Chapter 3431 3443 [Survival Guide]

As he was looking at him with some sighs, suddenly, even though there was a skull mask between them, Vodka felt that the guy in the black robe seemed to smile at him.

“…”

Vodka averted his gaze as if struck by electricity. But just as he did so, he suddenly realized something and hastily turned his gaze back: "..." He felt like he had just seen a familiar mustache... Wait, Maori Kogoro?!

Why is this guy here?!

"Calm down!" A thought vaguely emerged in Vodka's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

He took a deep breath and secretly comforted himself: "There are many minions of Usa, and among them, I have not had much contact with Maori Kogoro.

"Compared to that, Vermouth's interest in that mustache guy is clearly even greater—according to an insider from the police, a while ago, the Metropolitan Police Department mysteriously lost a piece of information related to Maori Kogoro.

"Although the cop is a bit useless, how many people in Tokyo can steal information from such a crowded place without a trace?"

After a quick thought, Vodka nodded vigorously: There is no doubt that Kogoro Mouri appeared here because of Vermouth. As for the guy next to him who makes people's backs creepy... I don't know him and I don't know!

With this thought, Vodka took a few steps back. After escaping the sight from below, he carefully took a detour, intending to follow the gangway, slip off the cruise ship, and return to Tokyo, to the safe haven he had carefully built.

However, before taking the first step to escape, Mr. Vodka, who had a decent memory, remembered that this was a task assigned by Brother Gin himself.

Vodka: “…”

After a brief silence, a dedicated winery employee quietly returned to the cabin, quietly began to count the survival supplies on his body, quietly took out a satellite phone from his fake belly, and dialed a number.

"Mr. Yamada?" The rescue company's top specialist was baffled, but facing this wealthy sponsor, he had no choice but to patiently ask calmly, "I'm at the dock right now. The cruise ship you're on doesn't seem to have left yet, and there aren't any signs of a leak... Why do you need help so soon?"

"Not yet." Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of these powerful backups. "But I still have a bad feeling. You must concentrate and come to rescue me as soon as I get into trouble!"

"Of course." The man on the other end pondered this client, feeling that he was a bit strange. He hesitated and asked, "Have you been threatened by anyone recently? If so..."

"I'll pay more!" Vodka said firmly.

Apart from his star-chasing days, he didn't have any major expenses, so his treasury was quite full. And this time, if he guessed correctly...

The image of the black-robed skull flashed through Vodka's mind, and he shuddered again. He muttered to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, Brother Gin should understand the preparations I've made. He won't shoot me to calm me down after seeing my expense report..."

After a brief moment of distraction, he said sternly, "You can name your price, but I have one requirement—the rescuers you arrange, from top to bottom, must all be good-tempered, have simple interpersonal relationships, and have no relatives or friends who have died unexpectedly. Can you do that?"

"..." The thick confusion on the other end seemed to have seeped through the phone, but he was a gold medal specialist after all, so he quickly nodded in agreement, "Please rest assured, our staff are very professional."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately conveyed the customer's request to the company.

Then, as expected, I was asked: "It's normal to make enemies with people, but what about the standards for rescuers?"

The Gold Medal Specialist scratched his head and said, "Maybe he's just trying to get a good start. He doesn't want someone with bad luck to ruin his luck."

Working in this line of work, he has met many people and is fully capable of handling all sorts of strange requests from customers on his own.

Moreover, compared to requests like "I want ten beautiful bodyguards", "I want ten muscular men", "The helicopter that comes to pick me up must be labeled with pink Hello Kitty", this customer's needs at least sound sunny, healthy and positive.

…

When a member of the organization was busy with his self-rescue plan.

On the dock.

Jiang Xia was looking at the bucket of ice cream on the boat when he suddenly heard a low, hoarse roar from behind him.

Turning around, he saw a Western-style zombie staring at him with a pair of bloody eyes. It looked at him and then stuck its chin forward.

"Huh!" Maori Kogoro heard the noise and turned around in confusion. He was frightened by the appearance of the zombie. He immediately took a fighting stance and said suspiciously, "You, you haven't really mutated, have you?"

Jiang Xia tugged at him and pointed to the queue in front: "He seems to want to remind us that it's time to move forward."

When the zombie heard that someone finally understood him, he nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice and retracted his jaw that was almost stiff.

"This guy..." Maori Kogoro walked forward a few steps speechlessly, caught up with the team, and turned to complain to Jiang Xia, "Can't he just speak with his mouth? He scared me."

"Haha, that won't do." A vague female voice came from behind, saying faintly, "Because he must completely transform himself into a 'zombie'."

"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri turned around and saw that there were two other people queuing behind them and in front of the zombies.

One was a young man with a hat pulled low and his face bandaged, while the other was a woman with a blue face and a bowler hat.

"Oh!" Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up: Although the brim of the bowler hat was very wide and covered the entire upper half of the face, just by looking at the exposed tip of the chin, one could tell that this was a beautiful woman.

Maori Kogoro immediately praised: "What a beautiful witch! I didn't expect to meet such an elegant lady like you on a ship full of monsters."

"Thank you for the compliment." The "Witch" smiled happily, "But..."

She gracefully grasped the brim of her hat and yanked it off. Thick, hard snakes sprang up, their mouths stretched out in all directions. The woman's expression was sinister: "I'm not some 'witch.'"

"!!" Maori Kogoro shuddered with fear, and immediately lost all thoughts, "Medusa?!"

Medusa winked at him and said, "Keep looking at me or I'll turn you to stone."

As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Xia beside her, then quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.