The Terror of the Pirates

If it were before the soul transfer, Alex could easily withstand the bullet.

But now...

The black muzzle of the gun seemed like the scythe of death hanging high above his head. Once it fell, it would be certain death.

"I mean you no harm."

Facing the muzzle of the gun, there was no room for thinking, and Alex quickly made his position clear.

The muzzle was pointed at him as soon as it poked its way into the room, which meant that the person holding the gun had noticed his little action before opening the door.

Under the circumstances, Alex had no choice but to show that he was harmless.

After all, the current state of the body could not support any kind of response.

There was silence outside the door, and the muzzle remained motionless.

After a few breaths, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded outside the door: "Stand in front of me."

"Okay,"

Alex did not hesitate to move to the front of the door, and the muzzle followed closely behind.

It was only when he walked to the front of the door that Alex saw the person holding the gun standing outside the door.

It was a thin young girl wearing coarse clothes.

The girl had a short, neat haircut and three claw marks on her face, slanting from the left corner of her eyebrow to the right corner of her mouth.

If you hadn't heard the hoarse female voice just now, you would have mistaken her for a man at first glance.

"I mean you no harm,"

Alex once again affirmed his position, before slowly raising his hands to show that he was unarmed.

At the same time, he glanced at the sack the girl was holding in her left hand, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

Compared to the unflinching and sophisticated action of raising the gun, the presence of the sack made Alex feel even more uneasy.

Sunny stared into Alex's eyes and said lightly, "Be honest. If we wanted to do you harm, do you think you would still be here talking?"

After a little warning, Sunny neatly put away the flintlock rifle.

She also knew that Alex's little move just now was more out of a sense of self-preservation.

Otherwise, she would have pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing that the situation was not that bad, Alex let out a sigh of relief.

"Since you're awake, you don't need this anymore."

Without waiting for Alex to react, Sunny casually threw the sack away.

Counting the time it took to return, this guy had been unconscious for a full seven days.

According to Saul, if he didn't wake up, he would be recycled as waste, so that part of the medical costs spent on Alex could be recovered.

Unexpectedly, this guy woke up at the last minute.

Alex glanced at the sack and his lips moved as he said, "If I hadn't woken up, was this sack... meant for me?"

"Yes, if you hadn't woken up, I would have stuffed you into the sack and sold you on the black market. Then you would have been disassembled into a dozen parts by the 'undertaker' and turned into a commodity that anyone with money could buy."

Sunny gave a cold smile.

Alex was silent.

Disassembly, parts, and selling.

The words used were still quite subtle, but one could generally tell what kind of black industry it was.

And the gunshots earlier indicated that this place had nothing to do with stability.

He could tell that Sunny wasn't joking, but as Sunny said, if it was bad for him, then there would be no chance for him to wake up.

In other words, although the future was uncertain, for the time being, at least he was still safe.

As long as the situation wasn't bad, then he would have the opportunity to develop using the Hunter's Notes.

"What should I call you?"

Alex asked, turning to the girl's name.

Sunny slowly narrowed her eyes and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "You're pretty calm. Just call me Sunny. As for your name, I should know it."

Alex was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to think, but saw Sunny pull out a bronze pocket watch from her pocket.

Seeing the familiar yet strange pocket watch, Alex raised an eyebrow.

That was his thing.

No, to be precise, it belonged to his predecessor.

However, when his predecessor was transferred to the slave ship, the pocket watch should have been casually stolen by a man.

Now, the pocket watch was in Sunny's hands.

In other words, were the people who attacked the slave ship Sunny and the others?

Alex thought silently.

If he remembered correctly, there were two photos embedded in the pocket watch. One was a full-body photo of his predecessor taken when he turned sixteen during the coming-of-age ceremony.

In the lower right corner of the photo was the previous owner's autograph, so it was no wonder that Sunny had said that.

The other photo was a family photo of three people... Hmm?

Was it a family of three or a family of four?

His head began to throb again.

Alex frowned.

Sunny was looking down at the pocket watch and did not see Alex's expression.

"This pocket watch belongs to you, but it is now my 'trophy'. However, since we may become colleagues in the future, I will reluctantly return it to you."

After saying this, Sunny threw the pocket watch at Alex.

Alex caught the pocket watch, endured the tingling sensation, opened the cover, and revealed the stopped dial inside, as well as the two photos embedded in the cover.

His eyes swept past the full-length photo of himself, and then stopped at the family photo of the four of them smiling broadly.

Four?

I thought there were only the previous owner and his parents.

Some memories suddenly showed signs of recovery, and the tingling in his head became even more intense.

Alex quickly closed the cover and remained silent.

He was grateful to the body for giving him a new life, but he didn't want to be affected by the remaining memories.

Sunny noticed Alex's unusual behavior, but she had no interest in delving into it. She reminded him, "As someone who has been there, I suggest you destroy the signed photo and choose a new name for yourself."

Alex looked up at Sunny without asking why, and said, "Thank you, I will think about it."

Sunny nodded, then glanced at the bloody bandage on Alex's forehead, said no more, and got straight to the point.

"Come, let's go see Saul."

Alex naturally had no right to refuse, so after collecting his pocket watch, he obediently followed Sunny.

The two of them walked one behind the other down the corridor and down the stairs to the first floor.

As soon as they reached the first floor, there was a loud noise from the front of the corridor, as if a wooden door had been violently kicked open and then smashed against the wall.

Sunny stopped at the sound, and when Alex saw this, he also stopped and looked towards the front of the corridor.

As the sound of the door slamming disappeared, an old man's voice with a publican's croak immediately sounded.

"Kid, you bastard, you kicked my shop door again. Do you believe I'll break your Achilles tendon?"

"Shut up. I've brought the money. Hurry up and get Keanu's gun."

The recognizable, defiant male voice retorted.

"Get lost, I'm not selling you the gun even if I dismantle it and throw it in the trash."

"Oh, then go ahead and throw it away, I can find it anyway."

"Get lost!"

The voices of the conversation came from the front of the corridor, and at the end seemed to be a store that did not occupy a large area.

Listening to the voices of the conversation coming from the front store, Sunny sighed helplessly.

The conversation continued, and the tension continued to rise.

"Follow."

Sunny quickened her pace.

Alex followed in silence.

The corridor was not long, and the two quickly arrived at the front shop.

There was no time to observe the shop's furnishings and categories, and Alex's attention was immediately drawn to the old man and the teenager, who seemed to be about to clash with each other the next second.

Just as the voices revealed, there was an old man and a young man.

Alex guessed that the old man might be Saul, as Sunny had said, and the other unruly teenager must be the customer.

"Huh?"

Alex looked at the young man's conspicuous red hedgehog hairstyle, and his gaze then swept past the goggles the young man wore in front of his forehead, finally stopping on the slightly familiar face.

Memories of the associated images suddenly came flooding back.

"Kid?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the red-haired hedgehog-headed boy.

When he heard the name earlier, he hadn't associated it with this, but now that he saw the real person, he was finally sure that this was the world of One Piece.

However, compared to the image in the depths of his memory, the current Kid was obviously younger and more immature.

Alex subconsciously temporarily designated Kid as one of his prey.

Because the ability characteristics of Hunter Notes are destined to be used against characters in the original work whose information is exposed.