The waters near the football country are in harmony with the white clouds in the sky, and a few seagulls are flying in the wind. Everything seems so beautiful.
A cargo ship was sailing on the sea, heading for the Panama Canal.
It’s not quite true to call it a cargo ship. Strictly speaking, it should be considered a smuggling ship.
A dark-skinned African man was standing on the deck, holding an AK that was produced in some small workshop. He looked around at the sea and looked like a decent person.
Inside the cabin, a young man dressed in distinctly Latino attire was chewing gum. He looked at the yellow man across from him and grinned, "Miyazaki, can this new breed of ours really shine in the United States?"
"Of course, my friend."
The Japanese man named Miyazaki also laughed out loud, full of confidence: "This is a new variety, a perfect new variety, it will definitely set the entire market on fire!"
"You know, we in Japan have advanced genetic modification technology. Lobsters raised with Wagyu beef are a real industry. Plus, we've been keeping them free-range in tanks all the way here. By the time we get to shore, those big American restaurants will be begging us with US dollars!"
Miyazaki's words were full of longing, as if he could already see him squandering piles of US dollars in several paradises on earth in the United States.
But just as Miyazaki was enjoying the future and savoring the beauty in his head, the entire cargo ship suddenly began to tremble.
"Bang!"
The noise spread throughout the cabin, shaking it violently and causing Miyazaki to stumble and fall to the ground.
"What's going on?!"
"Run aground?"
The cabin immediately became chaotic, with all kinds of messy languages echoing in the cabin.
Whether it is a legitimate business or an illegitimate business, the thing that HNA people fear most is a shipwreck.
"Boss, something seems to have hit our boat from below!"
Seeing a crew member rushing in, the Latino boss asked without hesitation: "Is there a hole? How big is it? Can we get ashore? How many lifeboats are there? Can everyone go? If not, arrange for me to leave in advance!"
Very skilled, as if he had rehearsed it several times in advance.
The crew member was obviously stunned by his boss's words.
After a moment's pause, he said, "No, the boat is fine."
"I'm glad the boat is okay." The Latino boss breathed a sigh of relief. "I was scared to death."
"but……"
The crew member hesitated for a moment and said, "Our cargo is gone."
Latino boss: “???”
Miyazaki: “???”
"What's going on?!"
Without waiting for the Latino boss to speak, Miyazaki rushed over like a madman, grabbed the crew member's shoulders and questioned loudly.
"Mazer Fake~"
The crew member was startled by Miyazaki's actions and pushed him away. He took a deep breath and said to the Latino boss, "Boss, this is complicated, but also very simple. It seems like a shark... or something else just swallowed up all our goods. Those African mercenaries have almost used up all the bullets in their low-quality AKs, and there's not a single drop of blood on the sea."
After saying that, the crew member shrugged and said, "Boss, we've worked in vain."
"What? Impossible, impossible!"
Miyazaki, who gambled his entire fortune on this, couldn't believe it. Everything was obviously fine. They would arrive at the port tonight. Everything should be fine. How could it turn out like this?
But the bloody facts were right in front of him, and Miyazaki had to believe it even if he didn't want to.
He slumped in the chair, his eyes completely expressionless, as if he were dead.
Seeing this, the Latino boss couldn't bear it anymore and immediately stepped forward: "Hey, man, don't be depressed. Life is just like this. Cheer up. You have the source of goods and I have the route. At worst, we can try again. I know some loan companies with connections. How about..."
Before the Latino boss could finish, another crew member ran over in a panic and shouted to the Latino boss, "Boss, something bad has happened. Outside... outside..."
Hearing this, the Latino boss' heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but whisper, "What's wrong?"
"We're surrounded by the Citigroup Navy!"
"Orichette!"
The Latino boss cursed.
This is really like adding insult to injury!
He no longer had the energy to say anything, and could only weakly say, "Organize a counterattack."
"Fight back? Boss, that's a warship. The African black uncles have already surrendered their weapons. The Citibank Navy will be here soon."
Then what do you want to tell me?
The Latino boss now just felt aggrieved.
If you say that I was caught transporting goods, then I can still feel relieved.
But now my goods are gone and I have been arrested, which is really embarrassing.
Although, even if he had not lost the cargo, his cargo would have been "confiscated" after being caught by the navy, but the effect would be different. At least he would know who took his cargo.
It’s nothing like now, it’s unclear!
Until now, he still doesn't know whether his goods were taken away by sharks or whales.
Damn, so upset.
…
"What kind of tonic soup is this cargo ship carrying? After eating a few cages of it, I actually grew a meter taller?"
Looking at the 4.3-meter-tall Leviathan on his screen, Song Luo fell into deep thought.
He had been playing the game for twenty-one minutes. Before that, he had been eating some small fish and shrimps. In the beginning, his growth rate was very fast, but later on, his growth became slower and slower, and then he got stuck at about 3 meters.
Until just now, I ate a box of something I didn’t know what it was, and I actually grew one meter taller.
In this regard, Song Luo only wants to say...
What hormone food? There's no meat in it, right?
But it has nothing to do with Song Luo. Song Luo only needs to keep his Leviathan fat and white.
There is some connection.
Looking at the deducted physical strength, Song Luo couldn't help but sigh, and while controlling the Leviathan to eat the small fish, he complained:
"This game is so fucking capitalist. It takes 30 stamina points after 21 minutes... Forget it, I'll play for another nine minutes. It'll shut down after nine minutes."
"Now, on to the ocean conquest!"
These twenty minutes of experience have made Song Luo understand.
I am the overlord of the ocean!
…
Classic multiple-choice question.
Who will be the next hero?
1. Old friend, the cute saint girl, "Daughter of Holy Light - Soraya".
2. New friend, the elf idol, "Dawn Irina".
3. Due to some unknown 404-related issues, "Black Godson Totokusanawini" was given a voting spot.
Let’s reject racial discrimination, starting with me.
The next few tens of thousands of words will not be released. 1 and 2 are two separate story lines.
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