Pirates: King of the World From the White Town

Now that things have become a big deal, what's the difference between bombing once and twice?

Abel's cold figure quickly vanished at the end of the alley.

When the security team arrived, the scene was already a chaotic mess.

Broken limbs, collapsed walls, and even unrecognizable corpses were scattered everywhere.

The overpowering stench of charred flesh was particularly nauseating, turning many stomachs.

Although the investigation revealed the victims were homeless individuals, generally considered insignificant, the higher-ups issued a kill order. The perpetrator must be found.

The fear was that if the murderer were to strike again, this time targeting a crowded area, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Captain Jess, the officer in charge, wore a grim expression.

These deceased individuals, despite their marginalized status, had provided him with valuable information and occasionally carried out discreet tasks.

Their deaths were a significant loss to his operations.

"Check! Give me a thorough investigation!" he barked.

"Bring in everyone who might have witnessed the crime scene!"

"And send someone to the black market. Inquire about who old Jack recently sold bombs to.

Does he have a death wish?"

With a flurry of activity, the situation for Abel and Law became even more precarious.

Late at night, Abel stealthily infiltrated the hospital, acquiring medicine and bandages. He narrowly avoided detection and returned to their hiding place in the woods just before dawn.

"I don't

know which of these medicines are effective, so I took some of each. Can you tell the difference?"

Law had regained consciousness. Although his injuries appeared severe, they were mostly external.

His efforts to protect his vital organs had saved his life.

"These two are for external application, this one is for internal use... and this one is anti-inflammatory..."

"Okay, as long as they work, it's not a waste of time."

Since Law was unable to move, Abel had to apply the medicine.

He did so rather roughly, effectively wrapping Law like a mummy with all the bandages he had brought.

He didn't consider how they would change the dressings later. After all, he had already done enough.

If Law couldn't survive this, it was simply a matter of fate.

"Thanks," Law said sincerely, despite Abel's rough treatment. This was the second time Abel had saved his life.

Abel accepted the gratitude without humility, lying on the grass and gazing at the stars.

"Thank you. Remember, you now owe me two lives."

"Claim them whenever you wish. My life is of little value anyway.

Your family is in business, isn't it? Why do you constantly engage in such risky endeavors?"

"If you lose money now, you may not lose money in the future. What I do is called long-term investment. What do you, a doctor's son, know?"

Abel scoffed, then took out an apple, bit into it, and savored the sweetness.

Law's stomach rumbled, a clear indication of hunger.

He refrained from speaking, not out of embarrassment, but to avoid burdening Abel.

With his limited mobility, he couldn't contribute anything.

Conserving the limited food supply for the sole mobile individual was the logical course of action.

Simply put, feeding him would be a waste.

Law remained silent, and Abel pretended not to notice the sound.

He finished the entire apple in a few bites, leaving no waste.

Then... he reached for another apple.

Law swallowed nervously.

Abel, seemingly oblivious, continued eating alone.

Soon, the second apple met the same fate.

Then...

As if by magic, he reached for a third apple.

Finally, Law couldn't bear it any longer.

"Is your apple... sweet?" he asked.

"It's definitely sweet!" Abel exclaimed, taking another large bite in front of Law, juice splattering everywhere. "So refreshing!"

"..."

Law, lying on the ground like a mummy, felt a surge of frustration.

He had asked if the apple was sweet, not if it was refreshing!

Why couldn't he get a straight answer?

Seeing Law's dejected expression, Abel finally couldn't help but laugh.

Law realized that Abel had been teasing him on purpose.

"Damn it... woo..."

A large, round apple was swiftly stuffed into Law's mouth, effectively silencing him.

"Eat your apple," Abel said, "and remember not to be so brave next time."

Abel had found the apples abandoned in the doctor's office, untouched. He had taken them when he passed by.

Captain Jess's investigation uncovered several witnesses who claimed to have seen children running out of the alleyway where the explosion occurred shortly before the incident.

Someone had even witnessed the homeless men entering the alley with a child.

These testimonies all pointed in the same direction.

This clue was crucial.

Captain Jess didn't believe it was a coincidence.

There had to be something suspicious about those children.

He wasn't accusing them of being the murderers, but his intuition told him they knew something.

He couldn't imagine anyone targeting those homeless individuals.

Their combined worth wasn't even as valuable as a bomb.

Based on the limited information, Captain Jess ordered the issuance of arrest warrants, hoping to locate the children as soon as possible and gather information about the incident.

Simultaneously, Captain Jess continued to investigate the individuals who had recently purchased bombs from Old Jack, as the use of explosives had been confirmed at the scene.

Following this lead seemed like a sure bet.

Meanwhile, Abel, having changed his clothes, was searching for information on ships, planning his escape from the country with Law.

The world seemed to offer them no refuge.

While passing by a bulletin board, Abel spotted two wanted posters featuring his clothing and Law's distinctive spotted hat.

Apparently, their actions had not gone unnoticed by the authorities.

Fortunately, these characteristics weren't overly conspicuous.

The suit he was currently wearing was borrowed from someone's yard and still slightly damp.

At first glance, he looked no different from any other boy on the street.

He even managed to fend off several little girls who wanted to play with him.

Two soldiers approached slowly, carrying the newly issued arrest warrants.

Abel remained calm, showing no fear.

The soldiers merely glanced at him and continued walking, not connecting him with the target on the arrest warrant.

Identifying someone based on limited characteristics was indeed challenging.

However, the authorities had limited information to work with, and they couldn't apprehend every boy they encountered on the street.

Abel successfully reached the port.