24 hours to save the world

Zhu Shijiu did not stay in Yilimineson for too long.

Because he received his first mission as a formal elite black soldier.

"America, New York."

This is where he is going.

At this moment, he is in a sailing submarine.

Departing from the Pacific Ocean on a submarine, all the black soldiers sent from various departments are responsible for transportation.

The only goal of this submarine is to safely send him to an ordinary cruise ship wandering near Manhattan Beach, USA. After that, he will land on Manhattan Beach by cruise ship and take a plane directly to New York with a disguised identity. The whole sailing process is simple and clear.

In New York, his teammate, Da Vinci, who brought him into the elite black soldier team before, will be waiting to pick him up at the airport. After meeting him, he will explain all the details of the entire mission to him.

"Not as a black soldier, but disguised as an ordinary person to perform the mission?"

[Yes, when you graduate from a student and become a black soldier, you automatically abandon your original identity. Every time you go on a mission, you need to arrange your identity according to the content of your mission. This mission requires you to disguise yourself as an ordinary person. Have you read the identity information given to you? 】

The voice coming from the phone was very faint, with a sense of rigidity unique to elite black soldiers.

The person on the other end of the phone was "Da Vinci", his teammate who would meet him in a few days. Although the real mission content would be told to him after they met, Da Vinci had already prepared a corresponding disguise identity for Zhu Shijiu.

In the room, Zhu Shijiu grabbed the paper materials and wrinkled the stack of papers. After taking a deep breath, he barely stabilized his voice and said in a deep voice: "... I have read it, but I feel something is wrong. The identity information prepared for me is suspected to be wrong. Please reconfirm it!"

Da Vinci was silent for a while, as if he was reconfirming whether the information he submitted to Ilminison was correct.

About two minutes later, Da Vinci replied: [No, I just confirmed it. The identity information I submitted is not wrong. I don’t understand what problem you have. 】

Problem? It’s a big problem!

Zhu Shijiu complained crazily in his heart, but his voice was still stable.

"The question is, are you serious? You want me to disguise myself as a woman to carry out the mission?!"

[Yes, is there a problem?] Da Vinci was puzzled.

That's right, at this moment, Zhu Shijiu got a female profile.

Sally Valencia, a 25-year-old young female president of a female luxury cosmetics company, is worth $2 billion. She lives a low-key life and rarely appears in the eyes of outsiders and the media, but it is said that she is young and beautiful, blonde and blue-eyed, and a mixed-race of the East and the West - in fact, this is a fake identity arranged by the Black Soldier Organization in the outside world for the Black Soldier Organization to prepare for missions at any time.

Although it is a fake identity, except for the non-existent Sally Valencia herself, everything else is real.

Including the cosmetics company under her name, it is indeed in operation.

After Zhu Shijiu roughly read the information, his desire to complain soared.

This mission asked him, a grown man, to disguise himself as a woman, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But at this time, he was playing the role of an elite black soldier who was wiped out by emotions, so he could only protest and complain in other ways.

"I have never disguised myself as a woman. I think I will be exposed during the disguise. I apply for a change of identity!"

[It cannot be changed because all the preparatory work for the mission has been prepared. I haven't told you yet that this mission was originally prepared for Thorn, but Thorn was recently suspected of colluding with the rebel faction by some unknown villain, so he was temporarily marginalized. That's why I forced you to take over the mission. 】

Thorn...Okay, this is his fault.

Because of the trip to Papua New Guinea, Thorn was suspected of colluding with the rebel faction. Although the suspicion was cleared in the end, she was still marginalized, that is, the task that should have been assigned to her was assigned to other elite black soldiers.

And Thorn herself was temporarily left in Ilimineson. Perhaps she will gradually resume her mission after a while.

Zhu Shijiu held his forehead with his hand: "I see, but the organization really doesn't consider giving me a fake identity again? It's too hasty. I still think it's too risky for a man to play a woman."

[No, time is too tight. Preparing a new identity for you means that all our previous arrangements have been in vain. And you don't have to worry about not disguising yourself. There is a professional disguise master in the submarine you are in now. He is a black soldier from the support department. He is prepared for you and is responsible for training and training your professional disguise personnel, including helping you to disguise yourself. He is fully responsible. ]

"..."

Zhu Shijiu was speechless. To be honest, he had taken a huge risk by making an excuse to refute. If he continued to resist, he might be seen to have feelings.

So he finally compromised.

Da Vinci said lightly: [Try to get familiar with your new identity in the next few days. I think this should be a piece of cake for you, an all-round genius. ]

After that, Da Vinci hung up the phone.

Zhu Shijiu continued to look through the information in the room for a while.

Putting aside other things, since it was a mission originally assigned to the Elite Black Soldier Thorn, its difficulty should also be at the Elite Black Soldier level.

Elite black soldiers are different from ordinary black soldiers in that their pheromones are extremely dominant. Zhu Shijiu is confident that he can disguise his pheromones as an ordinary woman and will not reveal any flaws even when facing an elite black soldier. This is probably the source of Da Vinci's confidence in him.

Then what he needs to do next is to adjust his voice, accent, breathing, expression, movement, appearance, figure... a series of appearance factors to the extent that they match the information.

The organization also thoughtfully prepared a black soldier from the support department responsible for emergency training for him. It's really thoughtful!

Zhu Shijiu gritted his teeth for a while before he pressed the dedicated communication channel connecting him to other black soldiers in the submarine and resumed his expressionless posture.

...

Two days later.

Blue sky, sunshine, beach, a cruise ship slowly sailed towards the coastline.

The cruise ship was full of handsome men and beautiful women, including Hollywood stars and male and female models who often appeared in fashion magazines. The seven-day parade of this cruise ship had done enough publicity in the society. Many reporters also wandered on this cruise ship and took pictures of gossip as news materials.

In the dim bar on the cruise ship, a reporter with a camera hanging around his neck was drunk.

"Hey, man, the ship has docked, stop drinking, it's time to get off the ship!" A man who was obviously also a reporter sat next to him and shook his shoulders, trying to wake up the drunkard's thoughts.

However, the drunk reporter sobbed and cried out with drunken eyes: "I hate that bitch Sally Valencia! Woo woo woo..."

The man was helpless.

Sally Valencia is the owner of this cruise ship. She invited celebrities from the fashion industry to take a seven-day cruise for the purpose of advertising her cosmetics. This should have been a simple tour arranged by an ordinary capitalist, but the people gathered were all handsome men and beautiful women. Sparks collided between the handsome men and beautiful women, and some things that were popular were inevitable.

Just a day ago, Allen, a reporter who he had just met, was still excitedly talking about the interesting stories of his favorite Hollywood pure actress Evelyn Flores. As a result, a day later, a photo of Evelyn kissing a male model from nowhere in the corridor was taken.

Although this photo has great news value, Allen was still hit hard. He got drunk because he couldn't bear this huge blow.

During the drunken talk, Allen hated Sally Valencia, the female president who organized this cruise tour. In his opinion, if Sally Valencia hadn't organized this cruise tour, his pure goddess would not have slept with a wild man.

By the way, these reporters wanted to interview the elusive Sally Valencia since the first day on board, but strangely, no one had seen this female president, which made all the reporters feel that the confidentiality of the information was too good.

However, these reporters had a hunch that the ship would dock today, and they would definitely be able to meet this female president!

With a lot of news materials in hand, they should always interview the real owner at the end.

"Wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, I'm afraid you will miss the opportunity to interview Sally Valencia."

The drunk reporter had some reaction, stood up indignantly, and burped: "Yes! Sally Valencia... I want to see her! She ruined my dream!"

Alan was helped out of the bar, out of the cabin, and all the way to the deck.

The dazzling sunlight made Alan squint his eyes.

At this time, a group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered on the same floor, and in front of the deck was a temporary podium built, and Alan also saw Evelyn standing in the crowd with a pure face.

He was still drunk, his eyes widened and he spat on the ground: "Bah, what are you pretending to be! A bitch! The first thing I will do after getting off the boat is to expose you!"

At this time, a cold and graceful voice came from behind: "Sir, it's better not to spit on the deck."

"Huh? Who are you? It's none of your business..."

Alan turned his head in a bad mood, but his voice stopped abruptly, like a dog with a stuck throat and couldn't make a sound.

But his throat was safe and sound, and no one stopped him from saying the second half of the sentence. It was not other reasons that made his voice stop, but the beauty of the person behind him.

The visitor wore a wide-brimmed sun hat, and his bright white blonde hair swayed gently under the hat with the sea breeze, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, piercing the dim morning glow. The light of the beautiful long hair was enough to make his dream goddess Evelyn jealous. The white and flawless skin was shining under such elegant and slightly curly long hair.

What made Allen even more speechless was the woman's face of mixed Eastern and Western blood, with a mostly oriental exotic style, and her blue eyes were as intoxicating as talking stars. Under her slightly heroic eyebrows, these eyes made her whole face softer, and below was a pair of thin red lips that were slightly pursed, as red as a rose in full bloom...

The woman said a few more words, and her cold voice was as clear as a spring in the mountains. Allen's drowsy brain could not understand the few words the woman said, until the woman shook her head and walked forward, Allen did not come back to his senses.

"Oh my God...she...who is she? So beautiful."

Alan looked at the woman's back stupidly and murmured.

The woman's arrival attracted many people's attention. Many people, like Allen, were amazed by her beauty.

The woman at this time - Sally Valencia, or more accurately Zhu Shijiu, walked to the front of the deck with a smile and stepped onto the podium prepared for her.

At this time, someone finally realized her identity, and people kept exclaiming in low voices.

Zhu Shijiu smiled at the people below, took a glass of champagne handed over by the waiter, and his clear voice spread throughout the deck through the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I am Sally Valencia, the organizer of this seven-day cruise at sea. This voyage ends here! I hope everyone has had a pleasant seven days~ Let's toast together!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Everyone cheered and raised their champagne, and the already pleasant atmosphere reached a climax.

Allen was stunned by the cheers.

A friend beside him pushed him: "Hey, come back to your senses! What's wrong with you?"

Alan turned around and said to his friend beside him seriously: "I was wrong, Sally Valencia is not a bitch, she is my new goddess!"