"Sir, please calm down and treat her gently. The Moonlight Gold is an elegant and unique ship. She is a work of art in itself and can be called the Louvre on the sea." A man wearing a navy blue uniform
The bearded man was chattering behind Tang Ji.
He was neither afraid of the weapons on these people nor the murderous intent in these people, but he obviously cared about the footprints left by these people in the corridor.
"Sir, if you don't mind, there is Coaster's shoe polisher on your right hand side. It can make your shoes clean and shiny in thirty seconds." The old man took a deep breath and stood
In front of Tang Ji, he blocked his way.
"The area you are about to enter is paved with thousand-level handmade Persian carpets imitating Coleman's vase pattern. The price per square meter exceeds 45,000 federal dollars!" The old man puffed up his chest and looked directly at Tang Ji's face.
Eyes: "I'm not bragging about its price, but I want to show how precious it is!"
"The craftsman who made it has died in the bombing of the Petrochemical Alliance. This is probably one of the few thousand-level handmade carpets left in the world." A trace of pride flashed on the old man's face: "And it is definitely the largest one among them.
, it has become a work of art! Just like the Moonglow itself!”
Under the scrutiny of Anthony and Soult, Tangji finally sighed and put his shoes into the white-gold thing known as a shoe polisher.
Following a gentle vibration, when Tang Ji raised his legs again, Soult couldn't help but let out a cry.
Let alone Sirte, even Tang Ji has never seen such a high-end thing. He can only say that his pair of tactical shoes were probably not so clean the day they first appeared on the field.
Of course, neither the shoes nor Tangji himself thought that one day he would use such high-end things. As for the shape of the shoe polisher, if the old man hadn't mentioned it, no one would have imagined that it was a shoe polisher.
Shoeware.
After all, just by putting it there, it seems extremely valuable. If it were thrown into the Skull and Bones Party, it might be treated as a treasure and kept solemnly.
"Okay, who are you?" Tang Ji asked, looking at the old man with a big beard on his face and a big belly in the middle, who looked like a roly-poly.
If the other party hadn't always been polite and made no substantial obstruction except for the one just now, Tang Ji would have put him to sleep with one punch.
"I am the Chief of Staff of the Moonlight Gold, Forman Chance." The old man bowed slightly, and used his right hand to salute in a complicated and fancy way. It was hard to believe that such a plump fat man could make such an elegant gesture.
"Where is the control room of this ship?" Tang Ji used the same graceful movement to let the muzzle of the prelude's gun swing with the iron hand, and finally pressed it against Forman's forehead: "I sincerely hope that you can lead the way.
."
"Of course, please go this way, I will serve you wholeheartedly." Forman stepped out of the way and watched with satisfaction as Anthony and Soult also cleaned their shoes in the shoe polisher.
"Please allow me to give you a brief introduction to the Moonlight Gold on the way to the control room." Forman strode forward without any intention of delaying time: "Now, on your left, is the second class of our ship.
Restaurant, on the left is the reception room, and then we will enter through the sea view elevator to the top floor, where the main control room you want to go is."
"At the same time, it is also the private area of the respected Mr. Frederick. I must remind you that no one can enter there without Mr. Frederick's biometric information." Forman unlocked the elevator with his fingerprint.
, stood respectfully at the door and made an invitation gesture to the three uninvited guests.
If he hadn't been holding a gun, and if Soult hadn't been putting a golden apple just broken off the sculpture into his pocket, Tang Ji would have even thought that he was actually an invited guest.
After all, that Foreman is so misleading.
But at this time, on the deck outside, the atmosphere was not so harmonious.
Tony suddenly jumped up with a charge, passed over a dozen crazy men and women, stood next to the DJ on the stage, and used the shotgun in his hand to tell the DJ to get out.
"Can you hear me?" Tony picked up the microphone and shouted excitedly to the audience below: "I am honored to inform you that you have been kidnapped!"
But Tony's words were obviously taken by many people as Gerald's preparation for a new show. Some of the drunkards even shouted excitedly. Others also showed expectant expressions.
Tony shrugged and shouted to Martin: "Hey, big man, show them some fireworks and keep those military technology bastards away from us!"
Martin, who had already set up the weapon on the side of the ship, smiled honestly, made an OK gesture to Tony, held the mortar with one hand and aimed it roughly in the direction of the port, and put a shell into it with the other hand.
puff!
The shells and small angles avoided the roof of the Moonlight Gold and landed far away within the loose blockade of military technology.
A soldier who had no time to dodge was blown into the sky with an explosion. But what shocked Martin and the others was that although the soldier bounced again after landing, he sat up unscathed. He just shook his helmet and stood up again.
Got up.
At this time, some of the 'hostages' were already clapping and applauding.
This made Tony a little embarrassed on the stage, but fortunately, the security personnel on the ship who should have responded long ago finally appeared. Unfortunately, their exit to the deck was too close to the Saint.
They rushed onto the deck in a hurry, and were defeated by the Saint three times without even firing a gun.
There were six people in total. Apparently because of the queue that was being held, these second-class people were kicked off the deck and were passing the time in a cabin below. It was not until someone felt something was wrong and called them that they responded.
But it was too late. When the six security guards were tied up one by one by the saints, these boys and girls who were enjoying themselves finally realized that something was wrong.
But it's a pity that Martin closed the gangway three minutes ago, leaving these people with nowhere to go.
"Very good, please cooperate now. Line up one by one, go to the handsome guy with the tattoo on his face to get the straps in an orderly manner, and then work in pairs to tie your hands behind your back." Tony walked towards the swimming pool.
He fired a shot to increase his persuasiveness: "From now on, if he is not tied up in five minutes, I will help him permanently relieve his troubles!"
The men and women all screamed, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while. Not that no one thought of jumping into the sea in the chaos. According to the Moonlight Gold, it was a big ship and it was parked on the port. A few people who reacted quickly just stood there.
After taking a look at the side of the ship, I gave up the plan.
They are basically the second generation of rich people, otherwise they wouldn't be able to hang out with little Gerald. Instead of taking the risk of diving, they might as well wait here to pay the ransom.
The kidnappers in Baja California have some credibility, and they rarely choose to kill people like them.
After the initial chaos, these people lined up in an orderly manner under the organization of a few of the most prominent family members, and waited obediently for the saints to give them bandages, looking very experienced.
This was the first time for Saint to do something like this. Although he was experienced in the battlefield and had killed a boxing champion in the ring, kidnapping was indeed against his moral values.
Therefore, the saint seemed a little guilty, nervous, and quite unable to let go. He was far less relaxed than when he knocked down the six security guards, so that the hostages waiting to be kidnapped comforted him.
"It doesn't matter, you won't do anything to me in the end anyway, right?" A tall girl wearing only a bikini smiled and took away the two straps from the saint's hands: "How about you tie me up alone?
"
The girl obviously noticed the saint's handsome face that conformed to popular aesthetics, and the "gangster" aura on the saint was definitely a new taste that she had never tried.
Coupled with the tattoos on the saint's face and the uniqueness given to him by his faith, the girl even couldn't help but lick her lips.
The saint subconsciously held the pistol at his waist, glanced at the girl warily, took a step back and motioned for her and his partner behind him to hurry over and not waste time.
But obviously, the second group of people had more time to observe the saints. The girl in the lead even asked timidly: "Are you...Krum? The missionary who participated in the death fighting competition?"
The saint looked even more flustered. He subconsciously wanted to put his helmet back on, but the girl had obviously recognized him.
Tony patted the saint on the shoulder very experiencedly, and motioned him to step aside with his eyes to see how the adults did things.
"Do you want me to tie you up alone? I can do a good job!" Tony stared at the girl's sensitive parts with extremely aggressive eyes, which frightened the girl to quickly pull out a strap and move away from her partner.
Tony was obviously dissatisfied with this efficiency. He directly handed a bunch of straps to the people behind him: "Pass it back, there are still three minutes left. Those behind you who want to survive had better hurry up the people in front!"
After speaking, Tony deliberately loaded the shotgun: "Time waits for no one!"
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"Sir, I sincerely advise you not to use violence to destroy this door. This door was removed from the White House site. Have you seen this footprint?" Foreman carefully pointed to an inconspicuous sign under the door.
Dent: "This is a testament to the outrage that the famous MAGA president expressed when he left office."
Tang Ji sighed. It was difficult for him to be angry with a person like Forman. He was almost born to work in the service industry. Even in the face of such a situation, he could always make the bad customers behave themselves with reasonable grounds.
Anthony took a step forward, and with Foreman's expression saying, "You are destroying precious historical relics of mankind," he took out a universal data cable, plugged it into the access control system, and connected his mobile phone to it.
"Open the door, Aaliya, we're already here." Tang Ji tidied up his clothes, but put them down just as he was halfway through. He suddenly realized that he was here to rob, so he had to tidy up his clothes.
As the door opened, Soult, who thought he had seen the market, fell into a daze again. He thought he would see a magnificent room, but in fact he saw an ancient Roman-style temple...
The huge and spacious space seemed to be at least two thousand square meters. Although Tang Ji knew very well that it couldn't be that big, the visual effect was just like that.
Four huge Roman columns towered above the sky. When he raised his head, he could see the bright sun above his head. When he lowered his head, he could see that the ground was paved with rough stones.
Outside the square paved with stones, there is green grassland, and beyond that are cliffs. Under the cliffs is the cruise ship terminal street they just passed. On the left is the endless sea, and on the right is the bustling city.
The temple where they are located is like a suspended island floating in mid-air.
The moment Tang Ji stepped into the control room, he could even feel the breeze with a hint of earthy fragrance blowing by. In the center of the four Roman columns, a sacrificial altar of the same style slowly rose from the ground.
A large and ancient book of great age is placed on it.
"That's the console. Please don't try to step out of the slate area. It's surrounded by flexible screens, which are expensive and fragile." Forman lowered his voice and introduced it emphasizing Italy.
Obviously, this is not the first time he has entered this control room.
Anthony glanced at Forman and then at the scene in the control room. This was the first time he saw how real rich people enjoy life.
The Frederick family is obviously not considered the top family in the world, and the United View Group they control is not even ranked among the top 30 companies in the world.
But now, the military technology blocked outside was undoubtedly the number one in the world at that time, and he finally felt the pressure.
Surte, on the other hand, was a little timid. In this sacred scene that spanned thousands of years, he suddenly realized that he was just a poor kid who had never gone to school and could not even write a few words.
He never wore new clothes, never ate real food, and his only source of support in childhood was a little bear that had lost one of its eyes and looked dirty.
If he hadn't become a superhuman, he would still be digging in the garbage.
Tang Ji noticed Soult's embarrassment and patted the boy's back, the fire in his heart ignited by the strong contrast.
He only used a few pieces of chewing gum to make the boy abandon everything and follow him to face an almost invincible enemy.
And the children outside who are about the same age as him are enjoying everything here just because they were born rich.
"Look at Sirte, when all of you didn't have enough to eat, these people were sitting in this environment, enjoying everything." Tang Ji broke the silence and strode forward.
His military boots made a creaking sound on the stone road, and he walked step by step towards the altar in the distance, like Prometheus walking with a heavy load: "You have to know Sirte, they are not supposed to be sitting there.
Here, enjoy everything.”
Tang Ji suddenly turned around, his eyes bright and frightening: "You have to understand Surte, the more you possess, the greater your responsibility to this world."
"So, Surte, if the person sitting here can't do it, he can take his place!" Tang Ji strode to the ancient book, opened the book with force, and with a flash of blue light, he became the moonlight.
The new owner of the gold number.
A stone throne carved with simple decoration slowly rose from the ground. Tang Ji sat on it unceremoniously and said to Sutar: "Come to me, you are qualified to enjoy all this."
"Can I?" At this time, in Surte's eyes, Tangji seemed to be emitting golden light. No, it was not as if, it was the special effect of the throne.
