arrival

Since the Green family's death, the Bethlehem has reopened and restarted a shady business.

The idea for the show originated from Bobby Thornton's Lianhua Machinery Company, which frequently dealt with foreign businessmen with discerning tastes. They believed that a blend of Southeast Asian vulgarity and Japanese restraint was the key to good sex. Therefore, the show regularly recruited attractive young people to perform, and those willing to be shameless could earn a lot of money.

Later, as the show business gradually expanded, some prominent figures began to take a liking to the organ surgeries arranged by Steven. These potential customers became objects that could be reused. Gan Gu did not miss this opportunity and specially sent Blaze to perform, so the show added a dish of "python swallowing wild game".

Therefore, although the show business was affiliated with the Thornton Group, Steven didn't often board the ship, and the task of controlling the show gradually fell to Blaise. But it was precisely because Blaise was there that the voyages were virtually risk-free, and some dangerous activities could be controlled. People attending the show knew that boarding the Bethlehem would ensure a safe arrival in the Valley of the Goat, so they could spend their money with peace of mind.

As for Miles, he never set foot in fashion shows; he considered them dirty. He only ever knew that there was such a low-class place on the ship. Although he could tell that this "shipwide lockdown" was probably another warning sign of some kind of cleaning operation by Blaise, he still decided to step inside and face the bloodshed head-on.

After all, Milo might be inside this time.

In the darkness, Miles found the door to the show.

He vaguely saw two figures, one standing and one kneeling. When he got closer, he realized that the one kneeling was Milo, and Blaise was holding a gun to his throat.

Miles's expression changed, but before he could say anything, Blaze had already pulled Milo up. Only then did he see that Blaze had just handed the gun he was holding to Milo.

Milo, gripping the gun, remained motionless for a long time. With this deadly weapon in his hands, he seemed to have the power to blow Blaze's head off with a single shot.

Blaise gestured: If you want to save people, go yourself.

"What are you doing?" Miles slowly emerged from the darkness.

Milo and Blaze both turned to look at Miles.

Milo remained silent, his voice trembling, but Blaze gestured to Miles: "I should ask you, what did you do to attract the attention of the assassin organization that wants to kill you?"

Miles was completely bewildered, but soon he glanced at the chaos in the show, put away his gun, and stepped inside.

In just a few seconds, Miles changed his mood, put on a warm face, and did what he did best: survey the surroundings: "Aren't you going to pull them apart?"

The white-haired man, who had one eye gouged out, was still slapping Yuuma left and right, but when he saw Miles, he forgot all about venting his anger and cursed, "You beast, you've finally come out!"

Miles calmly replied, "Uncle, what are you talking about?"

The white-haired man burst into laughter: "You still have the nerve to call me that? I'm asking you, are you planning to run away with the money with this little bastard!"

Miles looked at Steven, whom the white-haired man was pointing at, and seemed to understand something; his expression turned grim.

Steven, however, still wore that indifferent smile.

"Years ago, his Lianhua Machinery imported substandard medical equipment, causing chaos and turmoil. Hospitals demanded compensation, regulatory authorities issued hefty fines and forced the removal of the equipment from shelves, instantly severing the company's cash flow. Bobby Thornton, what a mess, what good is robbing Peter to pay Paul! Even worse, that little bastard Steven actually came up with the outrageous idea of ​​organ trafficking, attracting the police. In the end, even lying in his hospital bed, that old bastard Bobby Thornton couldn't stay still, pulling out a sneaky escape plan, donating a small amount of money as cover to transfer assets, hoping Steven could board a ship and run away in the chaos! He's ruined us like this, the supplier's cargo ship has just mysteriously disappeared! You think we didn't know any of this?! Huh?"

Miles's brow twitched, and he glared at Steven.

Before boarding the ship, he did receive a request from Bobby Thornton to take his son on a trip to Gan Valley to discuss business. Out of consideration for the dying old man, he reluctantly agreed to give the rich kid a ride. Little did he expect that the man would set him up and force him to become Steven's protector as he absconded with the money.

The white-haired man pointed angrily at Miles's face: "And you! Miles, stop playing dumb. We're all in the same industry. The Daller and Thornton families have frequent business dealings. In those big projects before, which one didn't involve your two families joining forces? Now that the Thornton family has caused such a mess and wants to run away, do you dare say you didn't pull something behind the scenes? I think you just want to let them run away, let us be dragged down by debt, so you can make another fortune off the dead, right!"

“We’ve all poured our hearts and souls into building this business, and now, because of you, it’s all going to vanish. Let me tell you, I won’t just sit here and wait to die!” The white-haired man clutched his bleeding eyes. “You think you can just walk away like that? Dream on! I’m telling you right now, I have no intention of leaving this ship alive. Killing you might give my family a chance to survive, at least it would save everyone from being dragged down to ruin by your embezzlement and escape. The brothers in Wudong Port might still have a chance to fight back, set up an emergency team, raise funds to compensate the hospital, coordinate with regulators, and slowly revive the business!”

Miles glanced at Blaise in the darkness, and judging from his expression, he guessed that the target of tonight's "bloodbath" was most likely the uncle in front of him.

The white-haired man shouted excitedly, "I've hired top-notch mercenaries. Even if the ship docks, there are people waiting to take your life. You think you'll be safe just because you don't take a plane? You think you won't be blown to bits like Richard Green and his family? Let me tell you, even if you take a train or a rocket, I still have ways to kill you! Don't even think about making me another Richard Green, a scapegoat for you!"

As he spoke, the man ripped off the collar he had just taken off Yuzhen, which was flashing red.

"Back then, you guys used this little gadget to blow up Richard Green's plane, right? Now it's your turn again!" He glanced at the entire scene, then looked at Yuzhen on the ground, and let out a long sigh. "Before I die, I got to do the same thing you guys did. It was really satisfying!"

It seems he intends to detonate himself in exchange for dying alongside Miles. He's just stupid; he doesn't realize he's stolen a time bomb, something centrally controlled, not something he can detonate at will.

Milo fired almost immediately.

The bullet whizzed past and pierced the white-haired man's palm, causing him to scream in pain.

The recoil made Milo's hand go numb, and his gun was snatched away by Miles and thrown to Blaise, who was standing to the side.

Miles glanced at Milo with an extremely cold expression, his gaze as icy as ice: "You dare to shoot? You're asking for it!"

Milo didn't understand why he pulled the trigger for a moment; his mind was still blank.

Blaze stepped forward, kicked the white-haired man straight in the chest, and snatched the collar from his hand.

Gunshots rang out one after another, seemingly from nowhere.

“They’re planning to fight to the death and don’t want us to disembark,” Miles frowned in annoyance.

Steven, who was idly playing with the cutlery, laughed: "What are you afraid of? With this good dog around, do you think you'll die? If Theo Green had had this good dog guarding him back then, you wouldn't have killed him so easily."

Miles finally turned to look at Steven: "You'd better think carefully before you speak. I'll talk to you about your scheming against me later."

Steven, however, kicked the table arrogantly and confronted Miles: "Talk my ass! I've had enough. They're all trash, what the hell are you pretending for?"

Miles stepped forward and punched Steven in the face, knocking him halfway to the side and causing him to crash into the table.

Miles grabbed his collar: "You better pray you survive to get off the ship, otherwise your on-tube dad will probably only be able to close his eyes holding your ashes."

Steven took the punch but wasn't angry at all; he still had that smiling face: "Uncle, do you think my dad would still be alive if I left? We were prepared to sacrifice ourselves."

Miles stopped talking to Steven and coldly surveyed the room before saying sternly, "What happened today was an accident, and the organizers will compensate you for your losses. You all signed an agreement before boarding the ship, and we went through the process peacefully without incident. But if I hear any rumors after we disembark, all the tricks you played here and all the information will be sent to your homes and companies intact."

After saying this, Miles ordered his men to take all the quails out of the room and stuff them into another dark room used as an underground casino.

In an instant, only a handful of people remained in the entire room.

As the gunfire outside gradually subsided, Miles realized that Blaise's men were cleaning up the scene and had probably finished.

“This man can’t be kept alive.” Miles looked at the white-haired old man on the ground with his arms tied behind his back.

Blaze responded and fired a shot at the man, but he ran out of bullets. Someone came up and offered him a fully loaded gun, but Blaze didn't take it. He looked around the room, picked up a metal scepter used in the performance, and weighed it in his hand.

Before Blaze could make any further move, the man on the ground turned pale and clutched his chest. A moment later, his head lolled to one side, and he was dead.

It looks like he was scared to death.

Blaise dragged the man by the foot and led him straight into the cubicle.

A muffled thud came from a distance, not too far, followed by a splash—the sound of something falling into the sea.

Milo's body trembled unconsciously.

Blaise emerged, blood splattering into his eyes, turning them crimson. A deathly silence fell over everyone in the cabin. He walked through the crowd, brushing past Milo, and leaned against the doorway, listening intently to the sound of bullets hitting the ground outside.

Miles was one of the few calm people in the room. He looked at Blaise and suddenly asked, "When did you find out?"

Blaise remained silent.

“Never mind,” Miles shook his head. “I will personally explain what happened today to Mr. Natawa.”

Soon, the gunfire subsided.

Blaze shrugged and stepped forward to clear the way.

The cruise ship slowly approached the shore, and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon. On the deck of the cruise ship lay the corpses of mercenaries, splattered with blood.

Fortunately, not a single person was without tourists; all the innocent people were forcibly locked in the rooms.

Milo breathed in the fresh air, momentarily disoriented by the arrival of safety.

Wearing a pristine white nightgown, Ms. Beverly slowly opened the door, glanced down at her blood-stained shoes, and stared dumbfounded at the corpses scattered on the floor, as if she had finally figured out the source of the strange noise.

She received a notice last night that the mute regular guest treated her with great respect and instructed her to lock all the guests' rooms and not allow them to leave. She did as she was told, but what she saw was a living hell.

The devout believer turned around, stunned, watching the distinguished guests about to ascend the deck. In the chaos, she spotted Milo in the crowd, and for a moment, mistook him for Theo Green. Just as she was about to speak, the cruise ship slowly docked.

With a "whoosh," a bullet suddenly shot out from the calm sea.

Milo's pupils contracted sharply, and a cry caught in his throat.

Ms. Beverly shuddered and collapsed before she could turn around, her eyes wide with bewilderment.

A group of mercenaries, fully armed and dressed entirely in dark blue, emerged from the port. They belonged to the same mercenary organization as the men lying on the ground and were now firing wildly at the people on the deck.

A group of people dressed as patrolmen on the cruise ship retaliated randomly. Blaze took a shotgun and pushed everyone back into the cabin. He turned around and looked back, wanting to speak but unable to. So he tapped Milo on the forehead and made a gesture.

“This isn’t Wudong Port… If you want to live, shut up… there’s still a chance to get off the ship.” Milo’s mind was completely muddled, mechanically translating each word, “He said… we can only come out after the gunfire stops, otherwise, if we hold them back… he’ll shoot us first…”

Ms. Beverly's blood meandered into a thin river, dripping and seeping into the bottom of the ship along the cracks in the deck.

Yuma gripped Milo's hand tightly, the warmth from which he received offered him some comfort.

Miles's gaze fell on their clasped hands, and he said calmly, "It'll be alright soon."

Death comes suddenly and directly, giving no one a chance to catch their breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the gunfire finally stopped.

As the cruise ship gradually approached the port, the scenery along the shore became clearer.

Low-rise houses are scattered about, with colorful clothes hanging out to dry and swaying in the wind. Further away, a mysterious and vast primeval rainforest stretches out, with tall and straight trees blocking out the sky and lush branches intertwining like a green sea.

A group of masked armed soldiers in black and green uniforms stood in the shallow water of the beach, searching for survivors.

Blaise stood on the deck, the group of men treating him with unusual respect, reporting something to him in a strange language.

Their combat vests were printed with unique symbols that resembled ears of wheat or snakes, seemingly belonging to the same type of tattoo as the one on Blaise's neck.

Milo stood barefoot on the deck, gazing at the land.

Not far away, a beautiful woman in a red dress walked gracefully over the corpses scattered on the ground. She wore bright red lipstick, and her full lips beamed a beautiful, radiant smile as she clapped her hands.

It was Nonai.

"Dear friends, welcome to the beautiful Gan Valley."