On the high seas, the Costa luxury cruise ship is in a miserable state.
A giant octopus was perched on the deck of the cruise ship, spitting saliva lazily. Green acid sprayed on the deck, corroding the ground into potholes.
From time to time, the acid was accompanied by a few corroded corpses that were unrecognizable.
The giant octopus, well-fed and basking in the sun, swung its eight nearly 100-meter-long tentacles from time to time, and every time it swung the hull, the entire ship seemed to shake violently.
Every time the cruise ship shook, some survivors hiding in various corners of the ship felt their hearts tremble along with it.
They huddled in the corner, covered their mouths with their hands, and dared not make a sound.
Because while dodging the tentacles of the giant octopus, the survivors discovered that the sea monster on the deck seemed to rely on its auditory system to find food.
"First mate, how long do we have to wait for rescue? If we let this monster continue to torment us like this, the ship will sink!"
A dozen sailors hid in a soundproof room built specifically for the entertainment of big shots.
The standard in the design of this soundproof room is that even if you scream at the top of your lungs inside, no one outside will hear you.
I have to say that, at least in this room, the original decorators did not cut corners.
The first mate of the Costa was an Italian man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking gentle and refined.
"I checked the communicator. The captain had already sent out a distress signal before he got into trouble. All we can do now is wait?" The first mate's face was a little pale, and his voice trembled.
"Then how long do we have to wait?" A voice whispered in the crowd.
The first mate's expression suddenly changed, and he glared fiercely in the direction where the voice came from: "Wait until the rescue ship arrives, or wait until the sea monster is full! It will leave on its own!"
The usually gentle and refined first mate now had a ferocious look on his face, which frightened the dozen or so crew members into silence.
The crew member who had been whispering just now wanted to hide his head in his crotch. If he remembered correctly, there had been a rumor on the ship.
The reason why the first mate was able to hold the position of second in command on the ship was because his family was a famous Italian mafia family.
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A giant octopus was coiled on the deck, with a tentacle as wide as a truck resting on one side of the deck. The wheel-sized suction cups on the tentacle kept squirming, making the deck floor crackle.
A skull as thick as a thumb rolled under the tentacles of the giant octopus at some point.
The skull, which was almost invisible to the giant octopus, opened its jaws and bit the giant octopus's tentacle.
The skull is so small that even if it is hanging on the tentacles of the giant octopus, the giant octopus will not notice it at all.
The skull's sharp teeth seemed hollow as it sucked the blood of the giant octopus.
In just a dozen breaths, the entire skull turned blood red, like a blood skull pendant.
The skeleton monster devoured the blood of the giant octopus in big mouthfuls, just like a baby who had been hungry for a long time biting into a canteen with plenty of milk.
As the skeleton monster absorbed more blood and energy, blood-colored spiritual patterns quickly formed on its bones.
These spiritual patterns spread across the skeleton monster's bones like vines, forming a barrier of evil everywhere on the skeleton monster...
Tang Song watched this scene through the micro camera inside the skeleton monster's skull.
To refine a magic weapon-level skeleton monster, the evil cultivators in the world of Yama would have to slaughter at least hundreds of people to collect their blood, energy, and souls.
But looking at the lazy posture of this giant octopus, it seems that the blood swallowed by the skeleton monster may not be as painful to it as a mosquito bite to humans.
If he could drain this giant octopus dry, perhaps the string of skeleton monsters in his hand could evolve into flying skeletons with twelve restrictions!
Tang Song was fiddling with the bone beads on his wrist, looking at the images coming from the computer, thoughtfully!
"Boss! I got the stuff!"
The door of the restaurant opened and a German man in a black suit walked in. He walked up to Tang Song, lowered his head and reported.
Tang Song took out a towel from the side and wiped his hands, then took a folded soft cloth from the big man.
The cloth looked very old, and looked like a baby's swaddling cloth. A simple map of the mountain trend was drawn on it with a pen. It was drawn very sloppily, but the longitude and latitude were marked on it. If you find the corresponding mountain range, you should be able to find the target point.
“Can this picture be confirmed to be authentic?”
Tang Song simply glanced at the map and asked.
The big man lowered his head slightly: "I used the truth serum, and what he said matched the picture!"
"Well! You did a good job. Come back and give me a bonus for half a year!"
Tang Song raised his hand, and the bodyguard bowed and retreated.
Tang Song looked at the route map in his hand, his mind racing.
He wants Wakanda's vibranium, but he doesn't want to commit grudges.
Wakanda's military and intelligence agencies are very strong, so being bitten would be a real problem.
He had watched the Avengers series before traveling through time, and he knew how advanced Wakanda's technology was.
But what can I do? Both vibranium and US dollars are too tempting.
We need to find a scapegoat for this matter!
Tang Song was looking for a suitable person to take the blame in his mind, to see if there was any big wronged person who could be tricked!
After thinking for a moment, Tang Song took out his mobile phone, pulled out the silent note and pulled out a silent barrier.
"boss!"
After Tang Song dialed the phone, Kane's steady voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Kane, take your men, select thirty good fighters, and go to Africa!"
"Oh, right, go to the field and bring the four armored corpses with you. The corpse-controlling bell is under the long eucalyptus of the altar. This corpse-controlling bell can control the four armored corpses for seven days. Bring them back within seven days!"
"Boss, who is the target?!"
Kane was a little surprised. With the personnel and firepower prepared by Tang Song, coupled with the four bronze-armored corpses, it would be frank to say that they could easily overthrow a small African country.
"Don't be careless, this goal is not simple," Tang Song said: "Go to Wakanda and steal a batch of vibranium ore!"
steal?!
On the other end of the phone, a dozen shirtless men were conducting hand-to-hand combat training in an empty training ground.
Kane was wearing a camouflage top and dark green pants, and was patrolling the training ground while talking on the phone.
Kane was surprised to hear Tang Song use the word "steal". If the boss really wanted something, they could easily snatch it back with the current force configuration of their gang.
However, the rigid character of the Germans makes Kane's work as heavy as marble.
He just needs to obey the boss's orders, he doesn't care about the opponent and the difficulty.
Passing by a solid steel pole buried underground for training, Kane kicked it with a whip kick.
The pure steel pillar, which was as thick as an adult's thigh, was directly broken by Kane's leg. The steel pillar flew horizontally and hit the wall five or six meters away. It fell to the ground with a loud clang, breaking several stone slabs.
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"What's the situation in New York like now?"
"It's very chaotic right now. The underground world is saying that Kingpin is about to fall. Now New York's big and small gangs are waiting for an opportunity to make a move. Minor frictions are constantly occurring. They all want to take advantage of Kingpin's fall to occupy more territory!"
Tang Song was not surprised when he heard Kane's words. These things were within his expectations.
Even the current situation in New York's underworld was driven by him.
"Where's Kingpin? Have you found any trace of him?"
"Boss, Jin Bing was assassinated and many people died. It's hard to find his whereabouts now!"
"However, in half a month, the New York court will try the New York Police Department's charges against Kingpin, and there is a high probability that Kingpin will attend!"