Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 50
On the blue sea, flocks of seagulls followed the cruise ship skillfully. From time to time, a seagull undulated on the white wake of the cruise ship, and there seemed to be a little scale on the small paws.

"This ship is interesting?!"

Tang Song basked lazily in the sun, his spiritual consciousness swept across the luxury cruise ship, and his face under the sunglasses showed a playful expression.

He "saw" some interesting people on this luxury cruise ship.

"What did you say?"

The girl lying on the beach chair next to Tang Song raised her head and asked, as if she didn't hear what Tang Song said clearly.

The naked girl is wearing only a three-piece white bikini, and the three pieces of cloth cover part of her secrets, giving off an infinite style half-covered.

The wheat-colored skin set off her charming and heroic face, and the slightly thick red lips added a bit of charm.

"I'm watching what they're doing, it seems emotional!"

Tang Song rested his arms on the back of his head, and lazily nodded his chin towards a group of excited people not far away.

This luxury cruise ship travels from the Commonwealth to Italy for seven days, and the ordinary fare is only two thousand dollars.

For the VVIP of the presidential suite like Tang Song, the ticket price is as high as 20.

You get what you pay for, and the enjoyment of spending money is naturally different.

The observation deck where Tang and Song are located is the best location on the entire cruise ship, overlooking most of the sea view on the cruise ship, and at the same time leaning over slightly, you can see the blue swimming pool and the beauties in bikinis playing inside.

In the corner of Class A downstairs, a group of white people and a few Asians seemed to have a conflict. From the beginning of a small quarrel, it gradually evolved into pushing each other.

Several sailors on the ship stood between the two groups of people, stretched their arms, and tried their best to maintain order.

"They are betting on football, the group of Germans lost the bet, and those Japanese people are mocking them!"

The bikini beauty with red lips bit the straw and sucked the white juice from the coconut, glanced down, and pouted.

"A bunch of gamblers!"

Tang Song glanced at the beauty with some surprise: "Do you understand lip language?"

"As a bodyguard, isn't it normal to be able to speak on the lips?" The beauty gave Tang Song an angry look, stretched out her slender white arms, and stretched her waist, making her figure even more uneven.

Tang Song unceremoniously looked at the hot bodyguard in front of him.

"Have you seen enough?" The beauty gave Tang Song an angry look.

"Say it in advance. I don't know your identity. If you have any enemies, tell me in advance so that I can prepare in advance. Otherwise, I won't be responsible for any accident!"

Tang Song smiled: "There is no enemy for the time being, so relax, Sloan asked you to come, just to give me a guarantee!"

"I'm not going to let a woman protect me!"

ensure?The beauty looked at Tang Song with some doubts, not quite understanding what he meant.

As the top assassin of the Assassin Brotherhood, she didn't understand why the leader changed his mind and sent her to protect a wealthy Asian businessman.

Isn't her target the traitor cross?

Although the leader told her that all of this was God's will, Fox was a little disappointed that he couldn't compete with the former number one master cross.

Tang Song didn't have the heart to guess the inner activities of a "hostage", he squinted his eyes halfway, but his spiritual sense was inseparable from the "that person" he just saw!
The spiritual consciousness condensed by monks is very similar to the spiritual power in this world's cognition.

Some of the superhumans and mutants in this world can control fire, ice, plants, metal, and objects with mental power.

These are the simple uses of spiritual power, and in the world of Yanfu, the use of spiritual consciousness can be regarded as the eyes and hands of monks.

The range covered by spiritual consciousness is the range that monks can see and perceive.

In scientific terms, it can be called a mental scan.

The distance a monk can see depends on his cultivation level. Buddhists often say that the Buddha's eyes can see three thousand worlds. It is because of the cultivation level of that Buddha that he can really see the lines in the palm of his hand. The world has a panoramic view.

With Tang and Song's current spiritual knowledge, if you really want to see, the entire cruise ship is within his envelope.

Downstairs on the deck, the voices of the dispute became louder and louder. One of the bearded white men in a plaid shirt seemed to have an emotional outburst, and he turned over and jumped off the side fence.

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of falling into the water, and countless people exclaimed: "Look, someone jumped off the boat..."

"My God, a passenger has fallen into the water, hurry up and organize rescue."

…………

The noisy sound attracted many people to look up,
On the second floor deck, a tall old man in a gray suit just glanced at him, then continued to drink his coffee calmly.

"The inferiority of human beings, they are always dominated by desires, only by continuous evolution can human beings get rid of this predicament, and mutants are the future of human beings!"

As for the old man's words, the burly man standing behind him didn't seem to hear him, his hair was loose, and he looked at his bodyguard defiantly.

The old man was used to it, picked up a newspaper on the table and read it.

The headlines on the front page of the newspaper made his heart twitch, Germany VS EGL World Cup match: 1:2 lost to Japan.

"*%%$&+" the old man cursed out a country slang in a low voice.

He couldn't understand how the self-proclaimed Germans couldn't even kick a few Japanese dwarves.

You know, he invested a lot of money to buy the German team to win.

Unlike his old friend, he is a super rich second generation. His family lives in a mansion, and he can support a school with his family savings.

His money was saved by hard work. During this time, the fraternity's finances were tight, and he had to make some investments. .

Well, the World Cup is one of his investments.

He bought a big bet on the German team to win.

"There must be something tricky in it!" The old man slapped the newspaper on the table angrily.

The surrounding metal screws trembled slightly in his direction.

buzzing...

Tang Song felt the vibration of the two sword pills in his pocket, and stretched out his hand to pinch the two sword pills.

Running the true essence, firmly locked the breath leaking from the two sword pills.

It is really a unique talent, obviously weak and no different from ordinary people.

But this ability to manipulate metal is not even inferior to some natural supernatural powers to a certain extent.

Feeling the needle-like shards of sword qi bursting out from the sword ball at the fingertips,

Looking at the old man downstairs, Tang Song couldn't help sighing.

In the world of Yan Fu, some monsters will awaken their innate supernatural powers after they cultivate their human form.

But generally it's just some small spells, like the strength of the bull demon, and the work of the donkey demon.

The most miraculous thing I saw in Tang and Song Dynasties was a Huang Jing that became a demon and could use a very miraculous earth escape technique.

But like the old man below, his sword pill can be affected by just his breath.

Unless it is the Yuan magnetic escape technique of the Little North Pole No Night Sect, which essentially restrains the world's hardware utensils.

And this old man is obviously an ordinary person, relying only on the development of mutant abilities, he has achieved abilities comparable to those of a foundation-building cultivator. This talent is truly terrifying.

However, his sword pill is not just a product of gold accumulation.

Tang Song rubbed his fingers, drawing out a flash of light, which isolated Magneto from the influence of Jianwan.

How could Magneto, the leader of the Mutant Brotherhood, the two poles of the famous mutants, appear here!Tang Song's eyes flickered.

He raised his eyes and looked down, just in time to meet a pair of faint yellow beast eyes like a tiger.

Tang Song raised his wine glass and smiled at the burly man with shawl and long hair.

"suck it"

The sabre-toothed tiger's nose twitched a few times, and Tang Song's pupils shrank, as if a tiger in the forest had encountered a beast that could threaten it.

On his arms hanging on both sides, the sharp nails on his hands bulged like sharp daggers.

Seemingly noticing the abnormality of the saber-toothed tiger, Magneto raised his head and looked up at the observation deck on the upper floor.

There was only an empty circle of sun loungers.

...............

"boss!"

At this time, Skye, who was wearing a nightgown, came to the viewing platform from the door of the presidential suite with sleepy eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, he threw himself into Tang Song's arms in a daze.

After boarding the cruise ship yesterday, the sea was rippling, and Tang was so passionate that he practiced harder for a while, and Skye still feels sore in his hands and feet.

Tang Song put his arms around Skye and began to wander around the luxury cruise ship.

The top luxury cruise ship has no shortage of recreational facilities, from private theaters, dance floors, to DJ nightclubs, top restaurants, luxury jewelry stores, everything, it can be called a mobile version of the sea town.

Tang Song hugged Skye and just walked out of a dessert shop.

A handsome young man in a sky blue uniform with a few circles of gold embroidered on the cuffs tried to approach the two of them.

A big Germanic man who was following Tang Song took the first step and stopped him, and saw the big man's hand stretched into his arms.

The crew member quickly raised his hand: "Sir, I don't mean any harm, I just want to introduce you to some interesting things on this ship!"

Tang Song waved his hand, and the bodyguard brought the crew member closer.

"Hello, VIP, there is an entertainment room downstairs, which is exclusively for the entertainment of big people like you. I wonder if you are interested?"

The young crew member walked up to Tang Song, bowed slightly, and said softly.

"Recreation room, casino?" Tang Song's tone was flat, seemingly unsurprising.

It can be said that large luxury cruise ships are basically linked to gambling ships.

When the ship goes to the high seas, it is something that the people do not raise officials and do not investigate.

Tang Song himself runs a casino, but he has no interest in gambling.

The young crew seemed to see that Tang Song was not interested in gambling, so he continued in a low voice:
"Sir, we also have a boxing ring here. If you are interested in a boxing match, we will organize a boxing match tonight!"

Boxing matches, underground black boxing, Tang and Song came to a little bit of interest.

He took over an underground boxing ring of the Hand in New York, which can be said to be the largest and most profitable boxing ring in Brooklyn.

According to Ryan, the business was pretty good after taking over, but Tang Song never visited in person.

"Apart from these entertainments, do you have any other activities on board?"

Tang Song remembered the Magneto King he saw in Class A, and was suddenly curious about what was on the ship that could attract the two poles of this mutant to come here in person.

The young crew looked around and said furtively:
"Dear guest, three days later, the ship will hold an auction on the high seas. It is said that some really good things will be auctioned!"

There was regret in the voice of the young crew member: "However, it is said that this auction can only be attended by big shots with invitations..."

Really good stuff?Tang and Song came to the interest,
Looking at the expression of the young crew member who hesitated to speak, he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Can you get an invitation?"

"It is said that the captain has a few, but..."

The young crew made an international gesture.

"How much?" Tang Song asked directly.

The young crew member said softly: "One million dollars! If you are interested..."

...............

At night, after tasting the black pepper steak cooked by the chef from Italy, the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies started their nightlife.

Some dancers, some swimmers, some play ball, some gamble, and of course there are some who find a secluded corner to hang out with. Anyway, they are all travelers. After tonight, who will know who?

As for a small group of about a hundred guests, under the arrangement of the crew, they secretly came to the secret room in the bottom cabin of the ship.
In a large space with a length of 30 meters and a width of 20 meters, in the middle is a ten-meter-long and wide arena surrounded by barbed wire.
A small hole that can only be crawled in is opened in a corner of the barbed wire.
This is also to ensure the safety of the guests present, in case they are hit by a crazy boxer, the cruise line cannot afford this responsibility.

In the first fight, it took 2 minutes. A white boxer kicked from the side, and the chest of a boxer who seemed to be from India collapsed. The body flew more than five meters away and hung on the barbed wire fence. on the iron spikes.

The nearby audience cheered frantically, and several big fat men yelled again and again: "Happy, sweet dear, I love you... that's great, it's great to kill your opponent."

It looked like they had bet a lot on the white boxer.

The winning boxer crawled out of the cage like a dog, and accepted his manager's congratulations with a blank expression.

As for the dead boxer, the body was hung up with a rope, and his manager didn't look sad at all, just discussing something with the organizer and another crew member in the corner.

Tang Song looked at all this indifferently, looking at those ladies who usually possess infinite elegance and noble temperament,
At this moment, they yelled like a crazy shrew, regardless of their jewelry and hair accessories being messed up.

In the second round, two lean yellow men entered the arena. Soon, in 17 seconds, one of the slightly shorter fighters was kicked and broke his right leg bone, and the game was over.

A few guys yelled: "Fuck, you bastard, kill him, kill him, kill this lost dog." The ladies and ladies around them laughed coquettishly, like the boxer struggling on the ground Really like a dog.

A big fat man threw away the voided gambling ticket, and suddenly yelled: "Fuck, kill this dog who made us count money, fuck, I will pay 50 US dollars, kill him, kill him, kill him... .”

Almost all the audience shouted: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Banknotes were thrown into the cage like raindrops.

The managers of the two boxers present looked at each other, made two quick gestures, and made a thumbs down gesture to the victorious boxer in the field.

The victorious boxer rushed to the man on the ground with a stride, kicked him flying, and with a 'click', broke his neck.

A fat lady next to her closed her eyes slightly, and said 'oh, oh, oh, oh', but she was already stimulated to climax by the bloody scene.

Seeing this scene, Skye seemed to be frightened and curled up in Tang Song's arms.

Fox, who was following the two, frowned as he watched the bloody scene.

More people died in her hands than all the people in this fighting arena combined, but she is used to using a gun to bring God's verdict, rather than this kind of meaningless torture to death.

"Is this the elite of society? Is this the so-called upper class?"

Tang and Song said solemnly: "It is money that makes them and gangsters have the same difference between heaven and hell. If they don't have money,
They will become hooligans and prostitutes in order to live, in their bones, hehe. "

After a few matches, Tang and Song got tired of watching them. These boxers really don't have much technical content, and the organizers rely on the gimmick of bloody underground boxing matches to harvest these rich gamblers.

Tang Song took Skye back to the cruise suite...

...............

Just in the Tang and Song dynasties, on the other side.

Several Mercedes-Benz cars parked in front of the high-end apartment in Hell's Kitchen, New York.

In the middle of the convoy, Jin Ju, leaning on a cane and smoking a cigar, got out of the car and looked up at the lights of the apartment building.

"Boss, he's in the building, and he hasn't left the room since he came back from the law firm!"

A subordinate in charge of surveillance walked up to Jin Bin and reported the situation.

"Catch someone! I want to live!" Jin Bin took a deep breath on his cigar, and the burning cigar head looked like a scarlet devil's eye in the dark night.

Jin Bin gave an order, and a dozen gunmen entered the apartment majesticly, looking at the submachine guns and rifles in the hands of these burly men.

The two apartment security guards subconsciously looked at the old-fashioned shotgun under the table, shrank aside decisively, and hugged their heads.

Catch the blind lawyer and torture the man behind him.

Jin and smoking a cigar, in the dark night like a giant from hell.

Such a trivial matter as arresting people could have been done casually, but Jin Bing personally did it in order to show some people how important he was to this matter.

It is true that the FBI can't scare him, but the consortia behind the Federal Reserve are a big problem, and even Jin doesn't want to provoke them.

Unlike the puppet presidents who change every few years, those consortiums are the ones who really control the lifeline of the federation.

Someone asked Kim and the cooperating congressmen to send him a message to cut off the source of the super dollar bill. The position of the Senate that Jin has been seeking is a certainty.

Moreover, Jin Bin has a small thought, mastering the counterfeit banknote technology, even if he can't print US banknotes, printing British pounds and euros is still a lucrative business.

In New York, a place where heaven and hell coexist, only profit and money are the truly eternal truth.

But before that, Kim had to deal with the witness who sued him.

boom!
Jin Bin was smoking a cigar, and suddenly felt a violent vibration in the top of his head, followed by an explosion sound from a distance.

The shards of glass fell like raindrops, and Jin Bing dodged. The hill-like figure was as agile as a wild boar in the forest, showing a speed that was completely inconsistent with his size, and quickly dodged behind his bulletproof car.

"what happened?"

Jin He clenched his cane tightly, a flash of shock and anger flashed across his ferocious face, and his eyes locked on the upstairs.

In the upper half of the apartment building, the glass of half of the building was shattered by the earthquake, and several rooms on the twentieth floor were ablaze.

At this time, it was less than 5 minutes before the group of gunmen under him went upstairs.

hum hum...

Jin Bin was about to call his subordinates to go upstairs to check, when his mobile phone rang.

"Boss, something went wrong, two banks were robbed!"

The distressed voice of his subordinates came from the phone, Jin Bing's pupils shrank slightly, and his breath suddenly became strong.

"What did you say?" Jin Bin's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"Boss, Bank No. 3 and Bank No. 6 have been robbed, and all the money has been robbed! We..."

Snapped!Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Jin Bing threw his hands and smashed the phone to pieces.

"Go, go back!"

Looking at the exploded apartment building, Jin Bing tried his best to calm down and said coldly.

...............

"Who are you? Do you know whose place this is? Do you know whose money this is?"

In Jin Bing's underground bank, which is not a small bank, more than a dozen gunmen were killed on the spot. They were shot either between the eyebrows or the left chest, and blood flowed all over the place.

A group of heavily armed soldiers are quickly filling the large suitcases with dollar bills.

A big bald man with a scorpion tattoo on his head struggled to get up. Frank stepped forward and stabbed him through with a backhand dagger.

"Hurry up, we don't have much time!"

Frank gripped the blade with the crook of his arm, wiped the blood off the knife, and looked at the timer on his wrist.

(End of this chapter)