Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 558: Bad Temper

"There is still such a thing."

Milo showed no surprise at all after hearing this.

Rebecca frowned: "Why are you all staring at me?"

Allen remained silent.

He wasn't stupid. Even if Rebecca wasn't wearing the uniform of the Chief of the Law Enforcement, the weapon belt around her waist was enough to tell you something. Not everyone could distinguish between a strange weapon and a regular weapon, but the well-informed Zadok Allen did.

Since Allen remained silent, Milo had to relay the details: "Well—the situation is that the Deep Ones think you can produce stronger hybrid offspring for them, which basically means they want to keep you here or they won't let you pass... But there's no need to get angry. I mean, think about it another way, it means you look healthier than other women, doesn't it?"

"?"

Rebecca never dreamed that these bastards would dare to set their sights on her.

After hearing Milo's words, her eyes practically spit fire.

As a human being, she could never accept women actively seeking unions with other races. Now, these creatures hiding underwater, afraid to show their faces, are actually pushing their luck.

“If you have any way to vent your anger, don’t use it,” Rebecca said coldly.

Milo shrugged: "Don't worry, the ability to devour fear alone has already caused me a lot of trouble."

He shook his head with a gloating expression.

Rebecca was all too familiar to him. When this crazy woman was still a pure human, she dared to charge head-on at a living corpse that was over two meters tall. Now that she had become a psychic, she was even more formidable.

However, the Deep Diver's judgment was indeed correct.

She is indeed the healthiest woman in this sea right now, bar none, but the idea of ​​marrying a psychic with violent tendencies as a breeding machine is a bit too much.

...

After receiving Milo's tacit approval, Rebecca lowered her hat, then strode to the bow of the ship and jumped directly from the deck onto the small boat below.

……

Allen was initially quite shocked.

In his view, neither Milo nor Rebecca showed any obvious resistance after conveying the demands of the Deep Ones; at least, that was not the case in Allen's own opinion.

Moreover, he was well aware that in this male-female pairing, the man was the dominant party who held the power of discourse.

So when Rebecca jumped onto the small boat without saying a word, what shocked Allen was that Milo could actually "train" such a seemingly threatening woman to be so obedient, offering herself to Deep Dive without saying a word...

Until gunshots rang out from the sea.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

That was the sound of a revolver firing rapidly in quick succession.

...

Allen's thoughts suddenly went blank.

Well, wait a moment?
So it wasn't a voluntary act of self-sacrifice?

Why did you just open fire?!

This is the territory of the Deep Ones...

"My God! Tell her to stop!!!"

The tough captain, who had led smuggling vessels into and out of various dangerous waters for many years, let out a scream like a young girl.

Because only he truly understood the terrible consequences Rebecca's actions would bring to the entire ship. "Even if you disagree, you can discuss it! This is business! How can you open fire without even talking? You'll kill everyone, you crazy woman!"

Allen was about to cry.

His ability to become the most astute and capable naval member under the Sherman family was due to his understanding of these forbidden seas and his relatively stable relationships with heretical sects and races. Most importantly, he adhered to the rules of dealing with other races and never overstepped them.

For him, it was all just business.

He did not believe in the Great Gon, nor did he serve the underwater shadows, but he could recite the oaths and prayers of the Great Gon sect by heart. In the eyes of others, Allen was more devout than those hybrids who carried the blood of the Deep Ones.

He's capable of anything as long as it doesn't harm his own interests; any risk is worth taking given a sufficiently high rate of return.

But like now—launch an attack in the Deepsea's territory.

This is tantamount to courting death.

He had witnessed the horrifying sight of the Deep Ones preying on their prey. No creature or race in the ocean could rival them, for the Deep Ones served the oldest and most powerful beings in the sea.

……

Just as Allen was about to open his mouth and yell at the crew to prepare another lifeboat for him to escape from this place.

A hand calmly reached out and patted his shoulder.

Then came Milo's voice, coming from behind Allen:

"Do you want to have some alcohol or something to calm your nerves?"

With just that simple tap, Allen's emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, were instantly stabilized.

He even calmly took a towel from his pocket, elegantly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then turned to Milo and said, "No, sir, it's not time for dinner yet. I need to keep my head clear."

Meanwhile, Milo, who had been sitting on the railing the whole time, had some ink-like substance swirling inside his metal flask, mixing with the whiskey, which he then drank in one gulp.

These naturally stemmed from Allen's inner fears.

To be honest, the taste wasn't great.

Milo looked disgusted after finishing his drink.

This fear is not pure enough.

……

After calming down, Allen began to calmly observe, just like Milo, the occasional flashes of gunfire in the mist on the sea, and a series of sharp but no longer frightening noises.

In contrast, the younger members of the Marsh family were all in a state of bewildered panic, waiting for Captain Allen to give instructions. However, Allen, who had been freed from fear and briefly entranced by a dream, was now leisurely standing on the upper deck at the stern, calmly chatting with Milo.
"Actually, there's no need for that. We can negotiate with the Deep Ones. After all, this ship is carrying their offspring, their future people."

"Bang bang bang... Crack... Bang bang..." (Gunshots continue in the misty sea)
“I understand what you mean. From your perspective, it is indeed unnecessary. However, for the lady traveling with me, it is necessary. She needs to verify some things.”

"Bang bang..."

“I see. I think I understand what you mean. In fact, when I first started in this industry, I often dreamed about the fate of those girls who were sent to the forbidden sea. I was constantly tormented by my conscience.”

"Bang bang bang..."

"Doesn't your conscience hurt at all when you say these things?"

"Bang! Bang!..."

"That's definitely not the case."

(End of this chapter)