r18novel 35: There are plenty of ways to do it.
35: There are plenty of ways to do it.
"Oh no, something's happened at the port!"
Oro immediately turned around: "Gails, pick up Taylor, let's go back to the port now! Lingling, you follow behind and make sure they're safe!"
Gails immediately picked up Taylor, who was still sobbing, but when she heard the word "port," she knew that things were urgent. She quickly wiped away her tears and grabbed Gails' clothes.
A faint black tinge appeared on the giant axe in Lingling's hand: "Understood!"
At the port, a group of fish-men and humans dressed in black uniforms were chasing after the mermaids who had just been picked up by their families.
Most of them were carrying specially made chains, and a few were holding tranquilizer guns, the muzzles pointed directly at Coral, who was running at the back.
The three mermaids' family members tried desperately to stop them, but their strength was no match for the well-equipped slave-hunting team.
Coral's elderly mother was kicked away, and several chains clattered around Coral's tail, pulling her to the ground.
"stop!"
Oro, who rushed back just in time, was furious. He had just returned home when he was chased and kidnapped in broad daylight!
What are the guards on Mermaid Island doing?!
He raised his right hand and gently grabbed towards the direction of the Golden Dawn—a large amount of gold on the ship instantly surged out and condensed in the air into a giant golden arm!
The giant arm wasn't wrapped in Armament Haki, but in a thick layer of Conqueror's Haki!
"Get out of here!"
The giant golden arm swung violently toward the slave-catching team, its speed leaving a golden afterimage in its wake.
"Bang!"
The slave-catching team members didn't even have time to react before they were swung away by the giant arm!
A large group of people crashed onto the coral reef like a shower of flowers, their screams echoing for a long time.
The mermaids quickly helped Coral up and ran together to the Golden Dawn, their eyes filled with lingering fear. The twin sisters on the ship were waving at Oro with golden whistles in hand.
The surrounding residents cautiously gathered around, looking at the slave-catching team lying on the ground crying and wailing, and then at Oro and the huge golden arm that had not yet dissipated, their eyes filled with awe.
Oro turned to look at Taylor, who had been put down, and at the blood-stained headscarf in her hand, his tone firm:
"Taylor, your brother was captured just two days ago, the slave-catching team certainly hasn't had time to move him yet."
"Their hideout isn't too far from here. I have plenty of ways to interrogate these scumbags and I'm sure I can find Tiger's whereabouts."
Taylor looked at Oro through teary eyes, and hope was rekindled in those eyes that were filled with pain and despair.
She nodded vigorously, clutching the headscarf tightly in her hand: "Yes! I believe in Lord Oro!"
Oro then looked at the slave-catching team members struggling on the ground. His golden giant arm slowly opened its large hand, and golden ropes extended from his fingers.
All the surviving slave hunters were tightly bound with golden ropes and then hoisted up one by one.
But that wasn't all. Dense golden threads extended from the golden ropes, climbing up their bodies and finally digging deep into their flesh from the back of their necks and jaws.
"What is that?!"
"No, no!"
"Spare me!"
"This thing wants to crawl into my brain!"
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The residents of Mermaid Island, who had just gathered, dispersed in an instant. Although they knew that the ones being tortured were the enemy and the bad guys, the scene was still too shocking for ordinary people to bear.
"Where are your accomplices? The first to speak will live."
Oro’s tone was icy, and there was no pity in his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, more than half of the people who were being hung up immediately tried to speak.
Unfortunately, the next moment—
The giant golden hand connecting them suddenly lifted upwards, like retracting a yo-yo, pulling the slave hunters back into its palm, and then—
"Splat!"
With a powerful clench of his golden hand, the slave-catching team was wiped out.
Lingling blinked. Was this some kind of novel interrogation method?
Gails immediately understood: "The brain sends nerve signals to the mouth, and that's how the mouth knows what to say."
As a doctor, she first gave a brief explanation to the bewildered Lingling and Taylor, and then looked at Oro with excitement:
"Auror! You can already read neural signals?!"
"Um."
Oro patted his face; reading about so many people at once was quite mentally taxing.
"It can only read in real time, and currently it requires a gold wire of a certain thickness to transmit the signal back. It can barely disguise mind reading."
"These people are just lackeys and don't know much. Fortunately, they still have their accomplices on Mermaid Island."
"Taylor, you go back to the ship with Coral and the others. Lingling, you stay here and clean up the 'garbage' on the island. Gails and I are enough. I'm more worried about something else happening outside Mermaid Island."
The three of them had no objections. Gails and Taylor nodded immediately, and Lingling raised her fist:
"Don't worry, Auro! Leave this to me! You and Gails be careful!"
Gails ruffled Lingling's pink hair and laughed, "I never thought I'd be getting instructions from Lingling one day."
Oro smiled and said, "Alright! Gails, let's go!"
......
The remaining slave-catching teams mostly gathered near the transparent pipe connecting Mermaid Bay and Mermaid Street.
Oro and Gales quickly cleared away the trash, cleaning up the outer perimeter in no time, but leaving a considerable amount inside the transparent pipe.
According to information obtained by Oro, the leader of this slave-catching team was also among them.
He had Gails guard the entrance and exit to prevent anyone from slipping through, and then he went inside.
......
"Sizzle—"
A faint hum of electricity emanated from within the pipe. Oro stopped, and the nano-gold powder seeping from his fingertips drifted away...
Inside the pipe, five slave hunters in black waterproof uniforms were surrounding three mermaid girls huddled in a corner.
The lead slave hunter, wearing an iron-plated helmet, was crushing the tail of a mermaid girl who was trying to protect her companions with the tip of his boot.
Oro's gold dust has penetrated the cracks in the pipe wall...
The helmeted leader grinned maliciously as he raised the electrified fishing net in his hand: "Don't struggle, or you'll lose your value, hehehehe."
He was laughing when suddenly his wrist went numb, and the fishing net slipped from his hand uncontrollably.
The other four slave hunters also cried out in alarm, and the tranquilizer guns and locks in their hands fell to the ground one after another.
Countless golden threads emerged from under the skin of their wrists, wrapped around their joints, and forced them to raise their hands high.
At the entrance of the pipe, golden threads were rapidly weaving a "golden cage." The golden threads on the cage walls were intertwined into a net, each thread shimmering with a faint black military color, firmly trapping the five people in the center.
Oro slowly walked into the pipe, his fingertips flicking slightly. Several golden threads pierced through the gaps in the leader's iron helmet, penetrating the skin of his temples and continuing to drill deeper.
"Tell me, where did you send the mermaids you captured?"
The other person struggled to speak, but their throat was constricted by a gold thread, and they could only make muffled hoarse sounds.
"The White House?"
Oro raised an eyebrow, the gold thread tightened suddenly, and fine beads of blood seeped from the leader's eyes.
He wasted no time, and several more golden threads burrowed into the back of the other person's neck.
Oro closed his eyes and sensed it carefully—
A white building gradually came into view, surrounded by diamond-shaped black mines on the seabed. Under the naval flag at the entrance stood a man with a mustache.
"Vice Admiral Chick...a naval base near the Red Line..."
Oro slowly retracted the golden thread, and the leader instantly collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over like a soulless puppet.
The remaining four slave hunters stared in horror at their leader, who had been thoroughly abused, too afraid to even breathe, lest this demon notice them.
"The navy...?"
Oro recalled the navy that had engaged in human trafficking with Carmel.
"It's unexpected, yet perfectly logical..."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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