Chapter 1062 - Someone?
"Do you miss me, sub-Captain Jingo?"
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The chained-up man raised his head, revealing a similar face to the man who just walked in.
What was going on here?
The scene taking place now would definitely shock any who saw it.
How could there be 2 Jingos?
The Jingo who just came in, smiled unnaturally as if he were a demon brought out from hell.
Meanwhile, the real Jingo was chained up and brutally beaten down here.
So how did this happen?
Jingo had never been so helpless and angry in his life.
Right now, he had been drugged by some deadly poison that would slowly eat his insides, wearing his strength with time.
Even now, he felt it completely hard to keep his eyes open.
He was also having waking nightmares as the entire room spun uncontrollably.
Dammit!
He shouldn't have been too confident earlier on.
Because he left his shadow guards in his cabin to guard some treasure, he ended up getting taken by these bastards instead.
It all happened when someone called to inform him that Old Crow had arrived.
Yes. By now, Old Crow should've probably arrived
But the key thing was that these people had announced his arrival before the pirate messenger did.
Maybe their own hidden scouts had probably been faster and delivered the message earlier than his.
Jingo didn't know the real truth to this matter.
All he knew was that after calmly riding his horse for a bit, he suddenly felt something pierce through his t.h.i.g.h.
Maybe because he was highly confident and didn't think that anyone would dare move him here, he ended up not staying overly vigilant.
After all, not too far from where he got stabbed were several pirates laughing and joking around.
He looked at who stabbed him, only to realize that it was the person who delivered the message that stabbed him.
He tried talking but found that his entire body seemed to be going numb after getting stabbed.
And once he entered this building, he saw this fake standing before him that looked exactly the same as himself.
The body proportion and everything else looked the same.
Instantly, he knew what they were up to.
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Jingo looked at the fake before him wanting nothing more than to rip off that fake mask on his face.
BASTARD!!
How dare this bastard steal his identity?
No! It was his! It was his!!!
Jingo gruffed and tried to make sounds of frustration.
His face couldn't even distort or frown due to the poison.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
~Grrr....
The poison slowly ate through his body like gnats biting into flesh.
Why?
Why did he fall prey to these bastards?
A wave of regret and anger swelled his already damaged body, making him more determined than ever to survive.
No! He couldn't die!
He had to live and report this matter to the organization!
That's right.
The poison made it so hard for him to couch that his body was doing its best to forcefully send the black blood out of his open mouth, dripping it down his body.
~uogh. uogh~~
The once proud and arrogant Jingo now looked like he had a stroke and was still in a vegetative coma with his mouth and eyes wide open.
But as tragic as this was to him, the fake Jingo found it all too pleasing.
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The fake Jingo grinned broadly and danced playfully around him before pulling his hair back and sitting on his face.
"Hahahahahha!
You didn't see this coming, did you?
You, who didn't put the temple in your eyes, are now fighting for your life here."
The Fake Jingo looked at his hands and trembled with excitement: "Finally. Finally, Finally, my time has come! Heh. You don't know how hard I've tried to mimic your every move. For the last 7 years, I've been trained to look like you, move like you and even eat and have p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as you do. The spies we have in your crew were a great help to us. Over the years, we have studied your likes and dislikes. How does it feel? Tell me, Sub-Captain Jingo. How does it feel to be beaten by a member of the Temple of Dragmus? Now, I will be the owner in charge of your crew. Don't worry. We have allies in your crew. No one will know the truth. Hahahahahahahaha!!!!"
'Bastards! Bastards!'
~Ghhhh...~~
Jingo, who heard this, inwardly trembled in fury.
Who? Who were the spies in the crew?
The colour on his face drained as he gazed at the bastard before with an unforgiving judgement.
Dammit! When he got out of here, he would destroy this arrogant son of a b**ch, even if it was the last thing he did!
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Feeling like he had played enough, the fake Jingo finally decided to end it all.
"Heh. You really didn't think that I'll leave you alive in here, right?"
With that, he opened up a pouch of black powder and sprinkled it on Jingo's hair and body.
Beautiful.
Now, for his grand finish, he took the flame on the wall and brought it over to the now terrified and unwilling Jingo.
"I've trained too hard and gotten used to this identity.
Sorry. I won't allow anyone to steal it from me.
In this world, there can only be one Jingo D'ongonia.
And that's me!!!"
'No!!!!'
~BRRRRRRMMMM!!
Thunderous flames erupted on Jingo, visibly burning his skin.
Grhmmmm~~
Jingo, who couldn't speak, looked on with hatred and fear as his body burned and choked from it all.
The flames bored deeply, peeling off his flesh and creating smoke in his throat, choking him hard.
No! No! No!
He was unwilling.
He was unwilling to die like this!
Even if he became a ghost, he could kill this son of a b**ch!
Thinking of the secret he was keeping, the burning Jingo suddenly chuckled.
Even till this moment, this fake bastard didn't know that he had lost.
That's right, they both lost today.
And as if the heavens heard his prayer, fake Jingo suddenly turned around, making him believe that someone was coming.
Who?
Who was coming to save him?