The Bigshot Married Chapter 883 - 879: Making a Big Move with the Sixth Master (

Chapter 883: Chapter 879: Making a Big Move with the Sixth Master (Part 2)

On the 26th of last month, the UN Security Council voted unanimously to allow all countries, within six months, to send warships into Kalare’s territorial waters to crack down on pirates.

I’m pretty sure this news will be made public sometime this month.

As far as I know, all the major countries are going to launch escort operations, like: NATO and its partners, the EU and its partners, Westoria and its allies, Orienta, Naminua, Raelnia, Amwan, Bonraca and so on...

Mercer, when the time comes you’ll be crushed to death like an ant!"

Adrian Desmond picked up a cup of camel milk, took a sip to moisten his throat, and found it tasted pretty good. He wondered if he could airlift some over to Sienna Johnson; he’d heard Kalare’s camel milk was very nutritious.

"Heh... it’s not as simple as you make it sound.

Honestly, Kalare pirates can’t really be ’killed off’ at all, because Kalare is full of people carrying guns. Pirates carry guns, civilians carry guns! You can’t tell who’s a pirate and who isn’t, and ’pirate’ is just what you people call us. To us, it’s a job, a way to make a living."

Adrian sneered. "In the Kidinn war, Westoria claimed they didn’t kill civilians. Do you know how many people actually died on the Kidinn battlefield?"

"..."

"The number of civilian deaths was more than double that of soldiers!"

"Sixth Master, are you sure about this intel?" Mercer couldn’t laugh anymore.

"Of course I’m sure! This kind of thing goes public in less than half a month. I couldn’t lie to you even if I wanted to."

Mercer commanded 1,300 Armed forces and 2,900 civilians. With that many people, if they lost his protection, life would get a lot harder.

"Any good suggestions, Sixth Master?" Mercer was much more respectful to Adrian now.

"Obviously, you cooperate with me!"

"If I work with you, can you guarantee the safety of me and my people?"

"As long as you behave, that much I can guarantee."

"And if I don’t behave?"

Adrian looked at Mercer and countered, "You already know how that ends. Why make me say it again?"

"Fine, let’s talk cooperation."

This time, the way Mercer looked at Adrian, it was no longer like ogling a pretty boy, but like assessing a partner with real power.

"Lay out your terms," Adrian said.

The two of them bullshitted for half an hour before finally getting to the point. In the past, Adrian would never have wasted this many words on anyone.

"First, if the United Nations really sends people to suppress us, I need you to guarantee the safety of me and my people.

Second, every ship I hit that’s sailing the Death Island route, all the cargo on board belongs to me.

Third, I heard Sixth Master’s got a lot of weapons. I want to buy a batch at half price.

Fourth, that green-haired guy—I really like him. You hand him over to me!" Mercer pointed straight at Sabrina Conner.

"****! You looking to die?" The moment she heard that, Sabrina lunged to beat Mercer up, but Marion grabbed her tight.

"Sabrina, calm down!"

"Fuck that, that pervert’s insulting me, I can’t calm down. I’m gonna shove a knife up his ass till it explodes!"

"Heh, wild little mare, just like I thought. I like that..." Mercer’s gaze on Sabrina was like he was looking at a plaything.

"Marion, let go. I’m killing this sick pervert today!"

"Fifth..."

Adrian cut him off before he could go on. "I don’t work with greedy idiots who don’t know their place. Goodbye."

Adrian strode out. Brandon Potter and the others followed right behind him. Sabrina spat on the floor and sneered, "What a fucking joke."

"..."

Sabrina flipped Mercer the bird. "Just you wait, asshole. One day I’ll stab your ass till it’s a damn hor’s nest!"

"Sure, I’ll be waiting! But before that, I’ll have your ass screaming its head off!"

Sabrina gave Mercer a long, hard look and added him to her personal death list.

"Hey, hey, don’t go, we can talk this out..." They’d almost sealed the deal, and he hadn’t expected it to blow up at the end.

"Mercer, what the hell was that? Those demands were way over the top."

Mercer chuckled. "He needs me, so of course I’m gonna strike while the iron’s hot. I’ve got all these mouths to feed."

In Mercer’s eyes, Adrian was a nice fat sheep. With such a plump target delivered to his doorstep, how could Mercer not take a few big bites?

"Mercer, I’m telling you, you’d better take it easy. Adrian is not someone you can push around."

"A strong dragon can’t beat the local snake. On my turf, what’s he gonna do, sprout wings and fly?"

"And what about what Adrian just said? All that about the United Nations and Westoria coming after us Kalare pirates—you’re not worried?" Noah asked cautiously.

Mercer’s smile faded. "If the sky falls, there’ll be taller men holding it up for us. What do you and I have to be afraid of? If they’re gonna hit someone, they’ll hit that idiot Abraham first!

By the time they’re done with him and turn to us, I’ll just duck into the Naminua Ocean for a while. I don’t believe they can drag me out of the Naminua Ocean."

The crafty rabbit has three burrows; Mercer had more than one island.

The Naminua Ocean was vast and boundless. Having grown up sailing these waters, Mercer knew this sea inside out.

...

Adrian and his people went back aboard the Giant Shark and returned to their own turf. Only then did Brandon Potter and the others finally relax.

They’d really been afraid the deal would fall through and they’d end up in a firefight. Luckily, Mercer hadn’t completely burned the bridge.

"Sixth Master, that Mercer is way too cocky. How about Mila and I sneak in tonight and take him out?" Sabrina’s eyes glinted with bloodthirsty excitement.

Adrian glanced at Sabrina’s hair, freshly dyed green again, and frowned. "Sabrina, don’t dye your hair green anymore."

"Why not? This color’s cool as hell."

"In Orienta’s culture, a man with green on his head means his woman’s been sleeping with another man."

Sabrina: "But I don’t even have a woman!"