On the azure sea, groups of seagulls followed the cruise ship very skillfully. From time to time, a seagull rose and fell on the white wake of the cruise ship, and there seemed to be a little bit of scales on its little claws.
"Is this ship interesting?!"
Tang Song was lazily sunbathing, his spiritual consciousness sweeping across the luxury cruise ship, and a playful expression appeared on his face beneath his sunglasses.
He "saw" some interesting people on this luxury cruise ship.
"What did you say?"
The girl lying on the beach chair next to Tang Song raised her head, as if she didn't hear Tang Song's words clearly, and asked.
The naked girl was only wearing a white three-piece bikini. The three pieces of cloth covered part of her private parts, which brought out her infinite charm.
Her wheat-colored skin sets off her charming and heroic face, and her slightly thick red lips add a bit of charm.
"I was watching what they were doing, and they seemed very emotional!"
Tang Song put his arms behind his head and nodded his chin lazily at a group of excited people not far away.
This luxury cruise ship's seven-day trip from Commonwealth to Italy costs just $2,000.
The VVIP ticket price for the presidential suite like Tang Song is as high as 200,000.
You get what you pay for, and the enjoyment you get from spending your money will naturally be different.
The observation deck where Tang Song is located is the best area on the entire cruise ship. It overlooks most of the sea view on the cruise ship. At the same time, if you lean over slightly, you can see the blue swimming pool and the bikini beauties playing in it.
In a corner of Class A downstairs from him, a group of white people and several Asians seemed to have a conflict. What started as a low-pitched quarrel gradually evolved into a shoving match.
Several sailors on the ship stood between the two groups of people, with their arms outstretched, trying their best to maintain order.
"They were betting on football, and the Germans lost, and the Japanese were mocking them!"
The bikini beauty bit the straw with her red lips and sucked the white juice from the coconut. She glanced down and curled her lips.
"A bunch of gamblers!"
Tang Song looked at the beauty with a little surprise: "Do you know lip reading?"
"As a bodyguard, isn't it normal to know some lip reading?" The beautiful woman gave Tang Song a displeased look, stretched out her slender white arms, stretched lazily, and her figure looked even more curvaceous.
Tang Song looked at the bodyguard's hot and sexy figure without any hesitation.
"Have you seen enough?" The beautiful woman gave Tang Song a displeased look.
"Let me make it clear in advance. I don't know your identity. If you have any enemies, please tell me in advance so that I can prepare in advance. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, I will not be responsible!"
Tang Song smiled and said, "There are no enemies for now, so relax. Sloan asked you to come just to give me a promise!"
"I'm not even worthy of being protected by a woman!"
Guarantee? The beauty looked at Tang Song with some confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
As the top assassin of the Assassin Brotherhood, she didn't understand why the leader suddenly changed his mind and sent her to protect a wealthy Asian businessman.
Wasn't her target the traitor's cross
Although the leader told her that all this was God's will, Fox couldn't help feeling disappointed that he couldn't fight against the former top master, Cross.
Tang Song had no intention of guessing the mental activities of a "hostage". He half-closed his eyes, but his mind was still fixed on "the man" he had just seen!
The spiritual consciousness condensed by the monks is very similar to the mental power known in this world.
Some of the extraordinary people and mutants in this world can use their mental power to control fire, ice, plants, metals, and objects with their mind.
These are the simple uses of mental power. In the world of Jambu, the use of spiritual consciousness can be regarded as the eyes and hands of a cultivator.
The range of spiritual awareness is the range that the cultivator can see and perceive.
In scientific terms, it can be called a mental scan.
The distance a cultivator can see depends on his level of cultivation. Buddhists often say that the Buddha's eyes can see the three thousand worlds. This is because the Buddha's level of cultivation is such that he can truly see the entire world of Jambu as if he were reading lines on the palm of his hand.
With Tang Song's current spiritual awareness, if he really wanted to see, the entire cruise ship was within his coverage.
On the deck downstairs, the sound of the argument was getting louder and louder. One of the men, a bearded white man wearing a plaid shirt, seemed to have an emotional outburst and simply flipped over and jumped off the fence.
“Plop!”
There was a sound of someone falling into the water, and countless people exclaimed: "Look, someone jumped off the boat..."
"Oh my god, there are passengers falling into the water, hurry up and organize rescue."
… …
The noisy sound attracted many people to look in.
On the second-floor deck, a tall old man in a gray suit just glanced at him and then continued to drink his coffee with a calm expression.
"Humans are inherently bad. They are always dominated by desire. Only by continuous evolution can humans escape this predicament. Mutants are the future of mankind!"
The burly man standing behind the old man seemed not to have heard what the old man said. He acted as his bodyguard with his hair loose and looked arrogant.
The old man was already used to it and picked up a newspaper on the table and started reading.
The front-page headline of the newspaper made his heart twitch: Germany VS Japan World Cup match: 1:2 lost to Japan.
"*％％$&+" the old man cursed softly using country slang.
He just couldn't understand why the self-boasting Germans couldn't even beat a few Japanese dwarfs.
You know, he invested a lot of money to buy the German team to win.
He is not like his old friend. He is a super rich second-generation and lives in a mansion. He can support a school with his family savings.
He had saved all his money with great difficulty, and during this period, the fraternity's finances were tight, so he had to make some investments.
Well, this World Cup football match is one of his investments.
He placed a big bet on the German team to win.
"There must be something fishy here!" The old man slammed the newspaper on the table angrily.
The surrounding metal screws trembled slightly towards him.
Buzz…
Tang Song felt the vibration of the two sword balls in his pocket, and reached out to pinch the two sword balls.
He circulated his true energy and firmly locked the aura leaking from the two sword balls.
What a gift he has been blessed with. Even though he has a weak body, he is no different from an ordinary person.
But this ability to manipulate metal is, to some extent, not even inferior to some innate magical powers.
Feeling the sword balls at the fingertips emitting needle-like fine sword energy,
Tang Song looked at the old man downstairs and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In the world of Yama, some monsters will awaken their innate magical powers after they transform into human form.
But they are usually just some minor spells, like the strength of the bull demon and the skills of the donkey demon.
The most miraculous thing Tang Song had ever seen was a plant of Polygonatum sibiricum that turned into a demon and had a magical earth-escaping technique.
But like the old man below, his sword ball can be affected by his aura alone.
Unless it is the Yuanci escape technique of the Xiao Beiji Buye Sect, which essentially restrains all metal objects in the world.
This old man is obviously an ordinary person, but simply by relying on the development of mutant abilities, he has achieved abilities comparable to those of a foundation-building cultivator. This talent is truly terrifying.
However, his sword balls are not just the product of an accumulation of gold objects.
Tang Song rolled his fingers, creating a ray of light that blocked Magneto's influence on the sword ball.
Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the famous polar opposite of mutants, how could he appear here! Tang Song's eyes flickered.
He raised his eyes and looked down, just in time to see a pair of dark yellow beast boys that looked like fierce tigers.
Tang Song raised his glass and smiled at the burly man with long hair.
"Suck it"
The saber-toothed tiger's nostrils twitched a few times, and its eyes shrank as it looked at Tang Song's eyes, just like a fierce tiger in the mountains encountering a fierce beast that could threaten it.
His arms hung at his sides, and the sharp nails on his hands grew like daggers.
As if noticing Sabretooth's abnormality, Magneto raised his head and looked towards the upper observation deck.
There was just a circle of empty sun loungers.
… … …
"boss!"
At this time, Skye, wearing a bathrobe and sleepily looking, came to the observation deck from the door of the presidential suite.
Rubbing her eyes, she dazedly threw herself into Tang Song's arms.
After boarding the cruise ship yesterday, the sea was rippling and Tang was in high spirits. He trained a little too hard and Skye still feels sore in his hands and feet.
Tang Song hugged Skye and began to wander aimlessly on this luxury cruise ship.
The top luxury cruise ships have no shortage of recreational facilities, from private cinemas, dance floors, to DJ nightclubs, top restaurants, luxury stores, and can be called a mobile town on the sea.
Tang Song and Skye just walked out of a dessert shop.
A handsome young man wearing a sky blue uniform with several circles of gold embroidered on the cuffs tried to approach the two.
A German man following behind Tang Song took the lead and stopped him, and saw the man's hand reaching into his arms.
The crew member quickly raised his hand: "Sir, I have no ill intentions, I just want to introduce you to some interesting things on this ship!"
Tang Song waved his hand and the bodyguard let the crew member closer.
"Hello, distinguished guest. There is an entertainment room downstairs, specially for big shots like you to have fun. I wonder if you are interested?"
The young crew member walked up to Tang Song, bowed slightly, and spoke softly.
"Entertainment room, casino?" Tang Song's tone was calm, as if he was not surprised at all.
It can be said that large luxury cruise ships are basically linked to gambling ships.
When a ship reaches the high seas, it is a matter of people not reporting it and officials not investigating it.
Tang Song himself runs a casino, but he has no interest in gambling.
The young crew member seemed to see that Tang Song was not interested in gambling, so he continued in a low voice:
"Sir, we also have a boxing ring here. If you are interested in a boxing match, we will organize a boxing match in the evening!"
Boxing match, underground black boxing, Tang Song became quite interested.
He took over an underground boxing ring of the Shura Society in New York, which was arguably the largest and most profitable boxing ring in Brooklyn.
According to Lai En, business was good after he took over, but Tang Song had never been there in person.
"Apart from these entertainment activities, are there any other activities on your ship?"
Tang Song thought of Magneto whom he saw in Class A, and suddenly became curious about what was on the ship that could attract this mutant's bipolarity to come here in person.
The young crew member looked around and said stealthily:
"Dear Sir, in three days, the ship will hold an auction on the high seas. It is said that there will be some really good things being auctioned!"
The young crew member's voice was filled with regret: "But it is said that only big shots with invitations can attend this auction..."
Really good stuff? Tang Song was in the mood.
Seeing the young crew member's hesitant expression, he raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Can you get an invitation?"
"The captain has a few, but..."
The young crew member made an internationally accepted hand gesture.
"How much?" Tang Song asked directly.
The young crew member whispered: "One million US dollars per ticket! If you are interested..."
… … …
At night, after tasting the black pepper steak prepared by a chef from Italy, the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies began their nightlife.
Some were dancing, some were swimming, some were playing ball, some were gambling, and of course some were looking for a secluded corner to have sex. After all, they were all travelers, and after tonight, who would recognize who
As for the small group of about a hundred guests, they came secretly to the secret room in the bottom cabin of the ship under the arrangement of the crew.
In a large space 30 meters long and 20 meters wide, in the middle is a ring 10 meters long and wide, surrounded by barbed wire.
A small hole, only wide enough for a person to crawl through, was opened in a corner of the wire fence.
This is also to ensure the safety of the guests in attendance. If they are hit by a crazy boxer, the cruise line cannot afford the responsibility.
The first fight lasted two minutes. A white boxer kicked a boxer who seemed to be from India with a side kick, causing his chest to collapse. His body flew more than five meters away and got hung on the more than ten-centimeter-long iron spikes of the barbed wire.
The audience nearby cheered crazily, and several fat guys shouted: "It's great, it's great, dear, I love you... It's great, beat your opponent, it's great."
It seems that they have bet a lot on this white boxer.
The victorious boxer climbed out of the cage like a dog and accepted his agent's congratulations with an expressionless face.
As for the dead boxer, his body was hung up with a rope, and his agent didn't look sad at all. He was just discussing something with the organizer and another crew member in the corner.
Tang Song looked at all this indifferently, looking at those ladies who usually possessed infinite elegance and noble temperament.
At this moment, she was yelling like a mad shrew, not caring about the fact that their jewelry and hair accessories were all in disarray.
In the second match, two lean yellow men entered the arena. Very quickly, within seventeen seconds, one of the shorter boxers had his right leg broken by a kick, and the match was over.
A few guys shouted: "Damn it, you bastard, kill him, kill him, kill this loser dog." The ladies around them laughed out loud, as if the boxer who was struggling on the ground was really like a dog.
A fat man threw away the invalid betting ticket in his hand and suddenly roared: "Fuck, kill this dog who made us count the money, damn, I'll pay 500,000 US dollars, kill him, kill him, kill him..."
Almost all the audience shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."
Money rained down into the cage.
The managers of the two boxers present looked at each other, quickly made two gestures, and made a thumbs-down gesture to the victorious boxer in the arena.
The victorious boxer rushed to the man on the ground and kicked him with a "crack", breaking his neck.
A fat lady next to her closed her eyes slightly, and made sounds of "oh, oh, oh, oh", but she had been stimulated to a climax by the bloody scene.
Seeing this scene, Sky seemed frightened and shrank into Tang Song's arms.
Fox, who was following behind the two men, also frowned as he watched the bloody scene.
More people died at her hands than everyone else in this fighting arena combined, but she was used to using guns to bring God's judgment, rather than this kind of meaningless torture and death.
"Is this the elite of society? Is this the so-called upper class?"
Tang Song said seriously: "It is money that makes them and gangsters and prostitutes like heaven and hell. If they have no money,
They will become gangsters and prostitutes to make a living, that's in their nature, haha."
After several matches, Tang Song got tired of watching them. These boxers really had no technical skills. The organizers relied on the gimmick of bloody underground boxing matches to reap the benefits of these wealthy gamblers.
Tang Song took Skye back to the cruise ship suite...
… … …
Just as the Tang and Song dynasties were full of romance, on the other side.
In a high-end apartment in Hell's Kitchen, New York, several Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in front of the apartment.
In the middle of the motorcade, Kingpin, leaning on a cane and smoking a cigar, got out of the car and looked up at the lights of the apartment building.
"Boss, he's in the building. He hasn't left the room since he came back from the law firm!"
A subordinate in charge of surveillance walked up to Jin Bing and reported the situation.
"Catch him! I want him alive!" Jin Bing took a deep puff of his cigar. The burning cigar head looked like a scarlet devil's eye in the dark night.
At Jin Bing's command, more than a dozen gunmen entered the apartment through the main door. Looking at the submachine guns and rifles in the hands of these burly men.
The two apartment security guards subconsciously looked at the old shotgun under the table, then decisively shrank to the side, holding their heads.
Catch that blind lawyer and torture him to find out who is behind him.
Kingpin was smoking a cigar, like a giant from hell in the dark night.
For a small matter like arresting someone, he could just send any of his men to do it, but Jin Bing did it personally to show certain people how serious he was about the matter.
Admittedly, the FBI cannot scare him, but the major financial groups behind the Federal Reserve are a big trouble, and even Kim Byung does not want to provoke them.
Unlike the puppet president who is replaced every few years, those financial groups are the ones who truly control the lifeline of the federation.
Someone asked the congressmen that Kim Byung had cooperated with to tell him to cut off the source of super US dollars, and the position of senator that Kim Byung had been seeking would be a foregone conclusion.
Jin Bing also has a little idea. He has mastered the counterfeit money technology. Even if he cannot print US dollars, printing British pounds and Euros will still be a profitable business.
In New York, a place where heaven and hell coexist, the only true and eternal truths are interests and money.
But before that, Jin Bing first had to deal with the witness who sued him.
boom!
Jin Bing was smoking a cigar when he suddenly felt a violent vibration above his head, followed by an explosion in the distance.
Shards of glass fell like raindrops. Kingpin dodged, and with a body as big as a hill, he was as agile as a wild boar in the forest. He displayed a speed that was totally inconsistent with his body size, and quickly flashed behind his bulletproof car.
"What's going on?"
Jin Bing clenched his cane, a trace of shock and anger flashed across his fierce face, and his eyes were fixed on the upstairs.
In the upper part of the apartment building, half of the glass was shattered, and flames shot up into the sky from several rooms on the 20th floor.
At this time, it was less than five minutes before his group of gunmen went upstairs.
Buzz buzz buzz…
Just as Jin Bing was about to ask his men to go upstairs to check, his cell phone rang.
"Boss, something happened. Two banks were robbed!"
The embarrassed voice of his subordinates came from the phone. Jin Bingtong Kong shrank slightly, and his breathing suddenly became strong.
"What did you say?" Jin Bing's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Boss, Bank No. 3 and Bank No. 6 were robbed, and all the money was taken! We..."
Bang! Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Jin Bing threw the phone to pieces.
"Let's go back!"
Looking at the exploded apartment building, Jin Bing tried to calm down and said coldly.
… … …
"Who are you? Do you know whose place this is? Do you know whose money this is?"
Inside Jin Bing's underground bank, which was not small, more than a dozen gunmen were lying dead on the spot. They were shot in the center of their eyebrows or in the left chest, and blood was all over the floor.
A group of fully armed soldiers were quickly loading US dollars into large suitcases.
A bald man with a scorpion tattoo on his head struggled to get up. Frank walked up to him and stabbed him through with a dagger in his backhand.
"Hurry up, we don't have much time!"
Frank held the blade in the crook of his arm, wiped the blood off it, and checked the timer on his wrist.