Chapter 103: .Abyss and Bullets

In the depths of the seabed about two kilometers away from the fishing village, a huge ship is hanging silently in the water.
This submersible battleship, which is about three hundred meters long, has an oblate head and a dark body, is called "Abyss", which is one of the secret weapons secretly reserved by the Protestant organization. At a time when the spying equipment has not yet become popular, this giant armored ship can be regarded as an invincible existence in the ocean. No matter how powerful it is, it will smash and sink in front of it, with no chance of winning.
In the command room where the front end of the battleship was heavily wrapped by several layers of tempered glass panels, Evil Eye was sitting on a soft leather sofa, frowning and looking up the letter-sized color photos in his hand, which were actually collapsed from the fishing village. Until the moment when the huge waves swept the warship.
He watched very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave every picture in his head, not even the subtleties of the corners. But after reading it back and forth several times, he finally sighed regretfully, folded the photos into the file bag on the table, took off his glasses and wiped them carelessly.
"None can be used?" A vague question came from behind. The yellow-haired man was lying on his back on the thick sponge cushion, with a mouthful of half-boiled seafood, with scarlet minced meat on his lips, splashing everywhere when he spoke.
"There is no direct evidence, it would be nice if the water monk came a little later, what a pity..." Evil Eye sighed softly, but there was no upset in the tone, on the contrary there was an inexplicable pleasure.
"Hey, that woman has a really good figure. I didn't expect to be a woman after watching such a big scene."
"Yes, I didn't expect it..." Evil Eye agreed casually, snapped his fingers, and slowly walked into a guard soldier covered by a black scarf outside the door, silently took the document bag from the table, and walked away step by step. Get out.
The iron hand stared at the puppet-like soldier as he walked out of the room, before swallowing the food in his mouth, and grinning with a toothy smile: "Hey, I said, you didn't kill him today, in case you let him go back and tell the first seater, let's But you have to walk around without eating."
"The first seat is not in Star City now..." Evil Eye suddenly turned his head and glanced at his sitting companion, "Don't tell me you regret it..."
"Hey! I never know what regret is." The yellow-haired man turned over and sat up with a big laugh, "I just don't want to be ignorant...to suffer this crime with you."
"What's the hurry, I naturally have a way to make him unable to say..." Evil Eye didn't seem to care about this failure, got up and walked slowly to the glass window, looking at the occasional flashes of fluorescence in the deep ocean in the distance. He sneered in a low voice, "If you feel that you can't figure it out, stop as soon as possible, so that you don't run into it again next time, and you will be as restrained as today."
"Hey, I was seen by you." Tie Shou didn't make any excuses, but he confessed it openly. "I really don't understand. He is a mere mortal, and it doesn't hinder us. How can I have to see you life and death? ?"
"It doesn't matter to us?" The hypnotist seemed to think that his question was really ridiculous, and snorted disdainfully: "If we can use Shadow Kill as a stepping stone today, why wouldn't it be our turn in time? After all... a mortal must think If you control the organization smoothly and don't kill a few more monkeys, how can you control the scene?
"Hey, I don't believe this. If that kid is cruel, we don't need to pick it up."
"People will always change..." Evil Eye took a sudden stop, helped the glasses, and forcibly changed the subject, "Go and see how the puppets are preparing... When the time comes, you must activate it immediately. "
"Okay, okay, don't forget anyway..." The iron hand flicked from the chair, walked to him and laughed strangely, but there was no joking in his eyes, "We are all in there. After signing the blood contract, if something goes wrong...no one can run away."
He didn't wait for the other party to respond, he jumped out of the command room with his right foot, leaving the evil eye still standing in front of the glass window, bowing his head and making no sound.
The plan that originally wanted to blame the prince Takiguo to cause chaos was declared bankrupt by the sudden high-ranking monk of the water system. At this moment, he could only use all his strength to try again, no matter what the result was, at least no flaws were left. As for Virut and Saikor who disappeared after escaping from the warship...
Forgive them for not going far! He snorted again, thinking of the words that the first seat said to him privately when he was promoted to the chief priest the other day, and his heart couldn't help but ignite layers of anger: he thought that the rumors of the so-called heirs were all jokes, but he didn't expect... …That waste boy dare to want to master the organization! ? Why! Could it be that the results that I have earned for half a life of hard work are not as good as a mortal who would lose his mind even after assassinating such a trivial matter! ?
Although that kid... can't be called a "mortal" now... He squinted his eyes and tried his best to suppress the expansion of the killing intent, staring at several blue and white electric lights in the deep sea in the distance, showing a cold smile.
Not far from the Abyss, there is a hidden trench. A small silver-gray submarine with a length of more than ten meters resembling a ray is quietly sticking to a crack in the rock formation, waiting for the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
In the circular control room at the front of the ship, the old boatman Qishu sighed again, tapped a few times on the flashing control panel in front of him, and then looked back, he saw his young master holding the submarine operating manual reading Get fascinated.
Beside him, the shadow assassin with a gray-headed face and shaggy face was unconsciously asleep, with his head resting on the cowhide parcel on the floor, but his feet were almost stretched to the side of Virut's arm on the iron seat. A good sleep! When listening to his snoring, it rises and falls, as if the tide is constantly surging, and it is difficult for the young master to read the book in this situation...
The old man shook his head secretly again, turned around and stared at the dark deep water before him, wondering how to persuade the young master to dispel this dangerous idea later. Although he had never seen the power of the "Abyss" battleship with his own eyes, he was well aware of its devastating power. To put it to the utmost boast, the ship was successfully built because of his considerable strength. Credit.
Of course, he has also benefited from it. This small and exquisite amphibious ship "Bounce Tu" is the result of stealing the teacher secretly. Although it may seem inconspicuous, the Krono family has also paid nearly half a year of income for this. The cost is not expensive. From this, it can be more inferred that the Protestant sect has a rich heritage, which is absolutely extraordinary.
Before the departure this time, Lord Earl seemed to be a little worried, so he specifically confessed that he had brought this secret tool, and was quietly posted outside the bottom of the warship along the way, without being noticed by anyone. Through that black iron disc, he can activate the battleship to respond at any time, and if unfortunately encounter danger, it is also a fast and safe escape route.
Unexpectedly, the master’s hunch was really fulfilled... At this moment, besides his emotions, he still had a wave of fear that could not be removed. After entangled in his head for a while, he heard an exclamation from behind: "Oh! ?"
The Shadow Assassin slept soundly, and felt a tingling pain in his waist, subconsciously slapped his palm, and felt pain in his palm, and suddenly no sleep. He sat up and gnashing his cloak, and looking down, there was a small hermit crab like a cone-shaped gemstone in emerald green, which was clamped on the soft flesh of his waist that was not covered by a bandage.
"X, where did the little crab come from!" He squeezed the back shell that was not much larger than his thumb and pulled it out. He was slashed by the sharp pain of a knife, but he couldn't make it small. The thing ripped apart, and he could only wave his hand vigorously for help from his companion, "Quick, come and help! Virut!"
Young Earl was memorizing the operating manual, and he was naturally not in a good mood to be interrupted for no reason. He squinted and didn't speak. He pulled some dried meat from the iron table nearby and threw it over. This piece of meat was falling on the legs of the little hermit crab. It turned its small eyes, immediately loosened its tongs, grabbed the piece of meat, stuffed it into the carapace and ate it.
"Hi... this little thing is really strong." Saikor muttered and pinched the back shell and placed it on the ground. He narrowed his eyes and kept looking up. The little guy seemed to notice his bad eyesight, and suddenly got out of the shell. A small ball of green mucus was spit out, and it flew straight towards the tip of his nose. He reacted very quickly and tilted his head. The liquid happened to stick to the handle of the iron chair, making a very slight corroding sound.
"Variation!?" He immediately turned up from the ground, staring at the green back shell with wide eyes for a long while, suddenly jumped to the iron table and grabbed a pile of dried meat, half-kneeled and put his face against the ground, honoring the master Like to pinch the meat a little bit to feed it, laughing foolishly and stupidly.
Virut looked coldly at his companion being stupid again. He secretly shook his head for his luck. He was about to continue flipping the book, but was interrupted by a gentle question from the old boatman: "Master, in my opinion, we still Evacuate first... These two parties are both high-ranking power people. In case there is another accident, the old man goes back, how can I explain..."
"Let's wait and see..." The Young Count didn't lift his head, and softly rejected his proposal. "Let's not talk about anything else. The hundreds of sailors on the shore are all horrible. How can they leave them alone."
"You... hey..." The old man had no way to explain, he could only sigh, and he didn't know whether to praise the young master for his responsibility, or to persuade him not to keep the benevolence of women.
The old boatman looked at the dark waters outside the cabin and stopped making a sound. Velut also looked at the book intently. Before he finished reading a few lines, his thoughts were gradually thrown out of the book.
Of course he knew that his own situation was very dangerous at the moment, but for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that if he didn't take advantage of this time to figure out the reasons before and after, it would cause a difficult situation that would make him more unacceptable. What's more, with this bizarre submarine, even if you are unable to find the results, you can at least escape from the bottom of the sea in a very concealed manner. In that case, why not give it a try?
He flipped a page lightly, looked at the complicated cross-sectional views, frowned slightly, and glanced at his companion to his side. Saiker was still not ashamed and clinging to the little hermit crab, teasing with his fingers, even if he was caught, he didn't care, and he still smirked.
Only this kid did something, and he never considered the second time. It was so simple that people envied... He sighed with emotion, just about to converge his mind and continue to endorse, suddenly felt that the little thing was faintly floating. The green light is flickering. He condensed his gaze and looked carefully, but the light ball disappeared instantly like an illusion. No matter how much he searched, he couldn't find a trace.
Hallucinations? He stared at the jade-like back shell for a long time and found nothing, he closed his eyes suspiciously and rubbed his eyebrows. Maybe it's a little tired, why don't you take a break now? As soon as he thought of this, his sleepiness jumped out of the depths of his mind impatiently, causing his eyelids to fall down, and finally closed the book, leaning on the chair to rest quietly, but the ears kept ringing Saiker With a whisper of excitement.
"What's the name... Seeing your whole body is so green, just call it Little Green Ball..."
"Come on, little green ball baby, look at the small room that dad prepared for you..."
"Introduce you, this is a little smelly bag, this is a little white flower, this is a little spot..."
"Get along well..."
The night was deep, and the rain in the coconut grove gradually subsided.
Shun picked up a few more pieces of wood and threw it into the fire at random, and looked up at the gathering place of the South Island sailors on the hillside. It has been a long time since the farthest he has come back, although he hasn't seen any changes in the surroundings, he still feels a little concerned unconsciously.
Only two quarters of an hour before the midnight shift, he was still not tired and worried. Those weird blood-eyed people evoked his repeated memories of the assassination, from the attack on the Bingquan Hotel, to the layout of the old port area, to chasing out the capital and heading south to Tapaz... He recalled a lot of old things. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have fallen into a huge trap—the trap was getting closer since he left Beijing. At this time, he finally couldn't help showing a bit of truth, but it still made him confused.
What does the man behind the scenes want to do? If you deal with me deliberately here, what benefits can you get? His solemn gaze flashed a few times with the golden flame, and he heard the extremely light stepping on the grass in the distance. He immediately looked back, and the illusionary wave and shaking, the figure in the gray cloak appeared as far away as possible.
"How is it?" He blurted out and asked, as the companion approached, and felt a little stiff in the face of the other side. He couldn't help but wondered, "What happened?"
"...Nothing." The gun guard held the gun and sat beside him, whispering to report the results of the investigation. "They are still in a stable mood, that is, their hostility has not diminished at all. If you want to take them away tomorrow, I'm afraid Not easy."
"Just take it, whether they want it or not." The gang of sailors who were kept in the dark naturally regarded themselves as the culprit, but the prince didn't care at all, didn't bother to explain to them, and passed by casually. He turned his head and asked in the direction of Biyu Village, "Is there any movement over there?"
"Everything is as usual." As soon as I finished saying this sentence, I put the heavy gun into my rucksack, flipped the firewood to arrange them neatly, and dug out the two coconuts that had been buried before leaving from the sand next to the fire. He cut open the incisions wrapped around the upper layer with a bandage, exposing the steaming inside, soaking the mellow fruit pulp of the fresh green tea leaves.
He lowered his head and took a sip, let the sweet tea soup wrap around his lips a few times slowly into his abdomen, nodded in satisfaction, and handed the other one to Shun: "Try it."
The prince only tasted a bite and shook his head and chuckled. He couldn't help but whispered in praise: "Good means!"
The two of them drank hot tea around the bonfire like this, chatting occasionally and chuckling, until midnight came and the two inspectors from shifts showed up on time, and the atmosphere of the warm night talk disappeared instantly.
"His Royal Highness, there has been an abnormal movement on the edge of the red mist." Before the investigators arrived, the whispered warning came over.
"What?" Hearing the words, the prince immediately got up and jumped up to the high slope, looking up, and there seemed to be a few red lights flashing in the tumbling black mist, followed by a sudden blue light, and was instantly engulfed by the mist. Then the silent darkness was restored.
"Someone touched the blockade? Is it the only ice monk?" Monk Guangming vigilantly flung a few arcs around, illuminating the wet turf at the bottom of the forest and the thick mud of sticky shoes.
"It's possible..." Shun stared at the direction where the blue light had disappeared, and waited for a while before turning around to go down the mountain. Unexpectedly, he didn't know when he quietly stood behind him and almost hit the opposite side.
"Go on and say..." He tilted his head back a little awkwardly, and he was about to leave after a gesture, but his companion remained still as if he hadn't heard him, and looked straight ahead with a stiff face.
"Let's go..." He patted his arm again only when the other party felt cramped for a while, and jumped down on his own.
The four people gathered around the fire one after another, sat cross-legged, and talked about the change.
The prince thought that as far as he could have been the injury in the hands of the ice power, another one appeared right now, it seemed that the rank was not low, and he couldn't help wondering: "This South Island... there are many ice monks?"
Monk Guangming received a cup of hot water from the hand of the far distance, thanked him, and explained in a hurry: "Although most of the ice power comes from the north, the South Island has been built by immigrants since ancient times. It's normal."
"It's also..." Shun nodded deeply, "No matter who he is, since we are favored by others, if we have the opportunity, we have to pay him back."
"His Royal Highness said that." The cultivator Guangming agreed, then turned to look at the taciturn companion, and saw that he slowly shook his head, and then relieved his heart and began to drink hot tea slowly, "His Royal Highness, go and rest. With the guard of us, nothing goes wrong."
"Pay attention to the sailor's side too, and beware of fraud." The prince exhorted one last time, and compared his hands as far as possible. He got up and wanted to go towards the tent. The gun guard who had been silent until now suddenly came to his ear and whispered: "I... ...I want to make it easier..."
"...Go ahead, don't go too far."
"Ok."
Shun watched him walk around into the woods in a few strides, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, then turned around to meet two pairs of suspicious eyes, for a moment, forced to explain for him: "I will let him... go Find something and come back soon."
Regardless of whether the two people believe it or not, he hurriedly avoided the bonfire and walked to the side of the rock, picked up the inner and outer tent curtains, lowered his head and turned sideways, and got in.