Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 66: Silencing and Selling Goods

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 66: Silencing and Selling Goods

After a huge crashing sound of waves, the huge black shadow disappeared from the sea.

More than half an hour later, in the engine room, a sailor tremblingly opened the door, leaned out, and carefully moved to the window.

There are several sharks in the sea with their dorsal fins sticking out of the water, vying for the carcasses in the sea.

The sailor looked at the shark fins exposed on the sea, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground.

Gone, that damn octopus is gone,

Otherwise, these sharks would not dare to approach this top predator.

While wiping the sweat from his forehead, the sailor stumbled back to the engine room and called out a few of his companions who were hiding inside.

Ten minutes later, the survivors hiding throughout the cruise ship came out one after another.

The first mate took some sailors and counted the number of survivors, barely maintaining order amidst the wailing and crying.

On the deck, the first mate looked at the dilapidated cruise ship and the corpses everywhere with an ugly expression.

He knew that the Costa super cruise ship was finished this time.

Although the insurance company covers the whole situation, so many people died on this ship that the best outcome would be for the company to be bankrupt and liquidated.

You must know that many people on this ship were either rich or noble. They died on the ship, and the subsequent compensation and settlement for their families was an astronomical sum.

The first mate took off his glasses and breathed into the lenses

He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his misty gold-rimmed glasses.

The handkerchief rubbed against the lens, and the first officer's face was ashen. He was thinking about how to explain it to his family.

The reason why he was able to sit in the position of first officer on the Costa was because he had a father who was a mafia godfather.

When doing business in Italy, it is more or less inevitable to deal with the Mafia family.

Many people feel that in modern society and with the improved physical structure, old-fashioned organizations like the Mafia have become outdated and have been eliminated by the times.

But as the illegitimate son of the Mafia godfather, the first mate is well aware that his family's power still spreads across all walks of life in Italy.

But now the Mafia's business is no longer limited to low-level businesses such as kidnapping, extortion, alcohol smuggling, and fan smuggling.

Most of the family's businesses now are legitimate businesses.

Just like this super cruise ship, there is family investment,

Although he is an illegitimate child, it can be seen that the job his cheap dad arranged for him is not bad.

Leisure and freedom, high salary, few things to do, and fixed dividends every year.

Compared to those uncles and brothers who lived in Mexico and Colombia and fought with local drug lords to steal business with their lives, he was already lucky.

But now that the cruise ship has an accident, due to the reputation of my cheap dad, he may not be blamed too much for such a natural disaster.

But don't even think about a job like the Costa, which is rich in oil and water and has a lot of leisure time.

If I had known better, I would have followed the arrangement of my old man and worked as a hotel manager at the Continental Hotel in Turin.

The first mate sighed and put his wiped glasses back on. He looked at the sea, suddenly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on.

He was right. On the distant sea, a warship was heading this way.

On the bridge of the warship, the black major general and William Stryker stood side by side, each looking at the direction of the cruise ship with a telescope.

"General, it seems your experiment failed!"

William Stryker looked through the telescope and saw the dense crowd of people on the deck, and said to the black major general.

The so-called secret weapon of the military cannot even handle a civilian cruise ship. It is a joke to expect it to deal with enemy warships.

The black major general's face was extremely ugly, "Major Mond, check, where is the locator of the wooden box?"

Behind the black major general, a white officer wearing the uniform of a navy lieutenant commander took out an instrument similar to a tablet.

After a few simple operations, a moving red dot appeared on the tablet.

"General, we are two hundred nautical miles away, seven hundred meters under the sea, and the target is moving at high speed..."

"Always pay attention to its movements!" the black major general issued the order with a gloomy face.

"Yes, sir!"

After saluting, the major officer stepped aside with a wink.

William Stryker held a telescope and looked at the waving crowd on the deck for a long time, but could not find the target.

Dead? Impossible!

William Stryker looked at the black major general on the side, and the two looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Ten minutes later, a torpedo accurately hit the bottom of the Costa cruise ship.

Boom...

On the deck, the survivors who were looking forward to the warship suddenly felt the cruise ship shaking violently under their feet.

………

"Bang!"

The door of the restaurant was pushed open violently, and a strong man with a naked upper body and blood all over his body walked in, carrying a suitcase with one hand.

Under the panicked gazes of all the diners in the restaurant, Sabretooth walked up to Magneto with his suitcase and placed the suitcase at his feet.

Sabre-toothed Tiger nodded towards Magneto, turned around and walked towards the outside of the restaurant. As he walked, Sabre-toothed Tiger shook his neck and moved his muscles.

When passing by Hill, he twitched his nose and glanced at Hill suspiciously. However, when he saw Hill's panicked expression, the saber-toothed tiger shook his head and continued walking out of the restaurant.

Magneto put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at the suitcase at his feet, and stood up unhurriedly.

"It seems there are some little mice hiding in this boat!"

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The metal knives and forks near Magneto all floated into the air under his control.

"Victor, find them!"

The saber-toothed tiger pushed open the door and went out...

At this time, the frightened diners also left the restaurant one after another.

Hill was among the crowd, with a flash of anxiety on her face. She pressed the micro communicator on her ear, eager to know about Hawkeye's situation.

"I'm fine, just my arm was a little injured,"

In an empty room on the sixth floor of the passenger ship, Hawkeye gritted his teeth and wrapped gauze around the wound on his arm.

"The mission failed, Hill. The tiger's healing ability is so abnormal that it is almost immortal! We need to call for support now!"

"I'll contact the director immediately, Hawkeye, Sabretooth Tiger is looking for you, you have to be careful!"

Hill left the restaurant and looked at the figure of the saber-toothed tiger in the distance. While talking to Hawkeye about the situation, he walked in the opposite direction of the saber-toothed tiger.

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Tsk!

The picture on the computer was intermittent, seemingly due to energy interference or the influence of water pressure. The last picture sent back by the skeleton demon was that the octopus tentacle it was parasitic on was swallowed by a giant mouth of the abyss.

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The moment the skeleton demon was swallowed, it hid in the gap between the sharp teeth of the strange fish, transformed into two bone claws, and grabbed the inner wall of the strange fish's mouth.

A blue electric light flashed, and then the computer screen in front of Tang Song turned into pitch black.

Tang Song closed his laptop and walked out of the box.

At this time, in Nuoda's restaurant, due to the appearance of the saber-toothed tiger, everyone except Magneto and Tang Song were dining outside.

There is no one in the restaurant now, and even the chef doesn't know where to hide.

Magneto looked at Tang Song who had just walked out of the box, and his eyes became a little strange.

"Hello, Mr. Eric, my surname is Tang, and I am an arms dealer. I didn't expect to see the famous Magneto here!"

Tang Song walked up to Magneto and said hello to him.

Magneto smiled: "Didn't we just meet at the auction?"

Tang Song was a little surprised: "I did get off that boat during the auction. I didn't expect Mr. Eric to remember such a little person like me. What an honor!"

Magneto stared meaningfully into Tang Song's eyes: "Do you know why they call me Magneto? It's not because I can control metal, but because I can control magnetic fields!"

"Young man, my old friend once told me that everyone's body emits its own magnetic field, just like a fingerprint, unique!"

"So?!" Tang Song touched his nose, and laughed without blushing: "It seems that disguises, shape-shifters, etc., have no effect in front of you!"

Magneto just looked at him quietly.

……………

A storm was brewing at the end of the horizon, and the dense cumulus clouds lowered the sky several points. Raindrops as thin as a veil slowly fell, moistening the petrel's pale wings.

A red helicopter came from a distance, hovering in mid-air, its propellers spinning rapidly, stirring up the fishy sea breeze.

The helicopter hovered there quietly, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sea below parted.

Just like Moses holding a staff to part the Red Sea in religious classics, tens of thousands of tons of seawater were pushed away in a few breaths, and a huge cylindrical steel platform slowly rose from the sea, like the Tower of Babel reaching the sky and the earth.

The searchlights distributed on the edge of the platform are so eye-catching in the dark night, guiding the direction of helicopters in the sky.

In the center of the steel platform without a trace of rust, the shape of an eagle was spray-painted with silver-white permanent spray paint. It was the logo of S.H.I.E.L.D., the full name of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

Obviously, this is a SHIELD base.

"Director!"

Seeing Nick Fury getting off the plane, Phil Coulson quickly greeted him.

Nick Fury hurriedly walked directly into the base.

"How many manpower do we have available at the moment?"

In the office inside the base, Nick Fury looked at the coordinates of the freighter displayed on the big screen and asked in a deep voice.

"There are currently two special service teams in the base. However," Phil Coulson paused for a moment: "Using them to deal with A-level extraordinary beings may not be enough!"

SHIELD has always been rooted between ordinary society and the extraordinary world, and has an extremely detailed database on those so-called superheroes and super criminals.

Generally speaking, SHIELD internally divides those powerful people with extraordinary abilities into the following grades:

D-class extraordinary beings have not yet broken away from the shackles of their mortal bodies. They have limited destructive capabilities and limited defensive capabilities against guns and artillery.

Under the threat of small arms fire, death may come at any time.

All you need to do is dispatch a fully armed special force with complete firepower and prepare a plan in advance to suppress or even capture the D-class transcendent.

Class C already has extraordinary abilities that threaten certain threats, and can dodge the firepower threat of lightweight infantry weapons to a certain extent.

It requires several special operations teams to work together and be equipped with targeted weapons to capture it.

As for Class B extraordinary beings, they can easily fly over walls and walls, crack monuments and crack rocks with just a raise of their hands and feet, and can penetrate the armor of fourth-generation tanks head-on. In addition to hard-shell shells, they can easily avoid or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets.

The last A-class transcendent is no longer a being that can be checked and balanced by conventional force. With a little effort, he can destroy landmark buildings such as high-rise buildings, giant statues, and bridges. Even large-caliber machine gun shell chains can be ignored, except for ballistic missiles.

, the state apparatus cannot provide many means of checks and balances.

This grading system of extraordinary beings is not only circulated within SHIELD, but also in other national organizations. These numerical levels divide the degree of danger.

Magneto's rating in S.H.I.E.L.D. is A-level.

Nick Fury had a gloomy face. He knew that Phil Coulson was right, just based on the several special service teams that SHIELD had mobilized urgently.

He is no match for Magneto at all.

But he had to save Hill and Hawkeye.

"Director, how about we contact Professor X?"

Phil Coulson saw Nick Fury's face from the side and suggested in a low voice.

Professor X, formerly known as Charles Francis Xavier.

The founder of Xavier Academy for Geniuses, the leader of the X-Men, and Magneto are the two poles of mutants.

If Magneto is a tough hawk among mutants, then Professor X is a moderate dove.

However, compared to Magneto, Professor X is even less liked.

Because his abilities are telepathy and mental control, Professor X is also recognized as an S-class transcendent.

No one likes someone who can hear their own thoughts and control them at any time, even if this person acts like a saint.

But as an agent, Nick Fury never minds using the most vicious thoughts to speculate on people's hearts.

After hearing Phil Coulson's suggestion, Nick Fury did not immediately express his position, but took out a piece of information and handed it to Coulson.

Asians, stowaways, gang leaders, arms tycoons, unknown superpowers...

A piece of information, more than a dozen pages, Phil Colson looked over it over and over for a long time.

"According to Agent Hill's report, Tang Song is also on board. Coulson, try to contact him to see if he can be of help to Hawkeye and the others!

Contact people in the military to see if there are any warships or submarines nearby. If there are any, coordinate immediately!"

Nick Fury really doesn't want to find Professor X unless necessary. Firstly, he is really afraid of Professor

But this feeling of powerlessness is really uncomfortable,

Mutants, super villains, and more and more crises, we don’t even know when those aliens will come back,

Nick Fury subconsciously touched the old BB machine hidden on the inside of his windbreaker.

It’s time to put the Avengers Project on the agenda!

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At this time, in the passenger ship restaurant, Magneto opened his mouth wide and looked at Tang Song as if he had eaten a fly.

Tang Song held a cigar in his hand and said to King Magneto:

"Mr. Eric, you have to know that the development of a group has never relied on the strength of an individual. The current mutants are supported by you and Professor X. What if one day you are no longer here?"

"Forgive me for being blunt. After all, you and Mr. Charles both came from the Cold War. You should know that time is not forgiving!"

"If you and Professor X no longer protect the mutants, who do you think the mutants can rely on?"

"We have an old saying in the East that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Compared with the uneven mutant capabilities, I think you and the members of your brotherhood need a batch of heavy weapons in addition to the AK rifles just now!"

"Look at this heavy artillery. Five shells can destroy a coastal defense fortress. Each one costs four million U.S. dollars. I can help you transport it to the designated enemy."

(End of chapter)