Episodio 1: Black Lagoon

Rock looked at his reflection in the dark water. His tie was gone, his shirt was torn, and his life in Tokyo was over. He wasn't Rokuro anymore. He was the fourth member of the Lagoon Company.

Dutch didn't hesitate. He slammed the throttles forward. The Black Lagoon screamed, hitting the rusted incline of a sunken tanker. The boat defied gravity, soaring into the sky just as the Hind drifted low to finish them off. As they flew through the air, Revy leaned over the railing, guns blazing, while Rock gripped the deck, screaming at the sun. Black Lagoon Episodio 1

Revy burst out laughing, a wild, manic sound. "You want to fly a boat to hit a chopper? You’re crazier than I thought, Salaryman!" "Do it, Dutch!" Rock yelled, his voice cracking but firm. Rock looked at his reflection in the dark water

"Hey, Rock," Revy smirked, blowing a plume of cigarette smoke toward him. "You ever wonder what it’s like to be dead? Because your bosses just sent a mercenary fleet to make sure this disc—and you—disappear forever." He was the fourth member of the Lagoon Company

The engine of the —a heavily modified PT boat—roared with a guttural hunger as it cut through the choppy waters of the South China Sea. Inside the cabin, Dutch gripped the wheel with steady hands, while Revy “Two-Hands” checked the action on her Berettas, her eyes cold and bored.

Suddenly, the horizon erupted. A Russian-made Hind gunship loomed over the waves, its rotors thumping like a giant’s heartbeat. The Council of the company had decided it was cheaper to kill Rock than to pay his ransom.