"We're almost there."
The cruise ship in the distance was approaching. Abrahan put down the binoculars in his hand, and a trace of excitement gradually ignited in his heart.
After nearly half an hour of chasing, this game of cat and mouse finally came to an end. Although it was a little later than expected, it wasn't too late. This kind of cruise ship designed for the pursuit of pleasure couldn't possibly outrun the "Oseberg" under their feet in any case.
Abrahan threw the binoculars into the hands of his deputy. He took off the AK on his body and pulled the bolt.
"Brothers."
"Our enemy is in front of us."
"For the honor of the tribe, for endless wealth, for …"
Abrahan's eyes narrowed into slits. Against the glaring sunlight, he felt like he saw something, but he couldn't see it clearly.
Finally, in the elongated light, he faintly saw three burning flames.
"… What is that?"
He wasn't the only one who saw it. Another young man standing on the deck followed his line of sight and also saw the anomaly hidden in the sunlight.
However, when they caught a glimpse of the fire, it was too late.
Everyone didn't react in time.
The fire of punishment that fell from the sky did not give them any time to react.
With a loud explosion in the sky, a huge tremor came along the deck, and almost everyone fell to the ground.
The entire freighter seemed to be hit by something, and the entire hull tilted to one side.
At the same time, after the explosion in the sky, the billowing smoke finally descended from the sky, covering a large area of the sea like a fog, swallowing the entire freighter.
The people on the ship coughed and struggled to get up from the ground, but the pungent smoke made their tears and snot flow out. Their hearing and vision were all in chaos.
Abrahan curled up on the ground, his eyes widened in horror. He saw a group of soldiers in pitch-black kinetic skeletons emerge from the prismatic metal boxes, and the muzzles in their hands sprayed clean sparks. In just a short span of a breath, more than half of his men had been killed.
Except for a few sporadic AK gunshots, most people didn't even have a chance to resist before they fell into a pool of blood.
"Monster …"
Abrahan's dry and hoarse voice squeezed out such a sentence, as if a soldering iron had been inserted into his throat.
Other than 'monsters', he could not think of another suitable word to describe these divine weapons that descended from the sky.
It was as if the pungent fog did not exist to them.
Fear had already destroyed his psychological defenses. He forcefully threw the weapon in his hand far away, both hands clinging to the railing, and mixed in with the hostages tied to the railing.
As if they didn't see him as a threat, the mechanized soldiers acted as if they didn't see him and only punished the militants who were still holding their weapons with death.
However, this did not give him any sense of security.
Under the invasion of the huge sense of fear, he finally made up his mind. Enduring the burning sensation of his nasal mucosa and eyeballs, he opened his eyes wide and touched the life jacket in his hand, untied the rope, put it on, and then jumped into the sea.
The sound of gunfire gradually faded away.
The thick fog and the smell of blood were finally blown away by the sea breeze.
Sporadic flashes of fire could still be seen on the deck, as well as the screams from his former comrades. However, this did not make the humble sense of morality in his heart produce any trace of guilt. He used all his strength to wave his arms, just to get a little further away from the ship.
There was no doubt that this operation had failed …
…
Aurora Borealis cruise ship.
The lowest cabin.
Generally, only the staff of the cruise ship were active here, and ordinary passengers were not allowed to enter. However, the situation this time was a bit special. Most people, including the staff of the cruise ship, ran to the restaurant to take refuge, or ran around the first and second floors.
Therefore, the motives of the people who were still in this area at this time were worth pondering.
Wang Peng didn't think so much. He followed the map on his phone and went straight to the hiding place of the group of people. After confirming that they were armed, he no longer considered hurting the innocent.
When the last target fell in a pool of blood, the gunfire finally stopped.
Looking at the last person who committed suicide, Wang Peng frowned and looked around cautiously. After confirming that there were no traps, he crossed the pool of blood and walked to the side of the person.
After kicking the weapon in the person's hand aside, Wang Peng squatted down and pressed his index finger on the person's neck. After confirming that there were no signs of life, he used his gloved left hand to search the person's body.
Unopened tissue?
I'll keep it for now. Maybe there is some valuable information.
Makeup mirror?
Why would a man carry this kind of thing?
At this moment, his left hand suddenly touched a hard object. Wang Peng's heart moved slightly, and he took the thing out of the person's arms.
It was a bloodstained notebook. It looked like a mission briefing or something.
However, when he opened the notebook, Wang Peng was stunned.
This thing is not a mission briefing at all.
And …
I seem to have seen this kind of English before …
…
Cabin B2771.
Next to the porthole.
The little girl, who was leaning on the porthole, desperately leaned her toes against the glass. She wanted to insert the tip of her nose into the glass.
"Amazing …"
Her pupils flashed with excitement. Princess Lillian couldn't help but cheer excitedly as she watched the flame falling from the sky hit the "pirate ship".
From her perspective, the scene she saw was completely different from Abrahan's eyes.
As far as her eyes could see, she only saw a flame falling from the sky. Well, maybe it was actually three, but because the speed was too fast, her memory was a little blurred.
In short, when the "pirate ship" was hit by the fire that fell from the sky, it was left far behind along with the thick fog until they couldn't see it anymore.
The cruel purgatory within the flames was also swallowed up by the thick fog.
She had never seen such magical magic in her life!
No, this is no longer in the category of magic, it's the kind of magic in fairy tales!
Lillian clapped her hands excitedly and saw Lu Zhou standing next to her. She pulled his sleeve with one hand and spoke incoherently.
"Amazing! What is that? Magic? "
Lu Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked at the cargo ship that was going away. He smiled faintly.
"Sort of."
In a sense, science that transcended common sense was not much different from magic.
The little girl's emerald-like pupils were flashing with a fairytale-like light. She widened her eyes and looked at Lu Zhou, who was several heads taller than her.
"Oh, dear Mr. Scholar, it seems that you saved me …"
"… So, are you my prince?"
Lu Zhou, who was looking at the flames outside the porthole, almost choked because of these precocious words.
After coughing violently twice, Lu Zhou raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, trying to make himself look less embarrassed. He then spoke in a patient tone.
"Your Royal Highness, I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm old enough to be your court mage."
"Like dried tofu?"
She should be talking about Gandalf, right?
Or a sorcerer who appeared in a popular Swedish fairy tale book.
"Almost … Anyway, it's better to find someone of the same age to say something similar."
After hearing Lu Zhou's words, Lillian's expression was not too disappointed. She just sighed.
"They're all too boring. They only know how to waste their energy on some boring things. They don't even want to settle down and finish reading a book … Forget it, you're also a heartless man."
Lu Zhou: "…"
Although he knew that this little fellow was probably just playing house, for some reason, he suddenly felt that this tone of voice was really asking for a beating.
If it was his child …
Well, for some reason, he suddenly wanted a daughter.
At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.
Lu Zhou already saw who the person outside was from the surveillance camera. He looked in the direction of the door and snapped his fingers, signaling Xiao Ai to unlock the electronic lock on the door.
The door was pushed inward.
Seeing Wang Peng appear at the door, Lu Zhou left the porthole and asked.
"It's done?"
Wang Peng nodded and said a cruel thing in a casual tone.
"There were a total of eight, and I killed seven."
Lu Zhou: "What about the last one?"
"Suicide."
"Suicide?"
Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and an unexpected expression appeared on his face.
Suicide was not something that a pirate would do.
Generally speaking, people could only choose to end their lives in two situations. One was to completely lose hope of life, and the other was for loyalty, faith, or something similar.
Obviously not the former.
Few soldiers of civilized countries would continue to attack those who surrendered.
In that case, it could only be for the latter.
Wang Peng read something from Lu Zhou's eyes. There was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but after thinking about it, he still spoke.
"I found something, or rather, a clue, on the dead man's body … Actually, I shouldn't have told you this. We'll handle the dirty work. But I think it might be of interest to you. "
The curiosity in Lu Zhou's eyes became stronger, and he immediately asked, "What did you find?"
He took out a plastic bag from his arms, which contained a blood-stained palm-sized notebook.
Looking at Lu Zhou's puzzled eyes, Wang Peng continued.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence …"
"But you may have some impression of the contents of this notebook."
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