Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 15 Countdown: Only Days Left
"Go to hell! Mad dog!"
Captain Jack Sparrow sits in the speeding gray-black Batmobile.
He was holding a device for controlling the car body turret in his hand on the passenger seat, while the steering wheel on the main driver's seat was moving rapidly without anyone paying attention.
The onboard AI Delamain copied its own subroutines in this vehicle, allowing it to plan the route and avoid artillery fire so that Captain Jack only needs to focus on attacking the Mad Dog Cleaners.
As the wall crashed, the cool heavily armored Batmobile rushed out from the high platform, trailing flames.
The spikes added to the front of the vehicle pierced the Scavenger airship in the air, causing it to explode, while the missile nest at the rear of the vehicle continued to spew flames as the smart weapon locked on it.
All the non-lethal weapon systems on this vehicle have been transformed by Mason into lethal weapons. The most conspicuous one is a charged rail electromagnetic cannon mounted on the top of the vehicle that almost runs across the top of the vehicle.
This thing is a mature sample drawn from the military technology of 2077. It enlarges the charging device of technological weapons and matches it with armor-piercing bullets. It is powered by the energy of the Batmobile and is also equipped with an anti-overheating plug-in.
As long as Jack aims accurately, he can use this thing to shoot down the airships flying in the sky and dropping incendiary bombs one by one.
A large group of Griffin military drones surrounded the Batmobile, forming a firepower configuration similar to a "floating cannon". The on-board AI planned the target and fire suppression process, and the attack was like a storm of bullets with extremely high intensity.
However, the firepower of just one car is ultimately insufficient.
When the usually cool Captain Jack passed by a collapsed and burning street, he could see corpses everywhere in front of him. This scene made Spyro clench his fists.
He was not a heartless pirate in the conventional sense.
He is much kinder than his peers.
Especially in this situation where we are witnessing the world of our hometown about to fall apart, and when we see our compatriots dying on the roadside even though there is a way to escape ahead, the anger of sharing a common hatred for the enemy is suddenly ignited.
When the Batmobile drove into the temporary defense line to restock ammunition , the Pirate Captain gritted his teeth and rushed out with a "Fenrir" heavy kinetic submachine gun, shooting wildly at the Cleaner Mad Dogs approaching from outside.
Such desperate efforts cannot save our compatriots who have already died.
Even revenge is difficult to achieve, but it can at least vent the pent-up anger in one's heart.
It's a ghost.
They didn't provoke anyone, so why should they suffer such a misfortune?
However, just as Captain Jack gritted his teeth and reloaded the drum magazine 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, and saw the torrent rushing over from the dock.
The cold sea water rolled and swallowed up the mad dogs that were unable to dodge, and among the waves, half-human, half-monster pirates jumped out of the water waving rusty swords and slashed wildly.
The evil spirits that were brought out of the Hell by the Dutchman were also released.
They no longer have any physical bodies, only the dark green souls left, charging forward riding the tides, as if dyeing the entire sea surface 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 for their lives in the doomsday.
The dead are protecting the living.
This made Jack feel relieved.
But he soon saw a familiar figure among the pirates fighting with the mad dogs of the cleaners in the sea.
He swooped into the Batmobile, which had just reloaded its ammunition, and instructed the onboard AI to rush in that direction.
At this time, outside the dock, the old pirate Barbossa was waving his sword with gritted teeth. With every swing, a few blood-stained cables would rush out from the sea water extending from his feet to his legs, and like snakes, they would wrap around the cleaners and drag them into the water and drown them alive.
This scene made old Barbosa look extremely brave, but those who knew him knew how embarrassed he would be at this moment.
This voodoo blade could have controlled the entire Queen Anne's Revenge, but unfortunately there is no longer a ship left for Barbossa to control.
His beloved Voodoo battleship had been hit by several high-explosive missiles in the previous battle and its hull had been silent in the vast waves. Now the old pirate could only bring his sword and summon magic cables to help in the battle.
He is old after all.
The curse of the Hell brought by Will Turner is changing him.
But it takes time.
The fact that an old man who lost his battleship followed a group of crazy pirates to fight against cold-blooded aliens was really not suitable for his style of painting.
Therefore, after a few rounds, after more Cleaner Mad Dogs joined the battle, old Barbossa was blown into the water by the oncoming bullets and bombs.
When he got up again, he didn't know where his beloved hat had gone.
His bald head was covered in mud, his gray hair stuck to his face, and he held a sword in his hand, but he was surrounded by mad dogs on all sides.
They wore strange black masks that only revealed their cold red eyes, and they approached with rifles in hand as if they wanted to capture someone alive.
After a few more people were hacked to death by the old pirate, the remaining cleaners pulled out the enhancers and injected them into their bodies. This action stunned the old pirate for a moment, and then he suddenly touched his pocket and a hideous smile appeared on his face again.
"Ha, you're the only ones who know how to use pesticides?"
Barbossa took out the red potion that Mason had given him earlier, poured it into the syringe, injected it into his own neck, and pulled the trigger all the way down to inject all the potion into his body.
It's like magma.
The moment the cold potion flowed into his blood vessels, it was as if the old man's life was ignited.
He roared, and a column of hot air blew out from his nostrils. An extremely violent force exploded in his body, and the wounds on his body healed in an instant. The broken leg that he lost many years ago also began to regenerate at this moment.
The surging muscles tore through his clothes, causing him to swell wildly as if inflated. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a muscular man with a hideous smile on his face and even his eyes were emitting a fiery light.
Mason's special alchemical enhancer, triple dose of Green Devil enhancer mode.
This "super transformation" immediately made the surrounding cleaners helpless.
Their thinking seemed to be interrupted all of a sudden, and perhaps the commanders who were commanding them were also a little at a loss.
But it was just this moment of distraction that the transformed old pirate was able to kill all the mad dogs around him as quickly as lightning with a sharp move of his sword.
Mason's enhancer obviously has its shortcomings, causing Barbosa to be confused for a while after the injection, and he 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 killed one after another. Captain Jack leaned 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 scum over there who need to be dealt with! You look so arrogant now, it's very suitable to teach them a lesson. Come on, get in the car! Let's go find a place to fight."
The old pirate had a grinning, enjoyable expression on his muscular face.
He knew he was going to die soon.
But he doesn't care.
He cursed the grinning Jack with foul language, crushed the last mad dog to death, and pounced forward, lying on top of the Batmobile.
Amid the bickering with Jack, the car turned a corner and rushed towards the more lively area of the city carrying the two legendary pirates who loved and hated each other.
Meanwhile, on the broken dock.
Collipsso, who had shrunk back to human form, looked exhausted. She hobbled 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 looked up and said:
"You think you won? No, Collipso, this is just a warm-up at best. The real high-end power of the Cleaners is still on the way. Don't tell me you are no longer capable now.
This is the path you choose.
You swore to fight those who wanted to kill you to the end, what? You want to quit now?"
"I just... No, I'm staying here!"
The female sea goddess was a little embarrassed, but she said stubbornly:
"I can still keep fighting! I'm not afraid of these bastards who want to take away my power."
"You'd better sit down and take a rest. Looking at your condition, I'm really worried that you might run out of breath and pass out. Alas, weak gods are really useless.
If I had a sister like Ka or a big superhero by my side, I would feel absolutely safe now."
Mason looked up and down at Collipsso's current condition and made a venomous comment. He then turned his attention to the indescribable pile of metal debris in front of him.
The sea goddess also saw the pile of debris, and she whispered:
"This is your metal armor. It's very powerful, but you used it to block a sneak attack that made my hair stand on end... You saved my life, but this cost you a precious weapon.
Feel sorry."
"It's actually not damaged. It's just that with your knowledge, it's hard for me to describe its current state to you."
Mason rubbed his forehead and looked at the wreckage of the anti-Superman armor in front of him.
He didn't lie. Although his armor had turned into a pile of mosaics stained with strange substances, judging from the information tags, the current state of this thing was really strange:
Contaminated Power Armor
Item Status: Symbiote Fusion, Highly Damaged, Self-Reconstruction
Item Description: There is something in your armor that doesn't belong to it. It may cause unexpected changes to this armor, but before finding out the truth, I advise you not to touch it.
"It's 'healing itself'."
Mason explained:
"It should have exploded and shattered 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 stained 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."
Collipso recalled the state of being attacked just now, and she said very seriously:
“I can feel that this thing has the ability to counter divine power. It’s like a vicious weapon specially forged to kill gods. It’s a death sentence for creatures like us.
But it also seems incomplete.”
"What's the meaning?"
Mason used a special container to seal up his half-destroyed anti-Superman armor, and then picked up the dismantled core of the Ark reactor, took down the discarded palladium battery panel that was emitting white smoke and was severely corroded and threw it into the sea, and then took out a new one and filled it in.
He looked at the Poseidon and asked:
"What do you mean by 'not quite complete'? Can you feel it?"
"able!"
Collipsso nodded affirmatively and said:
“Just like the instinctive fear that ordinary people feel when facing a tiger, I had the same feeling when I encountered that black light. If it was complete, a weak god like me would not be able to maintain reason and courage in front of it.
Even just smelling or feeling it would make me lose the will to fight.
Whatever this thing is, it must have killed many divine creatures much stronger than me before. I really want to thank you, Mason.
You saved me from a fate worse than death."
"Well, I accept your thanks, but don't thank me yet."
Mason raised his head and looked toward the sky.
In the sky, which was reflecting the increasingly real world, it seemed that some kind of power was 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 Magic Lizard Tank far in the sky, while saying to Collipsso beside him:
"You'd better take this time to rest. Whatever comes next will definitely be more dangerous and deadly than the Cleaner Mad Dogs you just dealt with.
But the condition we stated before is still in effect.”
Mason breathed a sigh of relief and said to Collipsso:
“Even before the last moment, 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 giving up divinity at the end of the world.
Especially since you have proven your loyalty to the world that raised you.
You have already bled for it.
No matter how harsh this world is, it should allow you to find a way to survive again in the afterglow of the few remaining days.
Think about it carefully. Personally, I still hope that today's events can have a relatively perfect ending.
But don't worry too much.
If you really can't make up your mind, then my companions will help you end your fate before you fail, without any unnecessary pain. "
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"Ah, it hurts! Damn, it hurts all over! It feels like I'm 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 shivering against the side of the vehicle, wearing a tattered robe covered in blood.
He took the rum handed to him by Captain Jack while shouting and cursing.
In front of them were the last group of survivors who passed through the transfer gate, and behind them was the land littered with the remains and broken arms of the mad dogs of the cleaners.
More than half of these dead were killed by the firepower of the Batmobile, and a small number were torn apart by the old pirate who had transformed into the Green Goblin.
"Hey, Hector, you've been a bad bastard all your life, and you finally did something really good before the end of the world."
Captain Jack popped out two cigarettes, gave one to his old friend and lit it for him.
Next to the two pirate kings was a particularly large Cleaner Assault Commander, with a syringe inserted into the neck of this disgusting and hideous 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 extremely poisonous. A few seconds after Barbossa inserted it into the Mad Dog Commander's neck, the commander started foaming at the mouth and died.
Captain Jack, who was leaning against the car, pointed at the refugees who were running towards the transfer gate with gratitude and said:
"If you hadn't gone crazy just now, these people would never have survived the pursuit of those mad dogs. They should all thank you and owe you a life."
"Bah! Good things? I dare to do anything except good things in my life!"
Old Barbossa drank half a bottle of wine in one gulp to relieve the tearing pain in his body. He blew out a smoke ring with a pale face. He looked back at the cool but bloody Batmobile and said:
"You coward, it seems you are doing well. You have chosen a new captain and are living a good life. You even have a magic carriage that can fire huge fireballs continuously."
"That's right. I have always had an excellent eye for selecting people."
Captain Jack smiled triumphantly. He took the bottle of wine handed to him by Barbossa and took a sip. Then he whispered:
“Come with us, Hector. Team K needs people like you, and Mason won’t refuse you to join. We can wander together in other worlds like we did in the past.
Gibbs was transferred to be the security manager of the Iceberg Bar, and I just happened to be in need of a capable badass first mate.
You can still see your daughter..."
"Well, this is really exciting to me, and the price is not bad either."
Old Barbossa grinned, then he blew out a smoke ring leisurely, stamped his feet, and said:
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
"Um?"
Jack looked down and was shocked to find that coral-like gray keratin had grown on old Barbossa's left foot, which was a sign that the curse of the Demon Prison was beginning to spread.
It meant that the soul in front of him had been destined for the pirates’ hell.
"I just died once, Jack. No, this is the second time I've died."
The old pirate whispered:
"I felt it clearly, the shells of those mad dogs shattered my heart, just like your bullet that pierced my heart, but I opened my eyes again in the cold sea.
I was ready to go to hell.
But Death doesn't want me...
It ordered me to keep fighting until the very end.
It’s coming soon.”
Barbossa touched his heart, which had stopped beating, and whispered:
“I can feel that today is the last day of this world’s existence.
Today is our only day left. I knew long ago that I would die at 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.
Two!"
The old pirate grinned and looked up at the increasingly clear reflection of the world above him. He said:
"That's not bad, is it? It's a pretty decent funeral for a pirate, isn't it?"
"You're almost dying, and you're still laughing! What the hell are you laughing at!"
Captain Jack felt extremely sad. Although he had fought with the old man in front of him for half his life, when the moment of parting came, he still couldn't face it all calmly.
This guy is not only his enemy, but also his friend.
He clenched his fist and said:
"I will tell Serena everything you just did. I promise your daughter will cry and see you off."
"Don't fucking touch my daughter! I'm warning you!"
Barbosa 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 children be born for me, and then tell my story to my grandchildren.
Jack!
You must swear! Use your dead father's name... No, swear on the Black Pearl!"
"Okay, I swear."
Spiro performed a pirate salute very seriously.
Old Barbossa laughed and looked at the sea water spreading towards his feet. His tattered black hat was being blown to his feet.
The old guy bent down, picked 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.
In the distant tide, the Flying Dutchman was waiting for him to board.
"Hector!"
Captain Jack shouted again, looking at the figure disappearing in the sea:
"Why don't you just tell me where you hid your treasure? Isn't that the most important thing for a pirate to say goodbye to?"
"Fuck you, Jack! This is all I can give you!"
Old Barbossa, who disappeared in the water, staggered, then turned around, raised his middle finger and cursed. The second half of his voice merged with the sea water to form a tidal roar.
This made Jack Sparrow laugh out loud.
This is the pirates' farewell.
Bury the sadness in the past and keep the happiness for yourself.
"Have a safe journey, my friend."
Captain Jack drank the wine in his hand and threw the bottle to the ground. He lit a silk cigarette and looked at the ghost ship sinking into the water in the distance.
He whispered:
"You are just one step ahead. I will continue to fight in another identity until I meet you again in the hell that belongs to pirates."
