I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 138 Zhumen wine and meat stink

"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, which can be called the Louvre at sea." A big man in a sea blue uniform Hu Zi chatted endlessly behind Tang Ji.

He was neither afraid of the weapons on these people nor the murderous intent of these people, but he obviously cared about the footprints left by these people in the corridor.

"Sir, if you don't mind, there is Coster's shoe polisher on your right hand side, it can make your shoes clean and shiny in 30 seconds," the old man took a deep breath, standing In front of Ji, blocking his way.

"The area you are about to step into is covered with thousands of handmade Persian carpets imitating the Coleman vase pattern. The price per square meter exceeds [-] federal dollars!" The old man puffed up his chest and looked directly at Tang Ji Eyes: "I'm not boasting of its price, but to explain its preciousness!"

"The craftsman who made it died in the bombing of the Petrochemical Alliance. These are probably the few thousand-level handmade carpets left in the world." A trace of pride flashed across the old man's face: "And it is definitely the largest one among them." , it has become a work of art! Just like the Moonlight Aurum itself!"

With Anthony and Soult scrutinizing him, Tanguy finally sighed and dipped his shoe into the platinum-gold thing known as a shoe shiner.

Accompanied by a gentle vibration, when Tang Ji raised his leg again, Surte couldn't help but wow.

Not to mention Sirte, even Tang Ji had never seen such a high-end thing. He could only say that his pair of tactical shoes had never been this clean the day he first played.

Of course, whether it is shoes or Tang Ji himself, he never thought that he would use such a high-end thing one day. As far as the shape of the shoe polisher is concerned, if the old man didn’t mention it, no one would have imagined that it was a shoe polisher. shoeware.

After all, just by putting it there, it is extremely precious. If it is thrown in the Skeleton Party, it might be regarded as a treasure and carefully kept.

"Well, 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 tumbler.

If the other party hadn't been polite all the time and hadn't made any substantial blocking behavior except for the one just now, Tang Ji would have punched him to sleep long ago.

"I am the chief steward of the Moonlight Gold, Foreman Chance." The old man bowed slightly, and saluted with a complicated fancy gesture with his right hand. It was hard to believe that such a round fat man could make such an elegant gesture.

"Where is the control room of this ship?" Tang Ji used the same graceful movement to make the muzzle of the prelude swing with the iron hand, and finally pressed it against Foreman's forehead: "I sincerely hope that you can lead the way .”

"Of course, please go this way, I will serve you wholeheartedly." Foreman stepped aside 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." Foreman strode forward without any intention of delaying time: "Now, on your left, is the second class of this ship. The dining room, and the reception room on the left hand side, and then we will go to the top floor through the sea-view elevator, where the main control room you are going to is located.”

"At the same time, it is also the private domain of the respected Mr. Frederick. I must remind you that no one can enter there without Mr. Frederick's biological information." Foreman unlocked the elevator with his fingerprint , stood respectfully at the door and gestured please to the three uninvited guests.

If he hadn't been holding a gun, if Soulte hadn't been pocketing a golden apple that had just been broken off a sculpture, Tanguy would have thought he was actually an invited guest.

After all, that Foreman is too deceptive.

At this time, on the deck outside, the atmosphere was not so harmonious.

Tony jumped up in a charge, jumped over a dozen idiots, stood beside the DJ on the stage, and told the other party to go away obediently with the shotgun in his hand.

"Can you hear me?" Tony picked up the microphone and excitedly shouted to the audience below: "I am honored to inform you that you have been kidnapped!"

But Tony's words were obviously regarded by many people as a new program prepared by Gerrard, and even a few poisonous sons who were in high spirits shouted excitedly.The others also showed expectant expressions.

Tony shrugged and yelled at Martin, "Hey, big man, show them some fireworks and keep those military-tech bastards away from us!"

Martin, who had already set up the weapon on the ship's side, smiled honestly, and made an OK gesture to Tony. He 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 shell avoided the roof of the Moonlight Gold at a very small angle, falling far 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 surprised Martin and the others was that although the opponent bounced again after landing, he sat up unscathed. He just shook his helmet and stood up again. up.

At this time, some of the 'hostages' were already applauding.

This made Tony on the stage a little embarrassed, but fortunately, the security personnel on the ship who should have responded a long time ago finally appeared, but it was a pity that the exit for them to enter the deck was too close to the Saints.

They rushed to the deck in a hurry, and then were knocked down by the Saints three times and five times, without even firing a gun.

There were six people in all, the second-class people who had been kicked off deck apparently because of the party that was going on, and passed the time in one of the cabins below. They didn't respond until someone felt something was wrong and called them.

But it was too late, when the six security personnel were kidnapped by the saints one by one, these boys and girls who were having fun finally realized that something was wrong.

But unfortunately, Martin had closed the gangway 3 minutes earlier, and these people had nowhere to go.

"Very good, now please cooperate, line up one by one, find the handsome guy with the tattoo on his face in an orderly manner to get the straps, and then cooperate with each other in pairs to tie up your hands behind your back." Tony opened towards the swimming pool. One shot to increase persuasion: "From now on, if he hasn't been tied up in 5 minutes, I will help him relieve his troubles permanently!"

The men and women screamed, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while. It's not that no one thought of jumping into the sea in the chaos. It is said that the Moonlight Gold is a big ship, and it is parked at the port. The few who reacted quickly just stood He glanced over the side of the ship and gave up the plan.

They are basically the rich second generation, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get along with little Gerald. Rather than taking the risk of diving, they might as well wait here to pay the ransom.

The kidnappers in Baja California are more or less reputable. People like them rarely choose to tear their tickets.

After the initial chaos, these people lined up in an orderly line under the organization of the most prominent family members, obediently waiting for the saints to give them bandages, looking very experienced.

It was the first time for the Saint to do such a thing. Although he had experienced many battles and killed boxing champions in the ring, kidnapping such a thing really violated his moral values.

So the saint seemed a little guilty, nervous, and quite reluctant to let go. He was far less chic than when he knocked down the six security guards, so that the hostages who were waiting to be tied comforted him.

"It's okay, anyway, you won't do anything to me in the end, right?" A tall girl wearing only a bikini smiled and pulled two straps from the saint's hand: "Or you tied me up alone? "

The girl obviously noticed the saint's handsome face that conforms to the public's aesthetics, and the 'thug' aura on the saint is definitely a new taste that she has never tried.

Coupled with the tattoos on the saint's face and the uniqueness endowed by his faith, the girl couldn't help but licked her lips.

The saint subconsciously held the pistol at his waist, glanced at the girl vigilantly, and took a step back to signal her and the partner behind him to hurry over and not waste time.

But apparently, the second group had more time to observe the saints, and the girl in the lead even asked timidly, "Are you Krum? The missionary who participated in the death fighting competition?"

The saint seemed even more flustered, subconsciously wanting to put his helmet back on, but the girl had clearly recognized him.

Tony patted the Saint on the shoulder very experiencedly, motioned him to step aside with his eyes, and watched how the adults did things.

"Do you want me to tie you up alone? I'm doing well!" Tony stared at the girl's sensitive parts with aggressive eyes, so frightened that the girl quickly pulled out a tie and her partner backed away.

Tony was obviously dissatisfied with this efficiency, he directly handed a bunch of straps to the people behind: "Pass it to the back, there are still 3 minutes left, those who want to survive in the back had better urge the people in front!"

After speaking, Tony deliberately loaded the shotgun: "Time waits for no one!"

"Sir, I sincerely suggest that you do not use violence to destroy this door. This door was dismantled from the ruins of the White House. Have you seen this footprint?" Foreman carefully pointed to an inconspicuous one under the door. Dent: "Here's a testament to the anger that the famous MAGA president expressed when he left office."

Tang Ji sighed. It was difficult for him to be angry with someone like Foreman. He was almost born to work in the service industry. Even in the face of such a situation, he could always have reasons to make bad customers behave.

Anthony took a step forward, and with the expressions of Foreman and you destroying the 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, Alia, we're here." Tang Ji adjusted his clothes, but put them down just halfway through the action. He suddenly realized that he was here to rob, so he adjusted 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 [-] square meters. Although Tang Ji knew very well that it was impossible to have such a large space, the visual effect was just like that.

The four huge Roman pillars stand on top of the sky, and he can see the bright sun above his head when he raises his head, and he can see the rough stones on the ground when he lowers his head.

Beyond the square paved with stones, there is green grass, and further outside is a cliff. Below the cliff is the cruise ship wharf street they just passed. On the left is the endless sea, and on the right is the bustling city.

And the temple they are in is like a suspended island floating in midair.

When Tang Ji stepped into the control room, he could even feel the breeze blowing with a hint of earth fragrance. In the center of the four Roman columns, a sacrificial altar of the same style rose slowly from the ground. A quaint big book with a very old age is placed on it.

"That's the console, please don't try to step out of the range of the slate, surrounded by flexible screens, expensive and fragile." Foreman lowered his voice, imitating an Italian accent.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has entered this control room.

Anthony glanced at Foreman and then at the scene in the control room. This was his first glimpse of how real rich people enjoy life.

The Frederick family is obviously not the top family in the world, and the United Beauty Group they hold is not even ranked among the top [-] companies in the world.

But now, the military technology blocked outside was the undisputed No. [-] in the world at that time, and he finally felt the pressure.

As for Sirte, he became a little timid. In this sacred scene that spanned thousands of years, he suddenly realized that he was just a poor child who never went to school and couldn't even write a few words.

He has never worn new clothes, never eaten real food, and the only thing he relied on in childhood was a dirty-looking bear with one eye missing.

If he hadn't become a superhuman, he would still be eating at the garbage dump.

Tang Ji noticed Surte's embarrassment, and he patted the boy on the back, the flame in his heart was ignited by this strong contrast.

With just a few sticks of chewing gum, he made the teenager drop everything and follow him to face an almost invincible enemy.

And the children who are about his age outside are enjoying everything here, just because they are born rich.

"Look at Surte, when all of you can't eat enough, these people are sitting in this environment, enjoying everything." Tang Ji broke the silence and strode forward.

His military boots creaked on the stone road, and he walked step by step towards the altar in the distance, like Prometheus walking with a heavy load: "You must know Soult, they shouldn't sit on Here, enjoy everything."

Tang Ji turned around suddenly, his eyes bright and frightening: "You have to understand Surte, the more you possess, the greater your responsibility to this world."

"So, Soulte, if the person sitting here can't do it, he can take his place!" Tang Ji strode up to the ancient book, opened the book vigorously, and with a flash of blue light, he became the moonlight master. Gold's new owner.

A stone throne carved with simple decorations rose slowly from the ground, and Tang Ji sat on it unceremoniously and said to Sutar: "Come to me, you are entitled to enjoy all of this."

"Can I?" At this moment, in Surte's eyes, Tang Ji seemed to be exuding a golden light, no, not as if, it was the special effect that came with the throne.

"You can, I said."

(End of this chapter)