After Becoming a Little |

Zhan Lan handed him an invitation: "Invitation from the Song family in the southeast, their eldest daughter will hold an engagement next week, and the head of the Song family invites you to watch the ceremony, but this should be just the beginning, maybe they want to talk about the shipbuilding industry in Southeast Asia. development investment matters.”

"Shipbuilding..." Ai Rulong waved his hand: "Where is it?"

Zhanlan put the invitation card aside knowingly: "There are two days in the itinerary, the first day is on Sanssouci Island, and the second day is on an ocean-going luxury cruise ship of the Song family. When we came to Dongshan City, we just happened to be able to take a cruise back, but it was half a day slower than the original schedule, and if necessary, we could also take a helicopter from the cruise to Sanssouci Airport, but I don’t think half a day is a big deal.”

Ai Rulong tapped on the table and pondered for a moment: "Tell the Song family, let's go and follow the cruise's itinerary. It doesn't matter for a long time, Quan should be at leisure."

Zhan Lan nodded: "I'll make arrangements now and leave early the day after tomorrow."

Ai Rulong stood up, took a few steps and suddenly remembered something: "What's the name of that cruise ship?"

"It was a world-class luxury cruise ship just built by Song's heavy industry. This trip is the first voyage. They named it Poseidon."

Section 113 0113-The character enters the field (add 2/3 for the blade of "Cracking Seat"

Poseidon.

The world-class cruise ship built by Song's heavy industry is 348 meters long and 41 meters wide. There are 18 floors on the deck. In addition to the cabin itself, the number of cabins is as high as 2100. Just to maintain the operation of this maritime city, what is needed The crew is as high as 1500.

Poseidon is not a new ship in a simple sense. This luxury cruise ship with a total tonnage of more than 17 tons should be regarded as a peak summary of Song's shipbuilding industry in a sense - she is the number one in the world. A cruise ship that can replace diesel with LNG at sea and in port.

The ship can carry 5000 tourists, has 17 restaurants, 23 bars, and even a mini golf course.

And this time is her maiden voyage. She has just set sail from the port of Song's Heavy Industry, passed through Wuyou Island, and arrived at the port of Nagasaki.

Tens of thousands of onlookers came to join in the fun, and some tourists who were fortunate enough to buy tickets boarded the ship one by one in the eyes of everyone's envy. Enjoy the perfect sea vacation.

On the other side of the city, the afterglow of the setting sun is still in sight, and the roar of cars, chaotic gunfire, and the scolding of the community have already sounded like a sonata outside a manor.

Some passers-by cowered and looked into the distance through gaps in telephone poles or telephone booths, while nearby residents drew the curtains of their rooms and pretended that nothing had happened.Japan's singing and dancing has always been divided, black and white are clearly distinguished, so delicate and even a little fake, it will not make people feel strange if there are strange things in the private territory.

The long motorcade drove out from the manor. The calm black paint reflected the orange sunlight. It looked like a monster that climbed out of the mountain pass at sunset, searching for its prey.

Soon after, the convoy crossed the city and came to a warehouse area in a port.

The warehouse area is not far from the deep-water port where the Poseidon ship docked, but due to its geographical location, there are not many people here except when loading and unloading goods, so that the TV series like to use these warehouse areas as gangsters. The connection point of the transaction.

The few people guarding the warehouse area encountered these convoys, and they hurriedly stepped aside. They looked at the family crest in front of the convoy and quickly backed away. The work was important, but if they got offended by these people, they might even die. Gone.

But before they could dodge completely, a car stopped in front of them, and several people in black suits rushed out of the car and pressed them to the ground: "Has a motorcycle ever been here?!"

"No, I didn't see it..."

The appearance of these people is ferocious, and they are obviously used to running rampant. However, this warehouse area stretches for nearly a thousand meters, and there are countless places where the entrance to the railing is broken. At this time, I want to let a few guards staff encounter a car. It was a bit of luck to get a motorcycle in.

The car in the front stopped, and a man in a white casual suit stepped down. He took out a small comb from the inner pocket of the suit, carefully brushed his oil head, stretched out his palm and licked it, Carefully smooth out the curled strands.

The surrounding big men gathered around, and the one in the lead bowed sharply: "We followed her all the way to get here, and the surrounding exits have been blocked!"

"In that case, she must be around here."

The oily young man sniffed: "Ah, I can smell the fragrance on her body... It's really charming, powerful and elegant - find it separately, she is a distinguished guest in our family."

"Yes!"

Everyone dispersed, consciously or unintentionally pressing their waists, and scattered into the gaps of these containers in groups of three or five.

The young man with oil head took a few steps forward, then backed up again, looking at an old guard with panic-stricken eyes for a while, and then squatted in front of him: "Grandpa, did you see a motorcycle coming in? A Ladies, with a silver-white safety suitcase."

The old guard shook his hands: "I...I don't know..."

The oily young man nodded, stretched out his hand to the man next to him, and a baseball bat was handed to him.

He patted the baseball bat, nodded, and smiled: "Ah, I don't know, then forget it."

And then swung it over with a stick—

The old guard's neck was twisted half a circle, and he collapsed to the ground. His thin, empty body with clothes on his back was trembling.

The oily young man tapped the ground with a blood-stained baseball bat, counted ten times silently, and threw the baseball bat to his subordinate in disappointment: "It seems that she is really not here, Soo! I hate good-looking the most in my life. Women, why do they have to be so good-looking?"

He leaned in front of his subordinate, looked at his face reflected in his sunglasses, and wiped his hair narcissistically: "Ah... Sure enough, this hairstyle suits my clothes best."

The men in black suits searched the warehouse area for a long time, but did not find the woman they wanted, but instead caught a pair of students.

It looks like a high school student, or a couple, just playing a little excitement in this inaccessible place.

But luckily I met such a group of people...

The crying girl was pushed over, and the boy was lying on the ground with a bruised face, groaning silently.

The oil-headed young man bent down and looked at the girl's face carefully. The subordinate in the black suit wanted to pinch the girl's face to make her look up, but was stopped by the oil-headed young man: "You can't do this to the girl, we have to gentleman."

He beckoned his opponent, took a shotgun, and picked up the girl's hair: "Is it you..."

The girl was stiff in fear and didn't dare to move. After a while, she was so frightened that she cried out, her feet closed inward, trembling and almost falling to the ground.

"I haven't seen earrings, what is that woman's style of dressing?" The oily young man looked around: "Who knows? Have you seen it before?"

The men shook their heads.

The oily young man sighed and said, "I haven't seen it before. It's a pity, and the inferior perfume on your body smells too strong, it's not her scent... let's go."

The girl shivered, looking back at her boyfriend who was lying on the ground, and then looking at the large group of people in front of her with fear.

The oily young man raised the shotgun: "I understand, you are worried that he will pester you in the future, and I will help you solve him."

"No, no...don't..."

"Whoa-"

The sound of the shotgun being loaded sounded, the oily young man leveled the muzzle and aimed carefully. After a while, he was still dissatisfied. He simply put the shotgun into the girl's hand, then held her in his arms, holding the back of her hand. , took a few steps forward and put the shotgun on the boy's face: "Come on, I'll teach you, it's very simple, we do dozens of—"

"10...9...8...7..."

At this time, a mobile phone ringing sounded from the top side, everyone raised their heads, and the small light on the mobile phone screen lit up on the high pendant.

"The night gave me black eyes!I use it to find the light—"

There was a roar of motorcycles in a container behind the side, the door was slammed open, and a fiery red figure rushed into the sky diagonally, like a flying fish jumping from the sea in a world-class photography composition, leaving its silhouette on the sunset.

"Ha, I caught you!" The oily young man grinned wildly, moved the shotgun over, but suddenly his face changed drastically.

"Get down!!"

"BOOM—"

Chapter 114 0114 - Sister Lu enters the copy! ("Cracked Space" blade plus 3/3

There was no one on the motorcycle, only a large thing wrapped around the car, with leads, and the leads were still burning with sparks.

It looks like the night of a summer temple fair. The little spark sticks that the boys and girls set off from this bucket are very beautiful.

But the explosion that followed was like a flaming cosmos blooming in the sky, with debris and unburned oil scattered all over the sky, sprinkled on these people.

Screams, screams, roars, mixed into a ball, some of these people panicked, some beat the flames on their bodies that seemed to be completely unquenchable, some tore their clothes, and even fought on the ground. Go away.

Just at the time of this chaos, a container door on the side was directly kicked away, and a person rushed out from inside.

She wears a red and white fox mask that may have been bought from a gift shop. This kind of fox is called Inari God by the Japanese, and this style of mask is very common in anime works.

The mask had a cheap plastic texture, and the eyes had large openings, revealing the wearer's sharp, blade-like eyes.

A small silver-white portable password box was fixed with a strap behind her, and four katana swords were slung around her waist. At first glance, she looked like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

The figure rushed into the chaotic black suit crowd, the submachine gun in his hand roared, shuttled, moved, and rotated. At that moment, it was like dancing a dance performed by a geisha.

The oily young man pushed away the girl in his arms, picked up the shotgun, aimed at the figure and pulled the trigger ruthlessly.

The other party turned sideways and hid his figure behind the chaotic men in the black suit. The single-headed bullet of the shotgun sent a rain of blood on the black suit, but failed to injure the masked woman.

"Get down - get down!"

The oil-headed young man shouted, and the most elite group of people around him approached him, but the masked woman was like a shadow incarnation, her footsteps were extremely fast behind the black suit subordinates, dodging beside her, and she was also moving towards this side. near.

The sound of the submachine gun stopped, and the pained voices of the black suits could not stop.

This place is too dense, and there is only one person on the other side. She can shoot recklessly, but they can't, and they will hurt her own people.

At this time, a figure in a ninja suit sprang from behind the oil-headed young man, holding the short blade and running forward.

But since she's finally finished, just wait to be slaughtered.

The black-clothed elites beside the oil-headed young man looked at each other, and silently took out the short blade from his arms, and charged at him with an angry shout.

The light of the knife suddenly lit up, and the dense clattering sound of the blades 'ding ding ding ding', as if hitting a satin cup with a small hammer, the masked woman danced the two long knives into a mass of silver water, rolling and stirring. Blood light, move forward.

It wasn't until the two knives had become jagged serrations from the violent collision that she stretched her arms and threw them away, pulling out the other two as well.

The ninja finally got the chance and jumped up in the shadows.

However, Hanmang flashed by, and the next second, he was torn open by the blooming knife light, with a bloodstain slanting on his face.

In the end, he quietly fell on the blood-stained ground...

Drops of blood flowed on the blade of the masked woman's katana sword, converging into drops on the tip of the blade, falling on the ground, and a small dark brown flower splashed among the dust.

The oily young man was amazed and let out a sigh of satisfaction: "It's so beautiful..."

A cylindrical object was thrown into the air by the masked woman, everyone looked up subconsciously, and even when their bodies were already subconsciously avoiding the object's landing, the dazzling light burst into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the other party's slightly mocking Japanese voice: "Keep up with the times, fools..."

The sound of the submachine gun sounded immediately—

……

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The Poseidon was about to leave Nagasaki Port, and the second mate, who was in charge of welcoming the guests on the maiden voyage, checked the time and the list again, preparing to ask someone to put away the gangway.

At this moment, a woman wearing a long burgundy dress and long hair strode out of the crowd and boarded the gangway.

She handed the ticket to the greeter with a tired expression. After the greeter confirmed the identity information of the other party, she respectfully handed the ticket back to her.

The second mate greeted him: "I'm glad to be able to contribute to your journey, dear lady."

The woman didn't have any luggage, only carrying a suitcase wrapped in a black cloth bag. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Sorry for being late, there is a traffic jam on the road."

"Oh! It's like this, this is a bustling city, and bustling cities always have such traffic problems."