Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 50 Cruise Ship Insights

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 50 Cruise Ship Insights

On the blue sea, a group of seagulls followed the cruise ship skillfully. From time to time, a seagull would rise and fall on the white wake at the rear of the cruise ship, and its little paws seemed to have a little bit of scale light.

"There's something interesting about this ship?!"

Tang Song was lazily sunbathing, his spiritual consciousness swept over the luxury cruise ship, and his face under the sunglasses showed a playful expression.

He "saw" some interesting people on this luxury cruise ship.

"What did you say?"

The girl lying on the beach chair next to Tang Song raised her head, seemingly not hearing Tang Song's words clearly, and asked.

The naked girl was wearing only a three-piece white bikini. The three pieces of cloth covered part of her secrets, half-covering and half-covering, bringing out infinite amorous feelings.

Her wheat-colored skin sets off her charming and heroic face, and her slightly thick red lips add a bit of charm.

"I was watching what they were doing. They seemed very excited!"

Tang Song put his arms behind his head and lazily nodded his chin towards a group of excited people not far away.

This luxury cruise ship travels from the Federation to Italy for seven days, and the ordinary ticket price is only 2,000 dollars.

VVIP tickets for presidential suites in the Tang and Song dynasties were as high as 200,000 yuan.

You get what you pay for, and the enjoyment you spend money on is naturally different.

The observation deck where Tang Song is located is the best location on the entire cruise ship. It overlooks most of the sea view on the cruise ship. At the same time, if you lean over slightly, you can see the blue swimming pool and the beauties in bikinis playing inside.

In the corner of Class A downstairs, a group of white people and a few Asians seemed to have a conflict. What started as a small quarrel gradually evolved into pushing and shoving each other.

Several sailors on the ship stood between the two groups of people, stretching their arms and trying their best to maintain order.

"They were betting on football, the Germans lost the bet, and the Japanese were mocking them!"

The beauty in bikini bit her straw with red lips and sucked the white juice from the coconut. She glanced down and curled her lips.

"A bunch of gamblers!"

Tang Song glanced at the beauty with some surprise: "Do you know lip reading?"

"As a bodyguard, isn't it normal for you to be able to read lips?" The beauty rolled her eyes at Tang Song angrily, stretched out her slender white arms, and stretched, making her figure look more and more curvy.

Tang Song looked at the bodyguard in front of him with a hot and good figure without any politeness.

"Have you seen enough?" The beauty rolled her eyes at Tang Song angrily.

"Let me tell you in advance that I don't know your identity. If you have any enemies, I can prepare in advance. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be responsible!"

Tang Song smiled and said: "There are no enemies for now, so relax. Sloan asked you to come just to give me a guarantee!"

"I'm not willing to let a woman protect me!"

Guarantee? The beauty looked at Tang Song with some doubts, not quite understanding what he meant.

As the top assassin of the Assassin Brotherhood, she didn't understand why the leader suddenly changed his mind and sent her to protect a wealthy Asian businessman.

Isn't her target the traitor's cross?

Although the leader told her that all this was God's will, Fox couldn't help but feel a little disappointed because she couldn't compete with the former top master, Cross.

Tang Song had no intention of guessing the inner activities of a "hostage". He half-squinted his eyes, but his spiritual consciousness was inseparable from the "person" he just saw!

The spiritual consciousness condensed by monks is very similar to the spiritual power in this world's cognition.

Some of the extraordinary beings and mutants in this world can use their mental power to control fire, ice, control plants, metals, and mentally control objects.

These are the simple uses of spiritual power, and in the world of Jambudvipa, the use of spiritual consciousness can be seen as the eyes and hands of monks.

The range covered by spiritual consciousness is the range that the monk can see and perceive.

In scientific terms, it can be called a mental scan.

The distance a monk can see depends on his cultivation level. Buddhists often say that the Buddha's eyes can see the three thousand worlds. It is because of the Buddha's cultivation level that he can see the entire Jambudvipa as if he were observing lines in the palm of his hand.

The world is in full view.

With the current spiritual awareness of Tang and Song Dynasty, if you really want to see it, the entire cruise ship will be within his coverage.

On the deck below, the voices of the dispute became louder and louder. One of them, a bearded white man wearing a plaid shirt, seemed to have an emotional outburst. He turned over and jumped off the fence.

"Plop!"

There was a sound of falling into the water, and countless people exclaimed: "Look, someone has jumped off the ship..."

"Oh my God, a passenger has fallen into the water. Hurry up and organize a rescue."

…………

The noisy sound attracted many people to look over.

On the deck of the second floor, a tall old man wearing a gray suit only glanced at him, and then continued to drink his coffee with a calm expression.

"The bad nature of human beings is that they are always dominated by desires. Only through continuous evolution can humans get rid of this predicament. Mutants are the future of mankind!"

The burly man standing behind him didn't seem to hear the old man's words, with his hair disheveled and looking arrogantly in front of his bodyguard.

The old man was already used to it, so he picked up a newspaper on the table and read it.

The newspaper's front-page headline made him feel nervous: Germany VS Japan World Cup match: lost to Japan 1:2.

"*%%$&+" the old man whispered a country slang.

He couldn't understand why the self-proclaimed Germans couldn't even kick a few Japanese dwarfs.

You know, he invested a lot of money to buy the German team to win.

Unlike his old friend, he is a super rich second generation, his family lives in a mansion, and he can support a school with his family's savings.

He had saved all his money through hard work. During this period, the fraternity's finances were tight, so he had to make some investments.

Well, this World Cup football match is one of his investments.

He placed a heavy bet on whether the German team would win.

"There must be something fishy here!" the old man grunted angrily and slapped the newspaper on the table.

The surrounding metal screws trembled slightly in his direction.

Buzzing…

Tang Song felt the vibration of the two sword pills in his pocket, and stretched out his hand to pinch the two sword pills.

The real energy was circulated, firmly locking the breath leaking from the two sword pills.

He is really gifted with a unique talent. He is obviously no different from ordinary people despite his frail body.

But this ability to manipulate metal is not inferior to some innate magical powers to a certain extent.

Feeling the sword balls at the fingertips burst out with needle-like fine sword energy,

Tang Song looked at the old man downstairs and couldn't help but sigh.

In the world of Jambu, some monsters will awaken their own innate supernatural powers after cultivating human form.

But they are usually just small spells, like the strength of the bull demon and the work of the donkey demon.

The most miraculous thing that the Tang and Song dynasties saw was a yellow spirit that transformed into a demon and could master the miraculous earth escape technique.

But like the old man below, his sword pills can be affected by his breath alone.

Unless it is the Yuan Magnetic Escape Technique of Xiaobei Evernight Sect, it can essentially restrain all the hardware in the world.

And this old man is obviously an ordinary person, but he has achieved abilities comparable to those of a foundation-building monk just by relying on the development of his mutant abilities. This talent is truly terrifying.

However, his sword pill is not just the product of accumulation of gold weapons.

Tang Song moved his fingers and drew a line of spiritual light, which blocked Magneto's influence on Jianwan.

How could Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the two poles of the famous mutants, appear here! Tang Song's eyes flashed.

He raised his eyes and looked down, and happened to meet a pair of faint yellow beast eyes that looked like tigers.

Tang Song raised his wine glass and smiled at the strong man with long shawl hair.

"suck"

The saber-toothed tiger's nose twitched a few times, and its pupils shrank when looking at Tang Song, as if a tiger in the forest had encountered a beast that could threaten it.

His arms were hanging on both sides, and the sharp nails on his hands were swollen, like sharp daggers.

Seemingly noticing something strange about Sabre-toothed Tiger, Magneto raised his head and looked up at the upper observation deck.

There was only an empty circle of sun loungers.

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"boss!"

At this time, Skye, who was wearing a nightgown, came to the observation deck from the door of the presidential suite with sleepy eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, he threw himself directly into Tang Song's arms in a daze.

After boarding the cruise ship yesterday, the waves were rippling. Tang was so excited that he practiced a little harder for a while. Skye still feels sore in her hands and feet.

Tang Song hugged Skye and began to wander aimlessly on the luxury cruise ship.

The top luxury cruise ship has no shortage of recreational facilities, from private cinemas, dance floors, to DJ nightclubs, top-notch restaurants, and luxury jewelry stores. It can be called a mobile version of a sea town.

Tang Song had just walked out of a dessert shop with Skye in his arms.

A young man with a handsome face, wearing a sky blue uniform with several circles of gold embroidered on his cuffs, tried to approach the two of them.

A Germanic man who was following Tang Song took the lead and stopped him. He saw the man's hand reaching into his arms.

The crew member quickly raised his hand: "Sir, I don't mean any harm, I just want to introduce you to some interesting things on this ship!"

Tang Song waved his hand and the bodyguard brought the crew member closer.

"Hello, distinguished guest, there is an entertainment room downstairs for the entertainment of big shots like you. I wonder if you are interested?"

The young crew member walked up to Tang Song, bowed slightly, and said softly.

"Entertainment room, casino?" Tang Song's tone was calm, as if he was not surprised.

It can be said that large luxury cruise ships are basically linked to gambling ships.

When a ship reaches the high seas, it is a matter that the people do not ask the officials to investigate.

The Tang and Song dynasties themselves were casino operators, but they had no interest in gambling.

The young crew member seemed to see that Tang Song was not interested in gambling, so he continued to whisper:

"Sir, we also have a boxing ring here. If you are interested in a boxing match, we will organize a boxing match in the evening!"

Boxing matches, underground black boxing, Tang and Song Dynasties became more interesting.

He took over an underground boxing ring of the Hand in New York, which can be said to be the largest and most profitable boxing ring in Brooklyn.

According to Ryan, the business has been good since taking over, but Tang Song has never been there in person.

"Besides these entertainment activities, are there any other activities on your ship?"

Tang Song thought of Magneto he saw in Class A, and suddenly became curious about what was on the ship that could attract this mutant bipolar person to come here in person.

The young crew member looked around and said secretly:

"Dear guest, in three days, the ship will hold an auction on the high seas. It is said that some really good things will be auctioned!"

There was regret in the voice of the young crew member: "But it is said that only big shots with invitations can participate in this auction..."

Really good stuff? The Tang and Song dynasties got interested,

Seeing the young crew member's hesitant expression, he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Can you get an invitation?"

"It is said that the captain has a few pictures, but..."

The young crew member made an internationally recognized gesture.

"How much?" Tang Song asked directly.

The young crew member whispered: "One million US dollars per ticket! If you are interested..."

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At night, after tasting the black pepper steak prepared by the chef from Italy, the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies started their nightlife.

Some are dancing, some are swimming, some are playing ball, some are gambling, and of course some are finding a secluded corner to have fun together. After all, we are all travelers. After tonight, who knows each other?

As for a small group of about a hundred guests, under the arrangement of the crew, they secretly came to the secret room in the bottom of the ship.

In a large space thirty meters long and twenty meters wide, in the middle is a ten-meter long and wide arena surrounded by barbed wire.

A small hole that could only be climbed in was opened in a corner of the barbed wire fence.

This is also to ensure the safety of the guests in attendance. If they are punched by a crazy boxer, the cruise ship cannot afford this responsibility.

The first fight lasted two minutes. A white boxer kicked the chest of a boxer who seemed to be from India and collapsed it completely. The body flew more than five meters away and hung on the barbed wire fence that was more than ten centimeters long.

on the iron thorn.

The nearby spectators cheered crazily, and several fat men shouted: "It's so good, so good, my dear, I love you... That's great, kill your opponent, that's great."

It seems that they have bet a lot on this white boxer.

The victorious boxer climbed out of the cage like a dog and accepted the congratulations of his manager expressionlessly.

As for the dead boxer, the body was hung up with a rope, but his manager didn't look sad at all. He was just discussing something with the organizer and another crew member in the corner.

Tang and Song looked at all this indifferently, looking at those young ladies who usually had infinite elegance and noble temperament.

At this moment, they were shouting like a crazy shrew, regardless of their jewelry, and their hair accessories were all messed up.

In the second round, two lean yellow men entered the venue. Soon, within seventeen seconds, one of the slightly shorter boxers was kicked and broke his right leg bone, and the match was over.

Several guys shouted: "Fuck you bastard, kill him, kill him, kill this lost dog." The ladies and ladies around them all laughed loudly, like the boxer struggling on the ground.

Really like a dog.

A big fat man threw away the invalid gambling tickets in his hand and suddenly yelled: "Damn it, kill this dog that makes us count money. Damn it, I'll pay half a million dollars to kill him, kill him, kill him."

..”

Almost all the audience shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Money rained down into the cage.

The managers of the two boxers present looked at each other, quickly said two colors, and made a fierce thumbs down gesture towards the victorious boxer in the field.

The victorious boxer rushed up to the man on the ground and kicked him, breaking his neck with a 'click' sound.

A fat lady next to her closed her eyes slightly and said "oh, oh, oh, oh", but she was already stimulated to orgasm by the bloody scene.

Seeing this scene, Skye seemed frightened and huddled in Tang Song's arms.

Fox, who was following the two men, frowned when he saw the bloody scene.

More people died in her hands than all the people in this fighting arena put together, but she was used to using her gun to bring God's judgment, not this kind of meaningless death.

"This is the elite of society? This is the so-called upper class?"

Tang and Song Dynasties said seriously: "That is, money makes them have the same difference between heaven and hell as rogue prostitutes. If they have no money,

They will become hooligans and prostitutes in order to survive, deep in their hearts, haha."

After a few matches, Tang and Song were tired of watching. These boxers really had no technical content. The organizers relied on the gimmick of bloody underground boxing matches to harvest these wealthy gamblers.

Tang Song took Skye back to the cruise ship suite...

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Just when the Tang and Song Dynasties were romantic, there was another side.

Several Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in front of the high-end apartment building in Hell's Kitchen, New York.

In the center of the motorcade, Kingpin, leaning on a cane and smoking a cigar, got out of the car and looked up at the lights of the apartment building.

"Boss, he's in the building. He hasn't left the room since he came back from the law firm!"

A subordinate responsible for surveillance walked up to Jin Bin and reported the situation.

"Arrest them! I want to live!" Kingpin took a deep puff of his cigar, and the burning end of the cigar looked like a scarlet devil's eye in the dark night.

Kingpin gave an order, and a dozen gunmen entered grandly from the apartment door, looking at the submachine guns and rifles in the hands of these sturdy men.

The two apartment security guards subconsciously looked at the outdated shotgun under the table, then decisively shrank aside and hugged their heads.

Capture the blind lawyer and torture him to find out who is behind him.

Kingpin smoked a cigar, looking like a giant from hell in the dark night.

For such a trivial matter as arresting people, one could just send his subordinates over casually, but Kingpin took action personally in order to show certain people that he valued the matter.

It is true that the FBI cannot scare him, but the major consortiums behind the Federal Reserve are a big trouble, and even Kingpin does not want to provoke them.

Unlike the puppet presidents who change every few years, those financial groups truly control the lifeblood of the federation.

Someone asked Kingpin to cooperate with several congressmen who gave him a message to cut off the source of super dollar bills. The position Kingpin had been seeking as a member of the Senate was a certainty.

Moreover, Kingpin also had a small idea. If he mastered the counterfeiting technology, even if he could not print US dollars, he could print pounds and euros, which would still be a very profitable business.

In New York, a place where heaven and hell coexist, only interests and money are the real and eternal truths.

But before that, Kingpin had to deal with the witness who sued him.

boom!

Kingpin was smoking a cigar when he suddenly felt a violent vibration above his head, followed by an explosion in the distance.

Glass shards fell like raindrops, and Kingpin ducked out of the way. His hill-like body was as agile as a wild boar in the forest. He showed a speed that was totally inconsistent with his size and quickly dodged behind his bulletproof car.

"what happened?"

Kingpin clenched his cane, a trace of anger flashed across his fierce face, and his eyes were fixed on the building upstairs.

In the upper half of the apartment building, half of the glass was shattered by the earthquake, and several rooms on the twentieth floor were ablaze.

At this time, it was less than five minutes before his group of gunmen went upstairs.

Buzz buzz...

Just as Kingpin was about to call his men to go upstairs to check, his mobile phone rang.

"Boss, something happened, two banks were robbed!"

The embarrassed voice of his subordinate came from the phone. Jinbi's pupils shrank slightly and his breathing suddenly became strong.

"What did you say?" Jin Bing's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Boss, Bank No. 3 and Bank No. 6 were robbed, and all the money was stolen! We..."

Bang! Before his men could finish speaking, Jinpin threw his hand and smashed the phone to pieces.

"Let's go back!"

After looking at the exploding apartment building, Jinpin tried to calm down and said coldly.

……………

"Who are you? Do you know whose place this is? Do you know whose money this is?"

Inside Jin Bin's underground bank, which was not a small one, more than a dozen gunmen lay dead on the spot. They were shot either between the eyebrows or on the left chest, and blood flowed all over the floor.

A group of heavily armed soldiers were quickly loading American bills into large suitcases.

A bald man with a scorpion tattooed on his head struggled to get up. Frank stepped forward and stabbed him through with a dagger.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time!"

Frank held the blade in the crook of his arm, wiped off the blood on the blade, and looked at the timer on his wrist.

(End of chapter)