"My name is Sun Haoran, and I come from a big country in the East." Sun Haoran introduced himself politely, and gave the Maotai gift he brought from China to the captain in front of him as a sign of friendship.
"A little specialty is not disrespectful."
"This...how can this be so embarrassing?" The Russian captain said he refused, but his body honestly held the wine in his arms, as if he was afraid that Sun Haoran would snatch it back again.
But soon he showed a somewhat troubled look: "But I heard that Chinese people usually give gifts for a purpose. I guess you, sir, need my help with something, right?"
"Although I really want to refute, but... I do have something to ask you, Mr. Captain, this time." Sun Haoran smiled helplessly and did not continue to beat around the bush.
"Let me tell you the truth, I want to meet the captain here."
"Uh... sir, what do you mean by that?" The captain pointed to his hat, as if he didn't understand why the young man in front of him asked to see the captain in front of him. He was worried about the captain's hat on his head. Doubt it?
"This is Sasha Rybalko, the captain of the YAmAL. If you have any needs, sir, please feel free to ask."
"No, what I want to see is your real captain." Sun Haoran shook his head slowly and pointed at the ceiling above his head.
In fact, just by sensing the breath, he already knew the location of the real owner of the ship who was hiding in a certain layer that was forbidden to passengers on the ship. However, the ship was almost full of ordinary people, so he couldn't force his way in.
Seeing Sun Haoran's behavior, the captain was slightly stunned, and then a trace of vigilance flashed in his pupils, but it was fleeting.
"Sir, you are joking. How can there be two captains on a ship? I am the captain of this ship. I guarantee it."
"This is boring..." Seeing that the person in front of him accepted his gift and still wanted to fool himself, Sun Haoran shook his head helplessly and directly revealed the other person's identity.
"As far as I know, your real name is not Sasha Rybalko, but Alexander Rybalko, who was once a major in the Alpha special forces of the Russian Federal Security Service and was employed by the real captain here after retiring in 2001. Your driving skills are very poor, so you are not needed for normal driving. Your real responsibility is to be responsible for the security of this ship. After all, you are from the special forces." When Alexander heard these words, the expression on his face changed instantly, and he subconsciously stepped back , while putting his hands into his sleeves.
But he found that he couldn't move because the man in front of him was staring at him, yes, just staring at him.
The man's eyes changed in an instant, making him feel as if he was staring at a prehistoric beast. The strong pressure made him breathless and hesitant to move.
What a terrifying look, Alexander had one that would kill him if he dared to show his blade. This is what his keen intuition, which he has honed over many years on the battlefield, told him. Spending half his life on the edge of a knife has made him far more aware of danger than ordinary people.
"Who are you?" Alexander took a deep breath to calm down, and put away his posture of preparing to attack, but his muscles were still tense, but not for offense but to be able to respond to sudden attacks at any time.
Although he feels that he is no match for the person in front of him, if he wants to run away, he should still... be able to, right?
"Wise choice." Sun Haoran put away his scary eyes and smiled softly,
"Let me introduce you again. I am Sun Haoran, the executive officer of Nadutong Company. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you. Take me to see the real captain. Give this to him and he will meet me." Alexander Hearing this, he was shocked. He had already heard about the name of the company "Everywhere".
Should it be said that it deserves to be a company? It seems that everything on their ship has been investigated thoroughly, and it is said that the company's influence is limited to the country, but now it seems that the terrifying intelligence network may have spread to all parts of the world.
He reached out and took the thing handed over by Sun Haoran, with some doubts. It was a badge. On the badge was a half-dead World Tree, half with lush branches and half withered completely.
"What is this?" Alexander asked.
"You don't need to know, just give it to the captain, he will understand after seeing it." Sun Haoran said lightly.
According to the intelligence, the captain on this ship is very interested in the 'mysterious' things, almost to the level of belief. Unfortunately, the alien does not have a special symbol to prove his identity, so he can only borrow the school badge of Kassel College.
Presumably the captain would be very excited when he saw this school badge and invited him up to have a chat.
"Oh, okay, for the sake of the wine, I'll do it," Alexander said,
"But I have to remind you first that the captain doesn't like to meet outsiders, even if you are from the company. Originally, the rules on this ship were that only the person with the biggest bet could go up to see the captain. You have enough money with you. ?"
"Don't worry." Sun Haoran picked up the suitcase placed next to the table.
"You don't question the company's strength, do you?"
"Okay, I wish you good luck." Alexander glanced at the suitcase. He had long heard that the company was backed by the state. It seemed that it was true. As long as it was used for legitimate purposes, money was just a number to the company.
But he couldn't figure out why such a big company sent people to find their captain. Could it be that you want to ask them to help transport the goods?
This is a passenger ship. ···········Soon, Alexander brought Sun Haoran to a closed door.
He entered the code and the door to the engine room, which read 'No entry to non-concessionaires,' opened. No one would know that behind this rough and heavy iron door is an exquisite and luxurious elevator, with white marble covering the floor and walls, plaid mosaics dotted with emeralds, and a brilliant crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the elevator. It illuminates the original Renoir painting on the wall.
The elevator took the two people up slowly. When I opened it again, I felt like I had entered a luxurious palace. The entire aisle was hung with original works of artists, from Rembrandt to Titian to Rubens to Van Gogh, a series of names that dazzled the painting world.
The Belarusian girls, with their long blond hair in high ponytails and red miniskirts, stepped forward to greet the guests.
The girls swarmed over, and the two most beautiful ones came to Sun Haoran and wanted to hold his arms, but they were frightened by a look just like Alexander. Fortunately, Alexander next to him smoothed things over and said that weapons are not allowed here. These girls are Responsible for security inspection.
Security check? Are you dressed like this for security inspection at your home? Can I have a massage service while going through security?
Sun Haoran said it was great, but it was a pity that he would not accept this trick.
"Don't worry, I don't have anything with me except money." As he said that, Sun Haoran opened the suitcase for the girls to check, and took off his coat. There was only the lining under the coat. Through the fabric, you could clearly see the closeness of his body. Perfect silhouette, no place to hide a weapon.
"You don't need to take off your pants, right?"
"Of course... of course not." Alexander was stunned and smiled awkwardly. After all, the person in front of you is considered a distinguished guest, so it would be disrespectful to continue to ask him to take off his clothes.
But this guy is really traditional and conservative. Is he so unwilling to be touched by girls? After a formal security check, the blue carved door in front has been opened. A large gambling table is placed in the elegant white and sea blue hall. The bookshelf next to it is filled with gambling equipment. A captain in white The old man in uniform was sitting behind the gambling table, hunched over his back and looking at the people who came in with surprise.
The Belarusian girls closed the door behind them, and Sun Haoran walked to the gaming table and sat down, looking at the old man in front of him.
He looked at the old captain calmly. He knew clearly that he was just an ordinary person. He was so old that he was no longer human. His withered body could no longer straighten his spine. His whole body was almost lying on the gaming table. If I were to say that the only part of my body that was still alive, it would probably be those burning eyes.
At this moment, the old man looked at Sun Haoran with burning eyes as if he had discovered a new world.
"You really do exist! You really do exist!" The old man screamed hoarsely, like a child,
"Executive Department of Kassel College, right? You are from the Executive Department of Kassel College!" The old captain stretched out his bony hand, as if he wanted to really get in touch with this legendary existence.
"Yes, former commissioner of the Executive Department, Sun Haoran." Sun Haoran said lightly,
"Your real name is Vincent von Andrés, a German-Argentinian. Although your name has never appeared on the Forbes list, you are actually one of the richest people in Argentina. No one knows Where did you make your money? You rented this ship from the Russian authorities at the beginning of this century and have been living on the top floor of this place, with no one except a handful of deep-pocketed punters knowing that you are the real one here captain."
"As expected of Kassel Academy! Absolutely correct!" Old Captain Vincent smiled happily,
"But what is the former commissioner you are talking about? Does it mean that you are no longer at Kassel College?"
"Yes, there is no need for me to stay there any longer." Sun Haoran said lightly,
"I am currently the executive officer of the Abnormal Biological Countermeasures Group of Nadotong Company."
"Wow! It turns out that the 'Everywhere' in the East is also related to the world over there? This is really an unexpected surprise! Things seem to be getting more interesting! I don't have time to know the follow-up story!" Old Vincent Te looked excited.
"Um? What's the subsequent story?" Sun Haoran was confused. Although he knew that the old man probably knew some things that ordinary people should not know, why did he feel that their existence was more like a story in the eyes of the other party?
"Don't you know?" Old Vincent rubbed his hands excitedly,
"Your stories have been written and widely known! But many people think they are fiction, but I know very well that you must be real!"
"???? What?" Sun Haoran's head was full of black lines, and he had already made a guess about this. Sure enough, the excited old Vincent's next words confirmed his guess: "May I ask who the 'Domineering Prince' Caesar, 'Eternal Burning Eye Magician' Chu Zihang, and 'The Dragon Slayer of Flame' Fingel are?" Your friend? Oh, by the way, there is also Lu Mingfei, the 'Sakura of the Gods'! What's your nickname?"
"I probably don't have a nickname." Sun Haoran's head was full of black lines, and it was indeed written by that bastard Fingel. It seems to be called "Legend of the Japanese Dragon Slayer". This guy has never been to Japan at all. He probably pried the rough content out of Lu Mingfei's mouth and then made it up. However, this guy is quite sensible and didn't take it seriously. He also wrote it in, probably because he was afraid of being hammered.
Old Vincent said,
"The story won't be updated until the White King falls! Can you tell me the content behind it? Or the author's home address. I'll send him a knife... Oh no, it's a gift." Speaking of this, Old Vincent He was so angry that he wondered if the author didn't know how to write!
Of course Sun Haoran knew why Fingel stopped updating. After all, nothing important had happened since his trip to Japan.
"Since you know us, I won't talk nonsense to you." Although I really wanted to tell the old man in front of me the address of the college, I thought about it and forgot about it.
"Let's get down to business."
"Okay." Old Vincent quickly calmed down after getting excited.
"But if you want to ask a question, you have to bet with me first. Do you have enough money?" Sun Haoran put the suitcase on the table and took out a dozen cashier's checks from his pocket, yes, a dozen: " I have cash and bank cashier's checks here, it's up to you how to play with it." He said and took out a bank card and threw it to the other party like magic: "Of course, the premise is that you feel qualified to play with me. If so." Old Vincent looked at the bank card sliding from the table to him, with a hint of anger on his face. Was he looking down on him?
Actually saying that he is not qualified? This man clearly knew the wealth he controlled, so why did he talk to him so arrogantly?
He immediately ordered the girl next to him to use this bank card for capital verification. But soon, the results of the capital verification made him think that his eyes were dim.
Good guy... Did this person bring the treasury to bet with him? A trace of cold sweat broke out on old Vincent's forehead: "No... As expected, he has access to everything." It seems that everywhere is connected. It seems that it is a state-owned enterprise. This is no longer described as being extremely wealthy. What he is facing at this moment is a The country’s financial resources are powerful enough to shake up the global economy.
No matter how much wealth he had, it was just a drop in the bucket in front of such a size. This is really no fun.
If the opponent studs, he is not even qualified to follow. The expression on Vincent's face completely changed. He was confident that he could win a city in the casino, but now he was facing a country!
Even if the opponent dares to lose to him on purpose, does he dare to win? That is simply courting death.
"So...are you still betting?" Sun Haoran's calm voice brought Vincent back to reality.
