When Pandora appeared on deck with the head of the tomahawk, there was not a single living mouth in the whole ship, I don't know how many people had been killed, and I was not in the mood to investigate, only to see corpses everywhere from the cabin to the deck, and the blood pooled together and flowed into the sea, attracting swarms of sharks chasing after them, searching for the smell of blood in search of food to feed them on.

Staring at the sea, I did not look back at the corpses that I did not know at all and had nothing to do with me, in the past few years, I don't know how many times I have created such tragedies, from the initial torture of being tormented by guilt, to the gradual habituation of it, and finally becoming insensitive, and now it is ruthless, in the face of corpses only the disdain and spurning of the strong for the weak.

I began to believe in the law of the jungle, and I no longer felt guilty for the accidental killing of an innocent person, the so-called humanitarianism had long since been abandoned by me, and all moral judgments were like a frivolous joke to me, meaningless, and my conscience, morality, kindness, sympathy, all good things, were rotting on the hills of the wilderness like those corpses that died at my hands.

"Girls don't look good with their heads!" I lit a cigar and shoved it into Pandora's mouth, then snatched the head she was carrying, a gift for Hamid.

The smell of the cigar diluted the blood, and she took two hard puffs before shoving it back into my mouth, taking off her helmet, her long hair fluttering in the sea breeze, and the horrible half of her face looming between the strands.

I stood by and looked at her face, and then looked down at the human head in my hand, and I would never have believed that such a woman would be a butcher with a butcher's knife, and she would dare to chop off a person's head, and then carry it in her hand in a grand manner, like holding a toy.

I don't know what made Pandora step by step to where it is today, but I understand that as long as you step into the battlefield, as long as you become a mercenary, if you can live for a long time, you will eventually be forced to be like us, and even the idea of turning back no longer exists.

When we walked to Pakistani territorial waters, Hamid, who had long been ready, was waiting there in a small cargo ship.

The two boats were parked side by side on the sea, and his men built a bridge between the two boats with planks, and they rushed up, and I lay on the railing and glanced at them at random, and there were hundreds of them, and when they got aboard, they all showed shocked expressions when they saw the scene in front of them.

And the three of us stood on the deck coldly and didn't say a word, and didn't even look at them, and the noisy crowd was quiet because of our presence, and they looked at us as if they were looking at monsters, demons, in short, they didn't look at people, and they didn't even dare to speak loudly, as if we were going to eat people.

"Hurry up and ship the goods, what are you doing here!" Hamid's voice came from behind the crowd, and a crowd of people poured into the warehouse, looking for arms to trade.

"Hey, here's what you want, put it away as a souvenir!" I shouted at Hamid and threw the head into his arms.

He subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to glance at it, jumped back in fright, and hurriedly threw it away.

"What are you afraid of, isn't this your enemy? You should be happy! I chuckled and turned away from him.

The frightened Hamid took two deep breaths, calmed down, and then walked to the head and squatted down to take a closer look, and then suddenly smiled: "Haha, you cousin-raised bastard, you also have today." After saying that, he lifted his leg and kicked his head into the sea like a football.

"I knew that it was definitely the right choice for you to make a move, let's see, what kind of scene this is, it's hell, what a horrible killing machine!" Hamid didn't know if he was mocking or appreciating this, but it didn't matter, we didn't care anyway.

"What about the others? Why is it just the three of you? Hamid approached me and asked, he didn't dare to ask Pandora, he always felt that this cold woman could kill him at any moment, although I didn't seem very friendly, but at least it was easier to get along with Pandora.

"Isn't the three of us enough?" The corners of my mouth slowly curled up and smiled faintly.

"Only...... Just the three of you? You killed all of them? Hamid looked in shock at the corpses piled up next to him by his men.

"Surprised? It's not difficult for us at all, maybe all three of us are coming. I said dismissively.

"Oh my God, you're so good, are you interested in being my bodyguard?" Hamid really dared to say anything.

"As long as you can afford it, of course." I shrugged and thought this guy was kind of funny.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, if you have a chance, you must talk to your captain and send two people to protect me!" Although Hamid is the number one bully in Pakistan, he can't be on the stage at all on the world stage, and he is not comparable to an organization of the level of Tomahawk, so he uses us in every possible way to take revenge.

I ignored him, turned and leaned on the railing to look out at the sea, and behind me Hamid's men carried boxes of arms to be traded onto their ships, and we did not follow them until they had finished transporting them.

Hamid, the bastard, was afraid that something would slip through the net, so he installed enough explosives on the freighter to blow the ship into the sky before leaving, and after we left, a huge fire rose on the sea, and after a series of explosions, the ship slowly sank.

"We have done what you promised, when will you do what you promised us?" Before landing, Pandora, who had been silent, walked up to Hamid and asked.

"Don't worry, Cabal and I have a business to do, in a week's time, I'll install trackers in their cars, and the rest will be up to you." Hamid had a plan.

"Don't play tricks, or you'll be the next Russian!" Pandora left a cold sentence and turned to get off the boat.

When Hamid secretly transferred the arms, Tomahawk's side had already received the news that the arms had been looted, but Hamid pretended not to know, acting very abruptly and shocked, and the Tomahawk organization threatened that it would never let the attackers go.

Hamid told Tomahawk the news of us the next day, and put all the blame on Caesar, expecting Tomahawk to send someone into Pakistan to settle accounts with us, but for the next few days, there was no movement on Tomahawk's side.

The star has been monitoring the Russian Tomahawk headquarters through American satellites, but they don't seem to make any moves, as if they think it's not a wise choice to fight Caesar for a little munitions, Hamid thinks so, but we don't think so.

Tomahawk is not a local small gangster, he is a super-large gangster who can be compared with the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi, he has suffered such a big loss, and has died so many people, it is impossible to give up, and he has not moved in the past few days, it is estimated that he is discussing ways to deal with us, after all, the average killer is also sent to death, and he will only launch a retaliation after finding a master who thinks he can compete with Caesar.

We don't care at all, in the words of the captain, come one to kill one, come two to kill a pair, this is Caesar's hospitality.

(End of chapter)