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Chapter 170 Not Cowardly, But Weak

At night, in an open-air tavern.

Ole stopped his evening business and brought his eleven old friends to join Zel and the others for a banquet.

"Have a party! It's so nostalgic!"

Ole held the barbecue in his left hand and the bottle of wine in his right hand, with an excited flush on his face.

"You, idiot, be careful you won't wake up tomorrow. You have no sense of alertness at all."

Lessis didn't drink; as he got older, alcohol had lost its appeal to him.

"What are you afraid of? We have all been forgotten in the old times. No one will bother us anymore."

Fat old man Frey said dizzily.

"Master Ou Lei, who are you?"

Mona asked with curiosity in her eyes.

As a cartoonist, she likes to collect inspiration from daily life, so she is curious about anything interesting.

"That's a long story!"

Ou Lei touched his prickly beard, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"This sea has remained unchanged for eight hundred years. In every era, a new overlord emerges, but each era ends with the overlord's death.

In contrast, those who are not so outstanding but have certain strengths can survive, and we are among those who survived."

It seemed that they had drunk too much, or they didn't care, and no one stopped Ou Lei from continuing to talk.

"Do you know? The sea is retreating!"

Ole's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, as if he had sobered up.

"Sixty years ago, a scientist named Gordon appeared on the ocean. He was a scientist who focused on the development of weapons. He was the previous user of the Penetrating Fruit and also our boss.

We were a bunch of hooligans living in the slums, but with our collective efforts, we managed to get by.

But one day, the war broke out and we were forced to go to the battlefield. The original group of eighteen people was reduced to twelve.

As you know, war is not uncommon in this ocean, or rather, war is the main theme of this ocean.

In order to survive, we took up guns, and took up guns in the midst of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

Having said that, Gray took out the flintlock rifle from his waist, and a look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"Guns are not the cause of war, but they are our only means of protecting ourselves.

At first, we charged forward with wood, water pipes, and our bodies, and then watched our brothers fall in a pool of blood.

Just when we were confused about the future, not knowing when we would die on the battlefield and then rot.

The boss found us and provided us with twelve guns, twelve simple flintlock rifles."

Ole paused, took a sip of wine and continued.

“Thankfully we have a certain talent for shooting, or perhaps those without talent are left in the past.

In this way, we survived the cruel battlefield and successfully became the boss's experimental tools.

These are his exact words. He is such a face-conscious guy."

After Ou Lei finished speaking, he immediately gained the approval of others.

"That's right, that guy is too obsessed with face and wants to do everything by himself."

Nolan spoke, and tears welled up in his eyes after he said just two words.

"Nolan, it's all over."

Derek patted the woman he had lived with for decades. Their relationship had long surpassed that of brother and sister.

"It's okay. When you get old, your tears are worthless."

Nolan wiped his eyes and forced a reassuring smile.

On the other side, Ole continued to tell their story.

“The boss is a very good scientist, especially in the field of firearms, and he always invents some strange things.

Relying on powerful weapons, we were like fish in water on the battlefield and defeated the enemy forces step by step.

After two years of war, we won the victory, but found that the victory was not ours.

We are in a member state, and the country we are fighting against is also a member state of the World Government.

The war was won, but the losses caused were incalculable, and someone must stand up and apologize for the war.

Normally, the loser should apologize, but if there are people behind the loser, that's another matter."

A trace of pain appeared on Ole's face, and he slammed the table hard.

"Later we learned that the war was instigated by the World Government, simply to weaken the military strength of the two superpowers and make a fortune from the war.

I don’t know what kind of deal the foolish king reached with the world government, but the boss became the one who took the blame.

The reason seems to be something like 'researching weapons banned by the World Government'? What a ridiculous reason!

Fortunately, the boss was not a stupid person. He discovered the king's plan in advance and took us to escape to the sea.

I still remember that the boss left a lot of good things in the basement of the palace. That foolish king must have enjoyed the gift very much, haha!"

As he spoke, Ole laughed again.

"The boss is very knowledgeable about ancient technology. After escaping, he took us to search the sea for traces of ancient technology.

Because of this, we made a name for ourselves on the seas. The Navy even gave us the name "Machine Gun Pirates," so we're pretty much famous out there.

Thinking of the glorious history of the past, Ole felt much happier, but soon felt lost again.

"The days of adventure were fun, but they didn't last long. It seemed we had touched the reverse scale of the World Government, and we were being hunted like never before.

I remember it was a bunch of bastards in white suits, and they surrounded us and left no one alive.

For some unknown reason, the boss negotiated with the group of guys and finally left with them.

The boss seems to be hiding a lot of things from us, but none of it matters anymore.

It wasn't long before the news of the boss's death spread across the sea, and we, the remnants of the Machine Gun Pirates, were being hunted down.

We couldn't believe the news of the boss's death, but when we saw the photos of his death, we couldn't help but believe it! "

At this point, tears welled up in Ole's eyes and his voice choked.

"The boss died, and we lost our passion for sailing. We also had to face the pursuit of the World Government. After making a decision, we came to the North Sea. Thirty years have passed since then."

The story is over, and Olei and the others still don’t know the reason for Gordon’s death.

They also tried to explore, but they could do nothing with their capabilities.

"Little sister, do you think we are cowards?"

Ole asked suddenly.

Hearing Ole's question, Mona thought for a moment.

"You are not cowards, but weak. You lived up to Gordon's choice and survived with strength. But if you were stronger, things would not have turned out like this."

"Not cowardly, but weak?"

Ole chewed over Mona's words, his eyes blank.