
No, Ben Beckman.
This is just the beginning.
This game of chess is only in the middle stages.
The two stopped talking.
Standing side by side.
The moonlight spilled onto the sea like shattered silver foil.
Behind him lay the remnants of revelry, before him lay the dark sea.
The night wind carried the smells of alcohol and the sea, making the hems of their clothes rustle.
Two sober men, lost in their own thoughts, await the dawn on this drunken night.