my beauty world

Chapter 42 Ruthless Characters

With his hands clasped on his head, Ronan walked at the end of the line, moving forward slowly, his seemingly lifeless eyes were already staring at the two black uncles at the stairs.

With his skill, it is not difficult to take down Uncle Hei in an instant.

Grab the gun, it's easy to say...

In the middle of the passenger line, Ilsa raised her hands, her thin suit jacket was open, and her full breasts pushed up her light-colored shirt.

Among the two black men standing at the stairs, the tall and bald one kept staring at Ilsa: "Ribeiro, this girl is not bad."

Another curly reminder: "Mario, don't mess around, do business."

The bald black man held a pistol in one hand, and kept rubbing his fingers with the other: "I'll just touch it, so I won't delay the business."

Ilsa walked over.

"Don't move!" Mario pressed on her shoulder: "If you want to survive, don't move!"

Ilsa held her breath, her face full of helplessness.

The journey was very smooth, but when we arrived at the destination, we encountered problems.

These black people are full of pits, and they are not professional terrorists!
Mario's hand was about to fall, but Ilsa suddenly got into trouble, and kicked him between his legs with her long leg. Before Mario could scream, she kicked Curly's knee with the other kick, and then jumped up, hitting her right knee. On Curly's lower jaw.

The curly hair fell straight back.

Ilsa turned her elbows sideways, and with the power of her body rotation, slammed Mario's neck, breaking up his screams that were about to rush out.

Mario's head was turned to one side, and his cervical spine may have been broken.

Another black man was at the corner of the stairs, and heard the voice turning the corner.

Before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, Ilsa jumped up and slashed down with her long legs.

The black man fell on the steel stairs with a plop, and Ilsa kicked the black man on the head again. The black man's head was bent to the left, and he lay there unable to move.

Ilsa acted extremely quickly, picked up the pistol and rushed downstairs, bang bang bang gunshots, followed by the screams of the black uncles.

"Who are you? Don't move!" someone yelled in Spanish.

After a bang, the ship suddenly fell silent.

Ilsa asked loudly: "How many people are there on the first floor!"

The captain replied: "Four people."

Three blacks, one Latino, lay on the deck, all dead.

Ronan immediately moved away from the black man with the broken neck, away from the gun that could be picked up at any time.

"Ah! Ah!" A passenger screamed.

Some passengers rejoiced: "It's safe, it's safe..."

Ronan came down the stairs and found that Ilsa asked the captain and crew to put away all the guns to avoid accidents.

Many people looked at Ilsa with new worries.

Ilsa simply explained: "Everyone, don't panic, I am a British policeman who is on vacation."

The passengers gradually calmed down, and the captain notified the Colombian authorities, the Aruba police, and the Billena Island officials respectively via satellite phone. Although it was the closest to Colombia at this time, no one wanted to return to the port of Colombia, so they simply continued to drive to Billena Island.

According to the captain, the governor of Billena Island, Garza, is fairer in dealing with affairs, and the discipline of the army and police under him is also good. It may not be comparable to the Dutch Aruba, but it is much better than Colombia and Venezuela.

The ship continued to sail towards Billena Island. After experiencing these things just now, all passengers gathered on the first floor of the cabin. It seemed that there were more people and they felt safer.

Ronan found a place to sit casually, thinking that this woman was really not simple.

Was she really just here to pick up her cousin's body and return home?

After sailing for nearly an hour, a siren sounded ahead, and a large island appeared in the sea. The island was covered with forests, and there was a conical mountain in the center. It should be an active volcano that had not erupted for many years.

There is a very beautiful white sand beach on the east side of the island. Most of the beach is circled, and a small-scale resort is being built. The resort also has its own dock, which can dock ships of more than [-] tons.

There is a signboard under the resort, which says the French Obia Group and the like.

Going forward for a while, bypassing a section of coastal cliffs, you will arrive at the port of Billena Island.

The old-fashioned port with three trestle bridges, on one of the trestle bridges, dozens of military police are standing by.

As soon as the ship docked, these people boarded the ship immediately. The captain was very familiar with the leading police officer. After negotiating a few words, the military police began to check and question carefully.

Ronan was very cooperative. He showed his passport and told everything about what he saw and heard on the boat.

This time on the boat, there were more than a dozen tourists who came to visit because of their reputation. After making a record for Ronan, the military police quickly let him off the boat.

The only one in trouble is Ilsa, who is to be taken to the Port Authority by the military police of Billena Island.

When Ronan disembarked, he heard a few words that the family of the deceased and the British Consulate in Colombia had to verify Ilsa's identity.

Get off the ship and go to the port hall to go through the formalities. There is an experienced old man who stamps his passport.

The old man with white hair and white beard had a very poisonous eye. He opened Ronan's passport: "Mexican? The accent is weird."

Ronan said: "I often travel between the United States and Mexico."

The old man tentatively asked: "I heard it's a mess over there? Drugs are rampant?"

Ronan looked serious: "I have nothing to do with drugs."

The security check of luggage and items is very strict, following normal procedures, guns cannot be brought in.

Ronan used to fly a plane in the middle, and the gun was thrown in Cancun a long time ago.

A Swiss Army Knife is a common commodity.

The old man got a stamp on his passport and passed the customs smoothly.

Ronan picked up his passport and was about to leave when the old man stuffed a coloring page and recommended, "This hotel is good."

Ads go straight to customs...

Ronan put away his passport and looked at the coloring pages as he walked out. There were English, Dutch, and Spanish on the coloring pages. Generally speaking, they had the same meaning—to visit Billena Island and stay at Hotel Sophia.

There is also a detailed route map above, which is very close to the port.

Anyway, it's close, so Ronan went to have a look first.

Close to the port, there are densely packed houses. Because of the relationship of the island, most of the houses are on one floor, which looks quite old.

The streets are full of stalls, and the people are basically Latino mixed. Maybe the sun is blazing on the island, and the skin is more wheat-colored.

Most people are very laid back, without the urgency of the city.

Not far ahead, there is a small two-story building with the words "Sophia Hotel" painted on the side in three languages.

Some of the tourists who came this time walked towards the small building.

There was a Ford Raptor coming in front, the street was relatively narrow, and there were people setting up stalls on both sides, Ronan automatically retreated to one side.

The pickup truck stopped in front of a shop, two people were chattering French, one of them switched to Spanish to negotiate with the boss, and bought a lot of fruit.

Ronan passed by the car and heard words such as the resort, the construction site, and the ship delivering goods at night.

It seems that it is the person from the Obia Group who is building a resort.

According to the information collected by the CIA on Billena Island, the Governor Garza has cooperated with the French Obia Group to develop the tourism resources of Billena Island. The key projects are seaside resorts and hot spring mineral water.

Observing carefully while walking, Ronan is like a purely curious traveler.

This is a seaside town, not small in size, possibly the largest settlement on the island.

Looking past the low houses, one can see a three-story white building made of stone in the center of the city not far from the sea, with flags erected on the upper floor and soldiers with live ammunition patrolling the roof.

Bacheng is Garza's Governor's Mansion.

An army green truck carrying soldiers came from behind, and Ronan evaded again. The speed of the car was not fast, and occasionally soldiers greeted people on the side of the road.

Judging by the accent, they should all be locals.

Carrying his bag, Ronan came to the door of the Sophia Hotel, and a girl of sixteen or seventeen came up to her and said, "Hi, welcome!" She introduced herself: "My name is Anna, the daughter of the hotel owner, do you want to stay?"

"I'm Martin, from Mexico." Ronan came to the front of the bar.

After going through the simple procedures, Anna led the way to the second floor, went all the way to the end of the corridor, took the key to open the door, and let the door open: "You live in this room, with a balcony, and you can enjoy the sea view from morning to night."

Ronan took the key from her: "Thank you."

A young girl with a bright smile and warm hospitality: "Call me if you need anything, I'm in the lobby on the first floor."

Ronan replied, "Okay."

Anna is a Latino, with short ear-length hair, and a cute baby face. She smiled with two sweet dimples, and waved to Ronan: "Goodbye."

Ronan nodded: "Goodbye."

Anna helped close the door and went downstairs.

The condition of the small building is limited, only the rooms at the east and west ends have balconies. Ronan inspected the rooms and came to the balcony. A few tens of meters in front of him is the endless sea.

The second floor is not too high, he can easily jump from the window or climb up.

Ronan came here to find giant chameleons, not a vacation.

After taking a quick shower and going downstairs with my valuables, Anna was sitting alone in the hall.

Ronan saw a tourist brochure on the shelf, picked up one, and asked, "How much?"

Anna dimpled again with laughter: "No money, just watch whatever you want, just come back after watching."

There is a detailed map of Billena Island in the manual. Ronan looked carefully and occasionally asked Anna a few words.

Anna said: "Just ask me if you have anything. I am popular, have many friends, and know a lot."

Ronan took down the map, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked, "On the boat when I came here, I heard that a murderous beast happened on the island? I was on the same boat as a British policeman who came to bring my sister's body back to China."

"It happened so fast, it happened only five days ago, and it spread outside the island first?" Anna knew a lot: "A few days ago, just after the typhoon passed, five students from New York University died in the jungle near the mineral water factory. inside."

She frowned: "We are all very strange. There are no wild beasts on the island, and if there are outside, they can't get in."

Since the discoverer hid the camera and later sold it to a CIA informant, the island has never been able to figure out what kind of beast launched the attack.

Ronan asked: "Where did it happen? When I go to the mountain, I can avoid it."

Anna leaned over, opened the manual, and pointed to the map: "It's right here. They didn't go deep into the island. They didn't know how to get from the forest to the French mineral water factory, and then encountered a beast."

She was kind-hearted and took the initiative to remind Ronan: "If you want to go up the mountain, it is best to take the main road. Don't look at the forest trails. There are often people walking around, and animals generally avoid them. In the forest, there are many poisonous snakes, spiders and mosquitoes. It's very troublesome."

Ronan nodded: "Thank you."

Anna smiled: "New Year tomorrow, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

It was only then that Ronan remembered that 2003 was about to pass while he was busy all the way.

(End of this chapter)