Chapter 217 15 Days Left in the Countdown

Chapter 217 15. Countdown·Only Days Left

"Go to hell! Mad Dog!"

Captain Jack sat in the speeding gray-black Batmobile.

He was holding a device for controlling the vehicle body turret in his hand on the co-pilot seat, while the steering wheel on the main driver's seat was moving rapidly without anyone taking care of it.

The onboard AI Delaman copied his subroutine on this car, which planned the route and avoided the artillery fire so that Captain Jack only needed to focus on attacking the Mad Dog Cleaners.

With the sound of the wall smashing, the cool heavy-duty Batmobile rushed out from the high platform with flames.

The spikes installed in front of the vehicle pierced the Cleaner airship in the air and made it explode, and the missile nest behind the vehicle continued to spit flames in the lock-on aiming of the intelligent weapon.

All the non-lethal weapon systems on this car have been transformed into lethal weapons by Mason, and the most conspicuous one is the charging rail electromagnetic gun installed on the top of the vehicle that almost crosses the top of the vehicle body.

This thing is a mature sample drawn from the military technology of 2077. It enlarges the charging device of the technological weapon and matches it with armor-piercing bullets. It is powered by the energy of the Batmobile and has an anti-overheating plug-in installed.

As long as Jack aims accurately, he can use this thing to shoot down the airships flying around in the sky and dropping incendiary bombs one by one.

A large group of Griffin military drones surround the Batmobile, forming a firepower configuration similar to that of a "floating gun". The on-board AI plans the target and the firepower suppression process. It is like a bullet storm with an extremely strong firepower.

However, the firepower of only one car is not enough.

When the always cool Captain Jack passed by a collapsed and burning street, he could see corpses all over the scene, which made Spiro clench his fists.

He is not a heartless pirate in the conventional sense.

He is much kinder than his peers.

Especially in the current situation where the hometown world is about to fall apart, when seeing compatriots lying dead on the roadside despite having a way to escape, the anger of common hatred against the enemy is ignited at once.

When the Batmobile drove into the temporary defense line to replenish ammunition, the pirate captain gritted his teeth and rushed out with a "Fenrir" heavy kinetic submachine gun to shoot wildly at the mad dogs of cleaners approaching outside.

Such desperate efforts cannot save those compatriots who have already died.

Even revenge is difficult to achieve, but it can at least express the pent-up anger in the heart.

Damn it.

They didn't provoke anyone, why did they have to suffer such a bad fate?

However, just as Captain Jack gritted his teeth and reloaded the drum to prepare for another round, a noise came from the direction of the dock. He was stunned for a moment, climbed up the collapsed wall and took a glance to see the torrent washing over from the dock.

The cold sea water rolled and swallowed up the mad dogs who couldn't dodge in time, and in the waves, half-human, half-monster pirates jumped out of the water waving rusty swords and slashed wildly.

The vengeful spirits brought out of the devil's prison by the Dutchman were also released.

They no longer had any entity, only the green souls were left, but they were charging with the tide, as if the entire sea surface was dyed into a creepy "green tide".

At the last moment, Will did not allow them to join the front battlefield, but sent them to the rear to guard the survivors who were fleeing desperately in the doomsday.

The dead are protecting the living.

This made Jack relieved.

But he soon saw a familiar figure among the pirates fighting with the cleanup mad dogs in the sea.

He rushed into the Batmobile with a whoosh, and instructed the AI ​​on the car to rush in that direction.

Outside the dock at this time, the old pirate Barbossa was waving his sword with gnashing teeth. With each swing, a few blood-stained cables would rush out from the seawater extending from his feet to his legs, like snakes, and roll up the surrounding cleaners, dragging them into the water and drowning them alive.

This scene made old Barbossa look extremely brave, but those who knew him knew how embarrassed he would be.

This voodoo sword could have controlled the entire Queen Anne's Revenge, but unfortunately there was no ship that Barbossa could control now.

His beloved voodoo warship was hit by several high-explosive missiles in the previous battle, and the hull had been silent in the vast waves. Now the old pirate could only summon magic cables with the sword to help fight.

He was old after all.

The curse of the devil brought by Will Turner was changing him.

But it would take time.

The fact that an old man who had lost his warship followed a group of crazy pirates to fight cold-blooded aliens was really not suitable for his style.

Therefore, after a few rounds, after more cleaning mad dogs joined the battle, old Barbossa was blown into the water by the bullets and bombs.

When he got up again, he didn't know where his beloved hat had gone.

His bald head was covered with mud, his gray hair stuck to his face, and he was holding a sword in his hand, but he was surrounded by mad dogs on all sides.

They wore strange black masks that only revealed cold red eyes, and they approached with rifles one by one, as if they wanted to catch them alive.

After being hacked to death by the old pirate, the remaining cleaning agents pulled out the enhancers and injected them into their bodies. This action made the old pirate stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly touched his pocket and showed a hideous smile on his face.

"Ha, you are the only ones who know how to use drugs?"

Barbossa took out the red potion that Mason had given him before and put it into a syringe. He injected it into his neck, pulled the trigger to the end and injected all the potion into his body.

Like lava.

The moment the cold potion flowed into his blood vessels, it was as if the old man's life was ignited.

He roared, spraying hot air pillars from his nostrils, and an extremely violent force exploded in his body. The wounds on his body healed in an instant, and the broken legs he lost in his early years also began to regenerate at this moment.

The bulging muscles tore the clothes on his body, causing him to expand crazily as if he had blown air. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a muscular man, with a sinister smile on his face and even his eyes bursting with fiery light.

Mason's special alchemical enhancer·Triple dose Green Goblin enhancer mode.

This "super transformation" suddenly stunned the surrounding cleaners.

There seemed to be a break in their thinking all of a sudden. It was probably because the commanders who were commanding them were also a little at a loss.

But in this moment of confusion, the transformed old pirate raised his knife and strangled all the mad dogs around him like lightning.

Mason's enhancer obviously had shortcomings. After the injection, Barbosa was confused for a while, and even heard another self talking to him.

But it works really well.

"Didi"

The whistle sounded at this moment.

The gray-black Batmobile swung its tail gracefully and stopped in front of the battlefield where mad dogs were being crushed one after another. Captain Jack poked his head out of the cabin and shouted to Barbossa, who was killing people in front of him:

"Hey, Hector, there are still a lot of messes that need to be cleaned up over there! You see that your arrogance now is perfect for teaching them a lesson. Come on, get in the car! Let's go find a place."

The old pirate's muscular face showed a grinning and enjoying expression.

He knew that his life was short.

But he doesn't care.

He cursed the playful Jack with foul words, casually crushed the last mad dog to death, jumped forward and lay on the top of the Batmobile.

Amid the bickering with Jack, the car took a turn and carried the two legendary pirates who were in love with each other and rushed toward the more lively areas of the city.

Meanwhile, on the broken dock.

Colypso, who had shrunk her body and returned to human form, looked exhausted. She staggered over in a gray robe and said to Mason, who was squatting in front of a pile of black debris with a frown on his face:

"Thank you, Mason Cooper. Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to defeat them."

"win?"

Mason raised his head and said:

"You think you won? No, Colypso, this is just a warm-up at best. The real high-end power of the Cleaner is still on the way. Don't tell me you can't do it now.

This path is your choice.

It was you who vowed to fight to the end those who want your life, what? Do you want to quit now? "

"I just don't, I'm staying here!"

The female Poseidon was a little embarrassed and said harshly:

"I can keep fighting! I'm not afraid of these bastards who want to take away my power."

"You'd better sit down and have a rest quickly. Looking at you, I'm really afraid that you won't be able to breathe and will be beaten. Alas, such a weak god is really useless.

If there is a card girl or a supermarket by my side, I will feel absolutely safe now. "

Mason looked up and down at Colypso's current situation and made a venomous comment. Then he focused his attention on the indescribable pile of metal residue in front of him.

Poseidon also saw this pile of fragments, and she whispered:

"This is your metal armor. It's very powerful, but you used it to help me block the sneak attack that made my hair stand on end. You saved my life, but it cost you a precious weapon.

Feel sorry. "

"It actually has no damage. It's just that based on your knowledge, it's hard for me to describe its current state to you."

Mason rubbed his forehead and looked at the remains of the Anti-Superman suit in front of him.

He didn't lie. Although his armor had turned into a mosaic stained with strange substances, judging from the information label, the current state of this thing was really strange:

Contaminated Power Armor

Item status: Symbiote fusion·Highly damaged·Self-reorganization

Item description: There is something in your armor that does not belong to it. It may cause unexpected changes to this armor, but until you find out the truth, I advise you not to touch it.

"It's 'healing' itself."

Mason explains:

"It was supposed to explode and shatter into pieces when it blocked the black light that attacked you, but the black light hit it before it hit you, causing some of its characteristics to be contaminated on my armor.

Judging from its current condition, the thing that attacked you should be some kind of vicious living creature."

"It's dangerous! Mason."

Colypso recalled the state of being attacked just now, and she said very seriously:

"I can feel that such a thing has the ability to counter the divine power, like a vicious weapon specially forged to kill gods. For creatures like us, it is almost instant death if it touches it.

But it seems incomplete. "

"What's the meaning?"

Mason used a special container to seal up his semi-destroyed Anti-Superman suit, then picked up the core of the dismantled Ark reactor, took out the abandoned palladium battery plate that was emitting white smoke and was severely corroded, and threw it in He dug out a new piece from the sea and filled it in.

He looked at the goddess Poseidon and asked:

"What does 'less than complete' mean? Can you feel it?"

"able!"

Collypso nodded firmly and said:

"Just like the instinctive fear that ordinary people have when facing a fierce tiger, I felt the same way when I encountered that black light. If it were complete, it would be impossible for a weak god like me to maintain reason and courage in front of it.

Even just smelling and feeling it makes me lose my fighting spirit.

Whatever this thing is, it must have killed many divine beings much stronger than me before, and I really want to thank you, Mason.

You allowed me to escape a fate worse than death. "

"Well, I accept your thanks, but don't be in a hurry to thank me yet."

Mason looked up at the sky.

In the sky where the increasingly real world is reflected, it seems that some kind of power is about to penetrate.

"They may be coming, Lord Poseidon."

The young man rolled up his sleeves and pressed a button on his watch to send a positioning signal to the Demon Lizard Tank far in the sky. He said to Colypso beside him:

"You'd better take the time to rest. Whatever comes next will definitely be more dangerous and deadly than the liquidator mad dogs you dealt with just now.

But the condition we mentioned before is still in effect. "

Mason breathed a sigh of relief and said to Colipso:

"Even before the last moment arrives, you can still choose to let go of your power and become an ordinary person with some mysterious abilities and live in another world.

There is no shame in abandoning divinity in the face of the apocalypse.

Especially since you have proven your loyalty to the world that raised you.

You have bled for it.

No matter how harsh this world is, it should allow you to find a way to live again in the afterglow of this remaining day.

Think about it carefully. Personally, I still hope that today's events will have a relatively perfect ending.

But don't worry too much.

If you really can't make up your mind, my companions will help you end your fate before you fail, without any unnecessary pain. "

——

"Ah, it hurts! Damn, my whole body hurts! It feels like I'm being tied to the keel and sailing all the way from the Philippines to the Caribbean."

Next to the Batmobile, the old pirate Barbossa, who had returned to his normal human form, was leaning against the car shivering in a tattered robe covered in blood.

He cursed as he took the rum offered by Captain Jack.

In front of them were the last group of survivors who had passed through the transfer gate, and behind them was a land littered with the corpses and broken arms of the liquidators' mad dogs.

More than half of these dead were killed by the firepower of the Batmobile, and a small half were torn apart by the hands of the old pirate who transformed into the Green Goblin.

"Hey, Hector, you've been a bad bastard all your life and finally did something really good before the end."

Captain Jack popped out two cigarettes, gave one to his old friend and helped him light it.

Next to the two pirate kings was a particularly large liquidator assault commander, with a syringe stuck in the neck of this disgusting and ferocious guy.

It was the suicide poison that Mason had given to Barbossa before.

It turned out that Mason was not lying, this thing was really highly toxic, and Barbossa made the mad dog commander foam at the mouth and die just seconds after he inserted it into his neck.

Captain Jack, who was leaning against the car, pointed at the refugees in front of him who were rushing towards the transfer gate with great gratitude, and said:

"If you hadn't gone crazy just now, these people would never have been able to survive the pursuit of those mad dogs. They all should thank you and owe you their lives."

"Bah! Good deeds? I dare to do nothing but good deeds in this life!"

Old Barbossa drank half a bottle of wine in one gulp to relieve the severe tearing pain in his body. He blew out a smoke ring with a pale face. He looked back at the Batmobile, which was cool but covered with flesh and blood residue, and said:

"You coward looks like you are doing well. You have chosen a new captain and are living a good life. You even have this magic carriage that can fire fireballs in succession."

"That's right, I have always had an excellent eye for selecting people."

Captain Jack smiled proudly. He took the bottle handed to him by Barbossa and took a sip. Then he whispered:

"Come with us, Hector, Team K needs people like you, and Mason will not refuse you to join. We can wander together in other worlds like in the past.

Gibbs has been transferred to be the security manager of the Iceberg Bar, and I just need a capable bad first mate on hand.

You can still see your daughter.”

"Well, this really makes me excited, and the price is not bad."

Old Barbossa grinned, then breathed out a smoke ring leisurely, stamped his feet, and said:

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"Um?"

Jack looked down and was surprised to find that old Barbossa's left foot had grown coral-like gray horn, which was a sign that the curse of the Hell had begun to spread.

It meant that the soul in front of him had been destined for hell by the pirates.

"I died just once, Jack. No, this is my second death."

The old pirate whispered:

"I felt it very clearly. The shells of those mad dogs shattered my heart, just like the bullet you once pierced my heart, but I opened my eyes again in the cold sea water.

I was ready to go to hell.

But death doesn't want me

It commands me to keep fighting until the very end.

It's coming soon. "

Barbossa touched his heart that was no longer beating and whispered:

"I can feel that today is the last day of this world.

Today is the only day we have left. I have known for a long time that I will die on the sea, and people like me will not die quietly.

But I still didn't expect that there would be a world buried with me.

No.

It's two! "

The old pirate grinned and raised his head, looking at the increasingly clear reflection of the world above his head, and said:

"That's not bad, right? Isn't this a decent funeral for a pirate?"

"You're going to fucking die, and you're still laughing! You're laughing your ass off!"

Captain Jack's heart was extremely sour. Although he had been fighting with the old guy in front of him for half his life, when it came time to say goodbye, he still couldn't face it all calmly.

This guy is not only his enemy, but also his friend.

He clenched his fists and said:

"I will tell Serena everything you just did, and I guarantee your daughter will cry when you see her off."

"Don't fucking touch my daughter! I'm warning you!"

Barbossa gritted his teeth, smashed the bottle, and cursed:

"You have to watch her grow up for me, watch her get married for me, watch her child be born for me, and then tell my story to my grandson.

Jack!

You have to swear! Swear in the name of your damn father. No, swear in the name of the Black Pearl! "

"Okay, I swear."

Sparrow made a pirate salute seriously.

Old Barbossa laughed and glanced at the sea water spreading around his feet. The tattered black hat was being blown to his feet.

The old guy bent down to pick up his hat and put it on his head, grabbed his sword, waved his hand without looking back, and limped into the cold water in front of him.

On the distant tide, the Flying Dutchman was waiting for him to board.

"Hector!"

Captain Jack shouted again. He looked at the figure disappearing into the sea and shouted:

"You should fucking tell me where you hide your treasure! Isn't this the most important thing for a pirate to do when he says goodbye?"

"Go NMD, Jack! This is all I can give you!"

Old Barbossa stumbled as he disappeared into the water, then turned around, raised his middle finger and cursed loudly. The second half of his voice merged with the sea water into a tidal roar.

It made Jack Sparrow laugh.

This is the farewell of the pirates.

Bury sadness in the past and keep happiness to yourself.

"Have a good trip, my friend."

Captain Jack drank all the wine in his hand and slammed the bottle to the ground. He lit a Silka cigarette and looked at the ghost ship sinking into the water in the distance.

He whispered:

"You just took the first step. I will continue to fight in another identity until I meet you again in the hell that belongs to the pirates."