Video bloggers in American comics

Zhang Ming rode his motorcycle and arrived at his destination.

This is an old-fashioned office building located in the suburbs of New York. It doesn't even have an elevator. The lights in the corridor keep flashing and going off, and there are weird spray paintings in some places.

If this place was used to shoot a horror movie, there would be no need for a set, it could just be used.

Zhang Ming, who had just received Steve's devil training, climbed up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

squeak

It was Trevor who opened the door.

Trevor didn't have a good feeling towards Zhang Ming, after all, their initial impression was really bad.

Trevor's leg, which was broken by Zhang Ming, still hurts every time it's windy or raining.

After glaring at Zhang Ming, Trevor said hello and turned sideways to let Zhang Ming in.

"How did you find a place like this?" Zhang Ming took the mineral water thrown by Franklin.

"In Chinese terms, a smart rabbit has three burrows. I am used to preparing a few more secret bases. As for the environment..." Michael took a puff of cigarette, "This rough and shabby environment reminds me of my youth.

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There were four people in the room. In addition to the three old faces, Franklin, Trevor, and Michael, there was also an unexpected person.

"Hi! Silver Light Messenger, we meet again." Roy winked at Zhang Ming.

Roy was wearing a loose pink shirt today, with light makeup, bright pink lips, and long hair falling down, adding a lazy charm to him.

"Why is he here?" Zhang Ming asked.

Franklin said: "He somehow got my contact information, took the initiative to contact me and wanted to help, and we really need his help."

Roy smiled at Zhang Ming. He held the mug in both hands and took a sip, leaving foam of coffee on his lips, his petite tongue...

Zhang Ming looked away and couldn't look any further. When he looked again, the atmosphere became philosophical.

Michael coughed to attract everyone's attention. He pushed out a whiteboard and held a pen in his hand. If paired with a pair of glasses, he would really look like a university teacher.

"Based on Roy's intelligence, we roughly know that the target's action time is between five o'clock in the afternoon and twelve o'clock in the evening, and the location is on the ship.

Considering that they hired a group of regular dancers, the venue must be big enough, so I focused on the large cruise ships that appeared in New York ports during this time. I quickly found my target."

Michael posted a photo on the whiteboard. The photo was of a huge pure white cruise ship.

"The Cruiser Empire departs from the Port of Liverpool, passes through major Nordic countries, and its final destination is New York."

Michael posted a second photo on the whiteboard. In the photo, there was a cocktail party going on. The men were elegantly dressed in decent suits, and the ladies were wearing beautiful dresses, showing off their graceful body curves.

Michael continued: "There are many wealthy Europeans, entrepreneurs, celebrities, and aristocrats from the last century on this cruise ship, but... compared with the real upper class, it is still a little bit less interesting, and it is barely relevant.

That kind of person.”

They are the type of people who are not enough compared to those above, but more than enough compared to those below.

Generally, this kind of people like to join in the fun and get together.

"Who is the organizer behind this?"

Michael said: "A company called Tomorrow Technology, I checked it was established two years ago. It was originally a small company making apps with less than 20 people. It has been operating poorly and is on the verge of bankruptcy. In

A week ago, it suddenly cut off all its previous business lines."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

After Zhang Ming asked, he understood that Tomorrow Technology is a small company that has not been listed on the market, and it is impossible to disclose information to the outside world on a regular basis. As long as the door is closed, no one will really know what they are doing in a short period of time.

Michael posted the last photo on the whiteboard, which was some artwork.

"The only thing we know is that there is a batch of art and antiques on this ship. A lot of them have been auctioned off in the past few days, but the most important ones will not be sold until they arrive in New York and pick up wealthy people from the United States.

Start the auction."

Zhang Ming leaned on the edge of the table and concluded:

"A small company that was on the verge of bankruptcy suddenly got a large amount of funds a few days ago and started cross-industry art auction work. It even spent a lot of money and drove a cruise ship all the way to the United States with great fanfare."

Franklin nodded and said, "That's it."

Several men looked at each other.

There is obviously something fishy going on here, no wonder the FBI is targeting them.

But I still can't explain why the FBI didn't dare to investigate, but let Franklin and the others do it. After all, several people in this room, including Zhang Ming, are not very good at this kind of intelligence investigation and tracking analysis.

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The most suitable job for these violent elements is always destruction and explosions!

"I heard Franklin say on the phone, you already have a plan?" Zhang Ming said to Michael.

Michael nodded and said, "My plan is to sneak in and investigate from the inside what this Tomorrow Technology company is doing."

"In order to sneak in, we need to be divided into three groups: one group sneaks into the cruise ship. The members of this group include Zhang Ming and Roy. Zhang Ming plays the role of the rich man, and Roy plays his true role as the dancer's teacher."

"Lao Cui and I are in charge of the other group. We will drive a speedboat behind the cruise ship. Once your operation is successful or something goes wrong and you need to escape, we will be responsible for the response and fire support."

Franklin pointed to himself and said: "I will be responsible for meeting you at the port. Once you get ashore, we will disappear as quickly as possible."

Zhang Ming asked: "What happens after I get on the boat?"

Michael looked serious. Zhang Ming thought he was going to say something, but he ended up saying just four words.

"According to circumstances."

"..."

Zhang Ming stared at Michael as if he were looking at a fool.

Michael and Zhang Ming looked at each other, and the room fell into silence.

After a few seconds, Michael raised his hands first to express surrender.

"Okay, I said I can't hide it from him. We still have plan B."

"If you sneak in and find out it's just a normal auction, Lao Cui and I will sneak into the ship and steal some art... Don't look at me like that, the FBI won't pay us. We worked hard.

There must be some reward after all."

Franklin stood up and said: "If you object, we will stop. After all, you are a superhero."

There is another sentence that Franklin did not say, that is: after the operation is over and the structure of the ship is clear, they can go it alone.

They are not good at other things, but these three brothers are very familiar with sneaking and stealing.

Zhang Ming scratched his face and asked, "Are there any works of art belonging to China on that ship?"

Michael flipped through the pamphlet and said, "Yes, there is a piece of jade and a piece of calligraphy."

"Then let's do it this way. After confirming that there is nothing wrong with the ship, we can take some things and leave. However, the Chinese art will belong to me."

"Okay." Michael paused after finishing speaking: "Does anyone have any questions?"

Zhang Ming suddenly remembered: "By the way, I might be recognized."

Because he has to shoot videos, Zhang Ming cannot cover his face every time he moves. After all, a video blogger who shows his face is more likely to attract attention.

The price is that after several missions, Zhang Ming's appearance is no longer a secret. Anyone in the "circle" knows that there is an extra superpower in New York.

"This is the second purpose for us to find Roy. He is an excellent makeup artist. He will be responsible for doing your makeup before tomorrow's action, and this."

Michael took out an invitation letter with a black background and gold edges and handed it to Zhang Ming, "Invitation letter to board the ship."

“So considerate.”

Zhang Ming received the invitation, and he was thinking about using a clip to sneak in tomorrow. It would be much more convenient to have this thing.

"As for the rich man's outfit, you have to find a way to solve it. I have some nice suits, but you probably won't be able to wear them."

A time for gathering tomorrow was agreed upon, and the brief "pre-war meeting" was over.

Michael and Lao Cui were still deciding which gun to bring tomorrow, while Franklin went to do a final inspection on the runaway truck.

Roy went downstairs with Zhang Ming. When he noticed Zhang Ming's motorcycle, his eyes lit up and he asked if he could take him for a ride.

Zhang Ming decisively rejected Roy.

A straight man will not allow another man to get behind his back.

No matter how beautiful this man is, it won't work.

On the way back, Zhang Ming dialed Tony's phone. The phone rang for a long time before he was connected.

"Oh, ma'am, I think you're a little drunk. Do you need me to help you back to the hotel..."

A woman's gibbering came from the other end of the phone. This voice obviously did not belong to Pepper, and Tony was flirting with girls out of habit.

After a while, Tony said: "What's the matter? I'm a little busy now. If another monster appears in New York, please find that stupid big guy playing the shield."

"Don't worry, New York is very safe. I'm looking for you for other reasons. Lend me two suits that you think are good. I have to dress up for an important occasion tomorrow."

As soon as Tony heard this, he immediately threw the woman in his arms on the sofa and walked to a quiet place by the window, with a happy expression on his face that said, "My pig finally knows how to eat cabbage."

"My brother, you finally figured it out. Which lucky girl are you? Angela or..."

Tony wanted to guess who it was. After thinking for a long time, he realized that the only girl Zhang Ming knew well was Angela. He quickly changed the subject and said: "...Angela is a good girl. You made the right decision."

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"No, I'll tell you in detail when it's over."

"As promised, when I return to New York, tell me your love story. I'll have Happy deliver the clothes to your apartment."

Tony's efficiency was faster than Zhang Ming imagined.

When Zhang Ming rode his motorcycle back to his apartment, Happy was waiting for him downstairs with coffee, and there was a black Porsche sports car next to him.

Happy handed over the key.

"The clothes and accessories are in the trunk."

"Thank you." Zhang Ming took the key and opened the trunk. There were three suits of different colors neatly placed inside, along with matching watches, belts, and leather shoes.

There is a sticky note stuck in the middle: Remember to tell me a story after you finish.

Zhang Ming was amused by Tony's spirit of gossip. Happy crossed his arms and asked, "Can you give me some spoilers in advance?"

"Sorry, can't."

The next day, 19:37 in the evening.

A black Porsche sports car slowly drove into the port. Zhang Ming got out of the car, threw the keys to the waiter who had been waiting for a long time, and took out a hundred dollars and handed it to him.

"tip."

"Thank you, sir."

After Roy put on makeup for an afternoon, Zhang Ming became a completely different person.

Her black hair was dyed a whitish light yellow and was combed back into a bun with hair wax. Her face and neck were powdered to make her look fairer. The bridge of her nose and eye sockets were shaded to be more three-dimensional. Finally, she put on brown contact lenses.

, coupled with a pair of plain glasses, makes Zhang Ming look like a mixed race.

After finishing the makeup, Zhang Ming looked at himself in the mirror, just like Chu Yuxun entering the beauty salon for the first time. Anyway, he couldn't recognize himself.

"Why are you so angry?"

Zhang Ming resisted the greasy feeling of applying makeup and powder, telling himself that it was for the effect of the show.

He walked to the entrance of the cruise ship, took out the invitation letter from his pocket and handed it to the ticket inspector.

The other party looked at the pseudonym on the invitation, then looked up at Zhang Ming.

"Hello, Mr. Jonathan, please come in. I hope you can enjoy a wonderful evening."

Zhang Ming smiled back at him: "Thank you, I will."