Video bloggers in American comics

Norman Osborne and Mr. T looked at each other affectionately.

A gust of night wind blew by, causing an expression called "embarrassment" to appear on Mr. T's dead face for the first time.

Where is my medicine?

Such a big one!

Blue bottle, delicious... where's the medicine?

Norman stood up and looked at Mr. T with eyes that gradually became cold.

"Can you explain it to me?"

For Norman, he didn't know what happened, but normal people would think:

I was on your property, holding the box you gave me, and before I had gone ten meters away, the stuff disappeared right before my eyes.

Are you playing with me?

Are you here to perform magic tricks with me?

Next is the moment to witness a miracle?

Especially that bottle of potion, for Norman, represented the hope of a new life for the family. He had been excited for less than a minute, but this "hope" was gone.

Norman's mood was ups and downs, and Norman had the urge to call someone and blow up the ship.

Mr. T also looked confused. Faced with Norman's questioning, he remained silent for a few seconds, and then bowed deeply to express his apology.

"It was our mistake this time."

Mr. T kept bending down when he spoke, and his attitude was very sincere.

"In two days, I will send another potion to you. I hope it will not affect our cooperation."

Speaking of this, Norman had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart, nodded in agreement, and boarded the helicopter.

The helicopter slowly took off, and Mr. T watched the helicopter disappear into the night.

There was still no expression on his face, neither the joy of achieving cooperation nor the anger of having the potion stolen. He was like a robot, only...

Creak! Creak!

The sound of his teeth grinding got louder and louder!

getting bigger!

The cruise ship became chaotic, and the laughter and laughter disappeared in an instant.

Music cuts off.

The bar's dim lights were turned on to their brightest.

A group of muscular armed security guards quickly searched every corner of the cruise ship. They had guns on their waists and a palm-sized detector in their hands.

As long as the agent is within one meter of the detector, it will emit a sharp chirp.

In the monitoring room, seven or eight logistics staff stared wide-eyed. Even if their eyes were so dry that they shed tears, they did not dare to relax for even a second.

As security guards, they can understand things that ordinary guests cannot access. They know that the owner of this cruise ship is not a good person. This can be seen through his salary.

Does an ordinary cruise ship need to be equipped with so many armed security guards? Does it need so many guns?

The money they earned during this trip equaled their entire year's income.

Everyone is in this business and they say there is nothing fishy about it and they just do it to auction art works. Who would believe it?

"find him."

Mr. T said to the security captain: "You and your subordinates have received far more money than your ability. If you can't even do this well, I think there is no need for you to exist."

Mr. T is threatening.

But the security captain didn’t know whether Mr. T meant to fire them, or...

Make them truly disappear?

In short, all the security guards were very energetic and vowed to catch the little thief as long as he was still on the ship!

The whole ship became panicked. The security guard told the guests that there was a thief on the ship and a tourist's valuables were lost. Please be patient and it will be over soon.

"Is it really an ordinary thief?" Gwen asked worriedly.

Dio quietly put his hand on Gwen's shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, I will protect you."

"Boy, just protect yourself." A middle-aged man's voice appeared behind Dio.

Dio turned around and glared at the middle-aged man behind him. Just as he was about to say something to regain his position, Gwen said happily: "Dad!"

The middle-aged man who came over was Gwen's father, the New York City Police Commissioner, George Stacey.

Director George came here with Gwen today, but he was dragged into talking by the city leaders after boarding the boat. Now that there was a problem, he was worried about his daughter's safety, so he came over quickly.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived, I saw a bastard eating his precious daughter's tofu.

Director George usually looked at the prisoners too much, and his eyes were very intimidating. Dio quietly let go of Gwen's little hand, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

When you pick up a girl and meet the girl's father, and the father is a policeman, this feeling is... so exciting.

"Hello, uncle."

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"Yeah." Director George responded lukewarmly, as if he had heard it.

Gwen looked at the busy security guards: "Did someone really lose something? Dad, do you want to go investigate?"

Chief George took his daughter to his side. His many years as a police officer have made him more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.

"This is not just catching thieves, look at them"

Director George glanced at the security guards coming and going and said, "Each of them has tense muscles, which shows that they are in a state of extreme tension and may draw their guns and shoot at any time."

Dio echoed: "And they all have calluses on their hands. They are all veterans of using guns for many years."

"A bit discerning." Director George took a second look at the young man next to him.

Attending a dinner party, Director George did not carry a gun. He picked up a fork from the table and hid it in his pocket. "He stayed by my side from now on. I'm worried that things will get complicated."

Gwen suddenly remembered Zhang Ming: "I also have a friend I just met. He is..."

She looked at the bar where Zhang Ming was drinking a few minutes ago.

Where did he go?

"Zhang Ming? Where are you?"

Trevor's irritable voice sounded on the communication channel. Zhang Ming had to turn down the volume. He lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing? I was almost discovered."

Trevor asked impatiently: "When will we get on the boat to get our things? I can already feel the wealth waving to me!"

"Change of plans."

"What do you mean by change? Do you want to take it for yourself! I tell you..."

"Shut up, Old Cui!"

Michael grabbed the communicator and asked, "What happened?"

Zhang Ming explained: "It's more complicated. The simple explanation is: I overheard Mr. T's evil plan and took away the dangerous medicine he invented, but I was discovered when I left.

A group of security guards are frantically searching every corner of the ship. They even opened the toilet seat to see if I am inside. If you get on the ship, it will not be a theft, and a war will break out on the ship."

Michael asked: "So are you going to give up plan B?"

"No, I plan to do it myself. There is still some time now, so you can just support me from behind. If I am alone, the chance of being discovered will be smaller."

"Okay, be careful."

Zhang Ming was hiding in the utility room on the first floor of the cruise ship. This room had just been inspected by armed security and was safe for a short time.

Under the observation of the third-angle camera, there is a room downstairs where all the artworks are stored. The entire room is a huge safe, and the walls are made of a full thirty centimeters of metal.

Be really careful.

Zhang Ming squatted on the ground and thought for a while. He gradually came up with an idea and began to look for suitable materials in the utility room to continue to promote Afghan folk crafts.

A few minutes later, the explosion spread to every corner of the cabin!

"It's downstairs! The art collection room!"

A group of security guards shouted and rushed down. There were traces of explosions on the walls, and a big hole was made in the ground.

Theoretically, the power of this explosion was not enough to open the safe, but when the boss said that the other party could steal things through the air, the security guards still felt uncertain and called the captain.

"Where's the surveillance?" the security captain asked.

"The line was cut off by the thief, and the inside of the collection room cannot be seen."

The security captain said: "You guys guard the surrounding area, I'll open it and take a look."

He turned his back, blocked it with his hand, and entered the password. The metal door of the collection room slowly opened. After seeing the complete artwork, all the security guards breathed a sigh of relief, and the security captain closed the door again.

"Two of you stay here as guards while the others continue to search."

The security captain is very experienced, and this is the best way to deal with it at present, but he did not expect that there was an invisible camera that completely captured the scene of him entering the password.

After the security captain left with a group of boys, Zhang Ming returned to the art collection room, and the hook and lock ejected. The two security guards who were left behind trembled for a while, collapsed on the ground indifferently, and lost consciousness.

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After entering the password, you can hear the sound of the "Gragra" gear inside, and the door to the collection room opens.

Zhang Ming walked in carrying a handbag, just like someone buying vegetables in a vegetable market, he threw whatever he liked into the bag.

Although there are many items here that have been auctioned, if they are lost before they are delivered to the customer, they are still Mr. T’s losses.

Zhang Ming didn't have any psychological burden at all when taking Mr. T's things.

Rob the rich and give to the poor, eliminate violence and bring peace to the good...

The working people of ancient times had long thought of legitimate reasons for Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming hummed a little tune and quickly put it into the bag.

Suddenly, dense footsteps sounded from behind.