In the night, the brightly lit "Diamond Queen" cruise ship slowly sailed into Auckland Harbor, New Zealand with a long whistle. It was like a moving bustling city, with a huge hull as bright as daytime, like a dazzling pearl embedded in the busy dock.

No one knows that on this world's top luxury cruise ship, just 2 hours ago, a luxurious century wedding was staged, and a bloody confession and massacre broke out...

The protagonists are the groom and the bride.

After stabbing Renault, René urgently headed to the tarmac on the upper deck, where he would join medical staff on the cruise ship to transport the seriously injured Jenny to the nearby Royal Auckland Hospital.

Jenny on the plane was already in a state of awakening and confusion. The two deep blades on her left and right cheeks were wrapped tightly with gauze, revealing only the two empty eyes tortured by fatigue and pain, and the palms pierced by military daggers were swollen like bread.

Her palm was infected.

At this moment, she was still wearing a blood-stained wedding dress that symbolized their love.

René snuggled beside her, stroking her forehead with one hand, pain and guilt hanging on his face, and he didn't know what else to make up for Jenny except for paying an emergency cruise stop fee of up to €3.5 million.

If there were any people in this world who had suffered on their behalf, he would have suffered all this on her behalf without hesitation.

It was 3 a.m. when he arrived at the hospital, Jenny was pushed into the operating room, while René was curled up in the corridor outside the operating room. He held his head with his hands and kept paced back and forth...

The gate of the corridor was pushed open with a "clang", and several agents pushed the injured Renault and hurried towards the nurse's workstation...

The moment René and Renón's eyes were intertwined, René moved his eyes away, and he glanced at his wound, the shoulder that had been stabbed by himself.

"Man, you should bring me! I came here in a small boat with you that leaked air!" Renault said to René as he owed his son.

René glanced at him fiercely and kicked the seat in the corridor.

"Hey, I contacted this hospital. If you smash the seat, you will remember it on my head!" Renault said angrily.

"I would have known that I would have stabbed you in the mouth!"

"Your feet are alright?"

Renault's voice came from afar, and was immediately covered by the sound of the gate.

Two hours later, René, who was already exhausted, did not wait for Jenny to come out, but saw Renault being pushed out. He was pushed by two agents in a wheelchair, and the wound on his shoulder was wrapped in bandages. His expression was relaxed, and he was holding a cup of hot coffee in his other hand.

"I only took a small sip. If I don't mind, I can give it to you!" Renault Yangyang's coffee in his hand.

"Should you ask Jenny?" René said coldly.

"Uh...I think our grudges should end here!" Renault looked at his injured shoulder, "including your sarcasm to me just now. You must know that I am a serious person, and I only occasionally be humorous to myself. If it were someone else, I might not even have the chance to scold me!"

"Go back to your security bureau and have a tea there to end your life! We are no longer our own people! I will call Leo and ask him to leave you a fat man!"

"You want to fire me?"

"I don't have that right! The person who fired is not me, but you guys."

With a "bang", Renault smashed the coffee cup to the ground: "For your damn global trip, do you know how much time our country has wasted? How much time have you wasted? Liu Hanyang completely surpassed you during this period, not just the number of users and communication distance. The quantum communication satellites of Country Z have begun to be developed. They are only one step away from launching! You are still stuck in Jenny's gentle hometown and can't extricate yourself!"

"Jenny is my beloved wife now! We have completed our engagement and marriage on this journey. Didn't I have the right to engage and marriage like an ordinary person?"

René's tit-for-tat confrontation made the excited Renault calm down slightly. He paused, pulled out two banknotes, and signaled one of the agents to buy two cups of coffee.

The agent left, Renault took his eyes back and his tone calmed down a lot: "In order to protect you and your research results, I sacrificed eight of my agents who lived with me day and night, and died in Operation Mist? Van derray is the youngest son of Deputy Director Leo. His real name is Giesen Pierre Leo. His entire body was crushed into more than 20 pieces. He was only 21 years old when he died. His wedding was next month."

A short period of silence appeared in the corridor, with only the hurried footsteps of the medical staff who were shuttled back and forth...

"Does Leo know about this?" René rubbed his face with both hands.

"I know. The first lesson I took under him was him. He told us that in the face of the mission, we must be people without emotions!"

The agent bought coffee and handed it to Renault and René.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and several medical staff walked out with a doctor. Seeing this, René quickly met him.

"There is nothing serious about the two 9-centimeter-long wounds on the patient's face. Of course, scars may be left. The penetration of the palm, due to infection, necrosis of some blood vessels and nerves, either amputation or undergo palm neural network and vascular remodeling." The doctor said to René.

"Then do the reconstruction, it doesn't matter how much it costs!"

"It's not a matter of money now!"

"That..."

"Neural networks and vascular remodeling require donor cultivation in specialized laboratories, and ordinary hospitals do not have this technology."

“Where is this technology?”

"Mainly concentrated on the military of a few countries in the world!"

"What country?"

The doctor's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he turned his gaze to Renault not far away.

René understood that he stabbed Jenny's penetration of his palm, and the wound he stabbed into his shoulder was deeper and more traumatized, and now he had only undergone a simple bandage, completely like a ok person.

He must have obtained the neural network and vascular reconstruction technology provided by the F-National Military, otherwise his facial expression would not be so relaxed and pleasant.

René walked and flew to Renault. Before he could speak, Renault spoke first: "Neural networks and vascular reconstruction are limited to the military, intelligence agencies, government officials and those who have important contributions to the country, of course, you are also included!"

The technology that Reynolds mentioned was carried out under extreme confidentiality. Donor tissues such as blood vessels and network nerves were extracted from the protector's body, and then cultivated in the laboratory. Sometimes even the protected person did not know that he was on this list after he was injured.

"I beg you, please save Jenny!" René begged.

"Jenny shouldn't be on the list," Renault said calmly.

"Give her my quota!"

"I can't decide this?"

"Who? Leo?"

"Defense Minister Jacques François!"

René was instantly relieved. François was a famous hawk who showed himself as an iron-faced soldier. He would not meddle in other people except military personnel.

Also, with his field and level, he cannot talk to him at all.

"Tell me, what's the solution?" René sat on the chair and murmured.

"I don't think it's necessary to save Jenny's hand?" Renault leaned back and said.

"What?" René grabbed his collar like a roaring lion, "Jenny is my wife! No matter how difficult it is, I will save her!"

"Time will waste everything, and you will slowly forget her!"

"No! She is my lifelong love!"

René roared angrily, suddenly feeling something in Renault's words. He slowly let go of his hand and opened his eyes wide in confusion: "What did you just say? Are you still doubting Jenny?"

"I only believe in the evidence!"

"How did the agents from the M6 ​​division of the y country attack Jenny? Didn't you see it?"

"Follow me!"

Renault finished speaking, raised his hand and the agents pushed him forward.

René followed Renault and others back to the cruise ship. They arrived at the surveillance hall where the cargo hold was rebuilt. As a ray of cold light was cast down at the top of the hall, a tall man appeared on the chair behind the hall. He was tied with his backhand and a black mask was covered with his head.

His left and right feet were exposed on the ground, with three toes missing. A large pool of blood around his feet had solidified into black. Obviously, he was tortured by Renault.

Renault signaled, and the agent around him took off the mask, and saw that his face was covered in blood. René vaguely remembered that he had seen this person elsewhere. Suddenly, he remembered that this person was an agent from the military intelligence department of the country, disguised as a waiter.

Didn’t he be shot dead by Renault? His body was melted and discharged into the sea? Why are he still alive? A series of questions flashed from René’s mind.

René looked at Renault in shock, apparently, looking for an answer.

"I'm very curious, aren't you?" Renault understood his eyes.

Renault took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. With a "bang", a ball of jumping flames rushed up from his face. He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and then shook his hand to extinguish the flames and vomited out the smoke that was covered with dust in the hall.

"There are empty guns I asked the agents to fire in the bathroom. I will not let go of every evidence easily!"

"What evidence did you get?" René asked suspiciously.

"He is not from Yi, nor is he an agent from the Military Intelligence M6! He is from the Peace V-shaped team!"

"What does this have to do with Jenny?"

"Good question!" Renault clapped his hands and continued, "If anyone suspects that I am from the Peace V-shaped team, then I will ask my own people to play a tough plan. Will I be able to get rid of the suspicion soon?"

"You mean Jenny is from the Peace V-shaped team?"

"Then you have to ask Jenny!" Renault said, pointing to the man behind the hall, "or ask him!"

"I don't believe it!" René stood up with a "wow" and "Jenny has been disfigured now, and her palms are no longer safe. Can they treat their own people so cruelly? I don't believe it!"

"I said, you can ask him!" Renault pointed at the man tied up again.

"This is torture! You have 10,000 ways to make a good person a crime! Isn't it?"

Renault signaled the agent, and the agent handed René a piece of information printed with the top secret level.

"This is a receipt from the M6 ​​Department of Military Information of Country Y, which contains their confirmation letter." Renault said with a puff of cigarettes.

René opened the receipt: Thank you for your greetings (black here). On behalf of the scientific community, we express our respect to you. We hate the "Peace V-shaped Team" for selling fake information and have not participated in the purchase.

(Black here) is an accident and coincidence, and we will work with you to fight the organization.

In addition, according to the agents on the "Diamond Queen" you pointed out, they are not our (black here) staff, they are fake.

The signature is the Royal Security Bureau of Country Y.
To be continued...