Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 66
After a huge crash of waves, the huge black shadow disappeared on the surface of the sea.

After more than half an hour, in the engine room, a sailor tremblingly opened the door, leaned out, and moved carefully to the window.

Several sharks in the sea had their dorsal fins sticking out of the water, vying to eat the dead bodies in the sea.

The sailor looked at the shark's fin exposed on the sea, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground.

Gone, the damned octopus is gone,

Otherwise, in the face of such top predators, these sharks would not dare to approach them at all.

While wiping the sweat from his brow, the sailor stumbled back to the engine room and called out a few companions hiding inside.

Ten minutes later, the survivors who were hidden in various parts of the cruise ship came out one after another.

The first mate led some sailors, counted the number of survivors, and barely maintained order amidst the howling and crying.

On the deck, the first officer looked at the dilapidated cruise ship with an ugly expression, and the corpses everywhere.

He knew that the super cruise ship Costa was over this time,

Although there are insurance companies to cover the bottom line, so many people died on this ship, and the company's bankruptcy and liquidation is considered the best ending.

You must know that many people on this ship are either rich or noble. They died on the ship, and the follow-up compensation and liquidation of their families is an astronomical sum.

The first mate took off his glasses and breathed into the mirror
He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the foggy gold-rimmed glasses.

The handkerchief rubbed against the lens, the first mate's face was ashen, he was thinking about how to explain to the family.

The reason why he was able to take the position of chief mate on the Costa was because he had the father of a mafia godfather.

Doing business in Italy is more or less unavoidable to deal with mafia families.

Many people feel that in modern society, with perfect physique, old organizations like the mafia are outdated and eliminated by the times.

But as the illegitimate son of the mafia godfather, the first mate knows that his family's power is still spread all over all walks of life in Italy.

It's just that the business of the mafia is no longer limited to kidnapping, extortion, smuggling of alcohol, and getting followers.

Most of the family business is now legitimate.

Just like this super cruise ship has family investment,
Although he is an illegitimate child, it can be seen that the job his cheap daddy arranged for him is not bad.

Leisurely, high wages, few things to do, and can get a fixed dividend every year.

Compared with those uncles and brothers who had been in Mexico and Colombia and fought with the local drug lords for business, he was already considered lucky.

But now that the cruise ship has an accident, because of the face of his cheap father, he may not be blamed too much for this kind of natural disaster.

But don't even think about a lucrative and leisurely job like the Costa.

If I had known, I would have listened to my old man's arrangement and worked as a hotel manager at the Continental Hotel in Turin.

The first mate sighed and put on the clean glasses again. Looking at the sea, he took off the glasses suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and put them on again.

He was not mistaken, a warship was approaching on the sea in the distance.

On the bridge of the warship, the black major general and William Stryker stood side by side, each with a telescope looking at the direction of the cruise ship.

"General, it looks like your experiment failed!"

Through the binoculars, William Stryker saw the dense crowd of people on the deck, and said to the black major general.

The military's so-called secret weapon can't even handle a civilian cruise ship. It's a joke to want it to deal with enemy warships.

The black major general looked extremely ugly, "Major Mond, check, where is the locator of the wooden box?"

Behind the black rear general, a white officer in the uniform of a lieutenant commander took out an instrument similar to a tablet.

After a few simple manipulations, a red dot that kept moving was displayed on the tablet.

"General, it is 700 nautical miles away from us, [-] meters below sea level, the target is moving at high speed..."

"Always pay attention to its movements!" The black major general issued an order with a gloomy face.

"Yes, sir!"

After saluting, the major officer stepped aside with a wink.

William Stryker held a binoculars and looked at the waving crowd on the deck for a long time, but he couldn't find the target.

died?impossible!

William Stryker looked at the black major general beside him, and the two looked at each other tacitly.

Ten minutes later, a torpedo accurately hit the bottom of the cruise ship Costa.

bang...

On the deck, the survivors who were looking forward to the warship suddenly felt a violent shaking of the cruise ship under their feet.

.........

"boom!"

The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a brawny man with a bare upper body and covered in blood came in with a suitcase in one hand.

Under the panicked eyes of all the diners in the restaurant, the saber-toothed tiger walked up to Magneto with the suitcase, and put the suitcase at his feet.

The saber-toothed tiger nodded towards Magneto, turned around and walked out of the restaurant. As he walked, the saber-toothed tiger shook its neck, exercising its muscles and bones.

When passing by Hill, he twitched his nose and glanced suspiciously at Hill, but seeing Hill's panicked expression, the saber-toothed tiger shook his head and continued to walk out of the restaurant.

Magneto put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at the suitcase under his feet, and stood up unhurriedly.

"It seems that there are a few little mice hiding on this boat!"

Jingle Jingle!

Under his control, all the metal knives and forks near Magneto floated in the air.

"Victor, find them!"

The saber-toothed tiger pushed the door out...

At this time, the frightened diners also left the restaurant.

Hill was mixed in the crowd, a trace of anxiety flashed across her face, she pressed the micro-communicator next to her ear, eager to know the situation of Hawkeye.

"I'm fine, I just hurt my arm a little bit,"

In an empty room on the sixth floor of the passenger ship, Hawkeye gritted his teeth and wrapped gauze around the wound on his arm.

"Mission failed, Hill, that tiger's healing ability is too abnormal, it is almost immortal! We need to call for support now!"

"I'll contact the chief immediately, Hawkeye, the saber-toothed tiger is looking for you, you have to be careful!"

Hill went out of the restaurant, looked at the figure of the saber-toothed tiger in the distance, and walked in the opposite direction of the saber-toothed tiger while talking to Hawkeye about the situation.

…………

Chi Chi!

The picture on the computer is intermittent, it seems to be due to energy interference, or it may be due to the influence of water pressure. The last picture sent back by the skeleton monster is that the octopus tentacles it parasitized were swallowed by a huge mouth of the abyss .

The moment the skeleton demon was swallowed, it hid in the gap between the sharp teeth of the strange fish, and transformed into two bone claws, grabbing the inner wall of the strange fish's mouth.

A blue electric light flashed, and then the computer screen in front of Tang Song became pitch black.

Tang Song closed the laptop and walked out of the box.

At this time, in Nuo Da's restaurant, because of the appearance of the saber-toothed tiger, except for Magneto and Tang Song who were dining outside.

The restaurant is now empty, and even the chef doesn't know where to hide.

Magneto looked at Tang Song who had just walked out of the box, his eyes became a little strange.

"Hello, Mr. Eric, my surname is Tang, and I am an arms dealer. I didn't expect to see the famous Magneto here!"

Tang Song walked up to Magneto and greeted him.

Magneto smiled: "Didn't we just meet at the auction?"

Tang Song was a little surprised: "The auction, I did get off that boat. I didn't expect Mr. Eric to remember me as a little guy. What an honor!"

Magneto stared into Tang Song's eyes meaningfully: "Do you know why they call me Magneto? It's not because I can manipulate metal, but because I can manipulate magnetic fields!"

"Young man, my old friend told me that every body exudes its own magnetic field, just like fingerprints, unique!"

"So?!" Tang Song touched his nose, and laughed without blushing and heartbeat: "It seems that Yi Rong, shape-shifting monsters and so on, won't work in front of you!"

Magneto just looked at him quietly.

...............

A storm was brewing at the end of the sea level, and the dense cumulus clouds lowered the sky for a few minutes, and the fine rain fell slowly like a veil, moistening the pale wings of the petrel.

A crimson helicopter came from a distance, hovering in mid-air, the propellers spinning rapidly, stirring up the fishy sea breeze.

The helicopter just hovered there quietly, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sea below was parted.

Just like in the religious classics, Moses holding the staff to part the Red Sea, thousands of tons of seawater were pushed away in a few breaths, and a huge cylindrical steel platform slowly rose from the sea, like the Tower of Babel piercing the sky.

The searchlights distributed along the edge of the platform are so eye-catching in the dark night, guiding the helicopter in the sky.

In the center of the steel platform without a trace of rust, a silver-white permanent spray paint was used to spray-paint the shape of a falcon.

Obviously, this is a base of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Chief!"

Watching Nick Fury get off the plane, Phil Coulson hurried up to meet him.

Nick Fury walked directly towards the base in a hurry.

"How many people can we call at the moment?"

In the office in the base, Nick Fury looked at the coordinates of the freighter displayed on the big screen and asked in a deep voice.

"Currently there are two special service teams in the base, but," Phil Coulson paused for a moment, "I'm afraid they won't be able to deal with A-level transcendents!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been rooted between ordinary society and the extraordinary world, and has an extremely detailed database of so-called superheroes and super criminals.

Generally speaking, within S.H.I.E.L.D., those with extraordinary abilities are divided into the following grades:
A D-level transcendent has not escaped from the mortal body, has limited destructive capabilities, and has limited defense against guns.
Under the threat of firepower from light weapons, the fate of death will be ushered in at any time,
It only needs to send out a special force with full armor and complete firepower, and arrange a plan in advance to suppress or even capture the D-level transcendent.

Class C already has a certain threatening extraordinary ability, and can dodge the threat of firepower from lightweight infantry weapons to a certain extent.

It will take several special operations teams working together and equipped with targeted weapons to capture it.

As for the B-level Transcendents, they can easily fly over walls, open monuments and crack stones with their hands and feet, and can penetrate the armor of fourth-generation tanks head-on. Apart from hard-shell shells, they can easily avoid or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets.

The last A-level transcendent is no longer an existence that can be checked and balanced by conventional force. With a little effort, it can destroy landmarks such as high-rise buildings, giant statues, and bridges. Even the chains of large-caliber machine guns can be ignored, except for ballistic missiles. , The state apparatus can't come up with many means of checks and balances.

This grading system of extraordinary people is not only circulated within S.H.I.E.L.D., but also in other national organizations. These digital gradings are the degree of danger.

Magneto's rating in S.H.I.E.L.D. is A.

Nick Fury had a gloomy face. He knew that Phil Coulson was right, just based on the few secret service teams urgently mobilized by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is not the opponent of Magneto at all.

But he had to save Hill and Hawkeye.

"Director, why don't we contact Professor X?"

Seeing Nick Fury's face from the side, Phil Coulson suggested in a low voice.

Professor X, formerly known as Charles Francis Xavier.

The founder of the Xavier Academy of Genius, the leader of the X-Men, and Magneto are the two poles of mutants.

If Magneto is the tough hawk among mutants, Professor X is the mild dove.

But compared to Magneto, Professor X is even less liked.

Because his abilities are telepathy and mind control, and Professor X is also recognized as an S-level superhuman.

No one likes a person who can hear their own thoughts and control themselves at any time, even if this person acts like a saint.

But as a secret agent, Nick Fury has never minded using the most vicious thoughts to speculate on people's hearts.

Hearing Phil Coulson's suggestion, Nick Fury did not express his opinion immediately, but took out a document and handed it to Coulson.

Asians, smugglers, gang leaders, arms tycoons, people with unknown superpowers...

A document, more than a dozen pages, Phil Coleson read it over and over for a long time.

"According to Agent Hill's report, Tang Song is also on board, Coulson, find a way to contact him, and see if he can help Hawkeye and the others!
Contact the people in the military to see if there are any warships or submarines nearby, and if so, coordinate immediately! "

Unless necessary, Nick Fury really didn't want to find Professor X. First, he was really afraid of Professor X. Second, he didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. to get involved in the dispute between ordinary people and mutants.

But this feeling of helplessness is really uncomfortable.
Mutants, super villains, and more and more crises, don't even know when those aliens will make a comeback,

Nick Fury subconsciously touched the old-fashioned BB machine hidden inside his windbreaker.

It's time to put the Avengers plan on the agenda!

…………

At this time, in the restaurant of the passenger ship, Magneto opened his mouth wide, looking at Tang Song as if he had eaten a fly.

Holding a cigar in his hand, Tang Song said to Magneto:

"Mr. Eric, you have to know that the development of a group never depends on individual strength. The current mutants are supported by you and Professor X. What if one day you are gone?"

"Forgive me for being straightforward. After all, you and Mr. Charles are both people who came from the Cold War period. You should know that time is not forgiving!"

"If you and Professor X no longer shelter mutants, who do you think mutants can rely on?"

"We have an old saying in the East that power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Compared with the uneven mutant abilities, I think you and your Brotherhood members need a batch of heavy weapons in addition to the AK rifles just now!"

"What do you think of this heavy artillery? Five shells can destroy a coastal defense fortress. It costs 400 million US dollars a piece. I can help you transport it to the designated enemy."

(End of this chapter)