my beauty world

Chapter 41 Hijacking
The plane landed on the Dutch island of Aruba, and it was already dark. Ronan put on his travel bag, entered the terminal hall, and carefully looked at the local traffic information platform. There will be a boat bound for Billena Island early tomorrow morning. .

Not far from the airport is the port of Oranjestad, and there is a hotel between the port and the airport.

Just as Ronan was about to leave the terminal, footsteps were heard outside the gate and in the security room at the same time, and more than a dozen uniformed policemen rushed in.

Seeing this situation, Ronan immediately tensed up all over.

But these people didn't come at him, but surrounded two Latino men who had just come out of the exit, pointing guns at their heads and yelling.

Ronan couldn't understand Dutch, and someone beside him whispered in Spanish: "The police said they were members of the Colombian guerrillas and terrorists."

The two Colombians did not resist and followed the police and left obediently.

Ronan walked out of the terminal and walked directly to the hotel a few hundred meters away.

The Colombian guerrillas knew something about it. They were originally an armed force against social inequality and high-level oppression, but they changed in the 80s and began to participate in the organization of large-scale drug trade, and carried out activities in the form of kidnapping, murder, bombing, and robbery.

Any team that mixes drugs will immediately degenerate.

At the entrance of the hotel, Ronan happened to meet a young woman on the same plane.

The two looked at each other and went into the hotel separately.

Come to the lobby bar, because the hotel is small, only one person can check in at a time.

Ronan took the initiative to step aside: "Ladies first."

The brown-haired woman said softly, "Thank you."

After finishing the procedures, she took the lead in entering the elevator room.

Luo An's work was done, and when she walked into the elevator, the brown-haired woman just entered the elevator and blocked the door with her hand.

"Thank you." Ronan quickened a few steps and entered the elevator.

The brown-haired woman pressed the fourth floor and asked, "Which floor is it?"

Ronan replied briefly: "Fourth floor."

"Hmm." The brown-haired woman stopped talking.

When the elevator arrives, it may be due to the relationship between checking in one after another. The rooms of the two are adjacent to each other.

The sound insulation effect of the room is average. When Ronan takes a shower and turns off the shower, he can hear the sound of water rushing next door.

In the middle of the night, maybe there was only a wooden wall at the head of the bed, and the next door woke up from a dream, and Ronan immediately woke up.

Then there were footsteps, and after about 5 minutes, the person lay down again.

Ronan adjusted his mood and continued to sleep.

Quiet in the second half of the night.

Early the next morning, Ronan had breakfast at the hotel, rushed to the pier, and bought a boat ticket to Billena Island.

This is an Aruba-affiliated ship and flies both the Aruba and Dutch flags.

The passenger ship has two cabins, because it takes at least six hours to reach Vilena Island because it has to stop at sites such as the Paraguana Peninsula in Venezuela and the Guajira Peninsula in Colombia.

Ronan entered the cabin, went directly to the second floor, and found the brown-haired woman sitting on the window seat.

"Morning." When Lian Fan met, she deliberately asked, "What a coincidence?"

Ronan said calmly, "There is only one boat to Billena Island."

The brown-haired woman nodded: "It's really a coincidence, I'm going to Billena Island too."

Seeing Ronan approaching, she took a bit of a test and introduced herself first: "Ilsa."

Ronan used the pseudonym on his passport: "Martin."

Just find a seat near the aisle and sit down. People come up from below one after another, but there are not many people. When the boat is sailing, there are only six or seven people on the second floor.

Ronan is not a talkative person, and he has no interest in chatting with brown-haired women. Seeing too many sea views is boring, and he plans to go to Billena Island this time.

Judging from the video and data, it is very likely that it is a giant chameleon needed to be promoted to a predator.

If it can be successfully found, the only material missing for making a new soul cooking is the soul fragments of the ancients.

After several battles in Tijuana, all the villains were killed, and the ordinary soul fragments accumulated to more than 150 pieces.

But the soul fragments of the ancients were only obtained from the werewolf Alexandro, and they were used up when cooking the spirit leopard.

Jose, who looked like a rumored vampire, was flanked back and forth by snipers, machetes, and helicopters, and had no time to harvest.

Judging from the first piece of the soul fragment of the ancient, it is probably only produced by an old monster who has lived for several centuries.

Soul absorption also has a chance to get the ability that the target is best at...

Like scratch-offs, the prizes are won in bits and pieces.

So far, the most practical abilities for soul absorption are shooting, close combat and language abilities.

Ronan suddenly thought of the voodoo witches, would any of them have lived for centuries?

It would be great if I could get a Teleportation.

Meeting Ronan again and again, Ilsa became wary and continued to probe: "You went to Billena Island to play? Have you been there before?"

"It's my first time going." Ronan came back to his senses, and the reason was casual: "I heard that the beaches and coral reefs there are very beautiful. If you are lucky, you can find natural diamonds in the volcanoes on the island."

Ilsa smiled: "No certified diamonds?"

Ronan didn't understand this: "It's commemorative." Someone asked him, so he also asked: "What about you? It's also for fun?"

Ilsa put away her smile and let herself enter the scene instantly: "No, I'm going to take someone home."

Ronan asked: "Fascinated by the scenery on the island?"

Ilsa shook her head slightly, her delicate facial features were filled with sadness: "Something happened to her."

"Sorry." Ronan said.

Ilsa forced a smile: "It's okay."

She reached out to straighten her hair, which was blown by the sea breeze.

Ronan glanced over her hands without any trace. The skin on the brown-haired woman's hands was relatively rough, as if she often did physical work.

Ilsa is very sensitive, even if Ronan's eyes are swept away, she still turns her head.

Ronan naturally asked curiously, "Listen to your accent, British?"

Ilsa tied up her hair: "British, but from New York." She also asked Ronan: "Your accent is like that of the West Coast."

Ronan shook his head: "Mexican, his hometown is in Baja California, and he often goes to the United States, but he has never been to New York."

Ilsa smiled slightly: "It's also my first time to go to New York."

Ronan said, "I thought you were working in New York."

"Go to New York University to go through the formalities." Ilsa was ready when she came: "My cousin is an exchange student at New York University. She went to Billena Island with her classmates and encountered an accident."

Ronan suddenly thought of the five college students who were killed by a suspected giant chameleon.

According to the CIA's information, they are from New York University.

Is this Ilsa a relative who went to collect the corpse?

Having said that again, Ronan asked forcefully, "Are you injured?"

Ilsa said: "Accidental casualties."

Ronan said again, "Sorry."

Ilsa shook her head: "It's okay."

The boat arrived at the port on the Paraguana Peninsula, stopped for 10 minutes, and waited for people to get on and off. After leaving, it turned and sailed west. The next stop was the Guajira Peninsula in Colombia.

The captain from Aruba specially reminded the passengers through the broadcast that when they arrive at the port of Guajira, they should not go ashore casually. Recently, Colombian guerrillas have been active on the Guajira Peninsula. If you are unlucky, you may encounter unexpected situations.

Ronan thought of the two Colombians caught by the Aruba police last night.

A team, addicted to drugs, whether bought or sold, will soon degenerate.

The ship staggered for nearly three hours and arrived at the port on the Guajira Peninsula.

As the boat docked, people disembarked and boarded one after another. Within 10 minutes, seven young and strong men came up one after another.

Six of them are black uncles and one is Latino.

These people exchanged glances, a Latino led three black uncles on the first floor, and the other three black uncles went to the cabin on the second floor and spread out.

As soon as the person came up, Ronan noticed it, and quietly reached into his pocket, grabbing a Swiss army knife bought at the hotel merchandise store during breakfast.

Without warning, the speed of the boat dropped sharply. The curly-haired black man took out his pistol and shouted in Spanish, "Don't move! Put your hands up!"

The other two blacks also took out their pistols and pointed at a dozen or so passengers: "Whoever moves will kill him!"

Ronan was very cooperative and immediately raised his hand.

The other passengers raised their hands in cooperation as if they had received training.

It was Ilsa who raised her hand the slowest.

"Hurry up!" the curly-haired black man yelled again, "Let me see your hands!"

Ilsa raised her hand too.

The curly-haired black man shouted again: "Stand up, stand up slowly, let me see your hands! Do you understand, let me see your hands all the way!"

The ship's announcement sounded at this time: "Good afternoon, my name is James, and I am very sorry to disturb your journey! We are soldiers of the Colombian National Front, please cooperate with us, and please trust us, we will not harm you. Civilians shoot, the premise is that you must cooperate, our target has never been civilians..."

The person's tone and attitude seem to be very good: "Yesterday afternoon, two of our comrades-in-arms just arrived at the Aruba airport and were detained by the Aruba police for no reason, so please wait at ease, as long as the Aruba police release our comrades-in-arms , we will naturally let you go.”

These people not only took control of the first floor of the passenger cabin, but even the captain and first mate.

On the second floor, under Uncle Hei's call, the passengers stood up and went down one after another.

The culprits must concentrate people on the first floor for guarding.

Ronan deliberately stayed at the end, considering whether to make a move.

(End of this chapter)