"Old Zhao, come with me." When the Industrial Ship, 2,000 nautical miles away from the Sea of ​​Japan, was forced to stop by the Japanese ship, the monk began to make follow-up arrangements.

Select a passage with few people to take him into the bottom floor, and try to minimize the number of times he is seen. The monk asked him to change into the clothes of the deck workers on the bottom floor.

"This is your work card, come here." He pulled Lao Zhao to the machine, and the monk looked at his neat hair and clean face.

Without saying a word, he reached out to touch the machine a few times, and then started to put on makeup for him.

He also took away the imported glasses on his nose and replaced them with cheap large-framed glasses.

"Your name is Zhao Si, you live in Chinatown, Los Angeles. There is a 76-year-old mother at home. Your father is Zhao Laosan. He died many years ago. Your mother's name is..."

While taking him to the power cabin, the monk repeated the information about "Zhao Si".

This person is real and looks a bit similar to Lao Zhao, except that he is not on this ship.

Now, he should be spending money in a casino in Vegas, and he can't extricate himself from being addicted to alcohol and sex, right?

"Remember?" Before entering the power cabin, the monk looked at him and asked seriously.

"Well, no problem, I have a good memory." Old Zhao smiled lightly.

"That's good." He took him into the power cabin, and the monk immediately turned into an invisible person and disappeared into the intricate passage.

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhao couldn't find his trace, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

Fortunately, most of the people working here are Chinese, and the foreman even shouted in cursingly: "Zhao Si, where did you go? You won't get out of work for me."

"Ah~~" When he met the other party's fierce gaze, Old Zhao realized that he was Zhao Si and nodded quickly: "Yes, I'll go now, go now."

"Here, reduce the pressure and prepare the boiler to be sealed. What a damn... How did this Japanese guy find us?" The foreman cursed and turned away.

"Zhao Si, where are you going these days? Just hearing the foreman say you are here, I just don't see you."

As soon as the foreman left, someone came over to talk to him. It seemed that he was familiar with Zhao Si before.

"...I met a fellow villager... a rich man, I asked me to go up and play for a few days." Lao Zhao was still a little bumpy when he started to say it, and soon he became responsive.

The reason why smart people are smart people means that they are different.

Although Lao Zhao had never personally handled the work at hand, the principle was still clear. After looking at the movements of others, he soon became handy.

Just as I was busy working, someone suddenly touched him, "The Japanese are here."

Lao Zhao turned his head and saw a little familiar.

After a closer look, ‘This, isn’t this a monk?’

The monk standing in front of him had changed a lot, with a mustache and a mole on his face. His previously delicate face was filled with a silly smile, looking like a fool.

"Wang Shitou." The monk grinned and said.

"Zhao...Zhao Si." After being fucked like this, Lao Zhao's nervousness disappeared.

"You, everyone gathers together, the commander has something to say." The Japanese devils came down, and there was still a dog-legged man next to them.

Seeing the other party bowing in front of the Japanese and showing off his might in front of them, I wanted to kill him with one punch.

Seeing that no one understood, the other party shouted twice, pulled out the gun from his belt, held up a threat and said, "Do you all want to eat guns?"

Monk...No, it's Wang Shitou.

Wang Shitou glanced at the surroundings in a faint way, and everyone began to unite in the middle.

But behind the Japanese that could not see, more than a dozen people quickly disappeared into the complex space.

They are not afraid of fighting.

The key problem is that if the ships outside are madly bombarded, they can't do anything even if they have three heads and six arms.

After learning that everyone had already combined here, the adjutant beside the Japanese took out a photo and walked to the team to start comparing one by one.

Seeing this scene, the monk's heart rose.

'The other party is indeed prepared, but I don't know if he will recognize Lao Zhao, and is he looking for him?'

Before these issues are uncertain, he does not intend to do it first, but he is also ready to do it.

Now, he can only hope that the brothers outside will move faster and not be able to die.

This is a vast sea, and the ship is really sunk, and no one on the ship can survive.

"You, your name." Someone was asked about his name, but it was not Lao Zhao.

"Wang Shan." The slightly thin man said with his chest straight.

"You, your name." The other party said nothing and directly clicked another person.

"Fang Wu." A cold and unrestrained voice rang out.

"you..."

"you..."

Soon seven or eight people were pointed out, and there was no way to tell what the Japanese were doing.

Soon, the other party came to Lao Zhao, pointed at him and asked, "Your name."

"Zhao Si." Old Zhao also wanted to follow others, raise his arms and straighten his chest.

But his bookish spirit could not express the roughness and strength of the workers.

Seeing the Japanese Adjutant stopped, the monk knew that he was going to suffer. Without any hesitation, he pulled out his pistol from behind and shouted: "Close the door."

Bang……

The power cabin, which was previously very calm, immediately turned into a chaotic battlefield.

But the battle comes quickly and goes quickly.

More directly, it's like a one-sided massacre.

The Japanese did not expect that behind the machines and pipes around them, there were a group of well-trained professional special guards holding Thomson light machine guns.

"Turn the machine up, release the steam, and make some noise..." After changing the gun, the bullet was inserted behind the back, the monk ordered his men to clean up the body.

"What should I do now?" Lao Zhao just got into the role and couldn't continue to act in this play.

"Wait." The monk looked at him calmly, without any fear in his eyes.

In fact, he was not sure whether the brothers outside could succeed, but now they can only choose to believe it.

If he made a mistake, he would be prepared to have someone rush onto the other ship with a grenade and die together with the Japanese.

Then he used a lifeboat to send Lao Zhao away. As for what to do later, that is the question that should be thought of later.

boom!

While the monk was calmly sitting in the passage and closing his eyes while he was sleeping, his entire hull swayed slightly.

Then there was another "boom" sound, and the deck above heard rapid steps, accompanied by gunfire.

"Start the engine, start the engine, let's leave here..." An excited shout rang out from the telegraph, and the power cabin immediately became busy like a wind.

"What happened?" Lao Zhao asked in a daze.

"If you guess correctly, they should have succeeded." The monk's expression was not much joy.

Because he knew that this would be accompanied by sacrifice, and he hoped that they would not shed too much blood.

"Open the hatch door and increase the motivation. We are going home." The monk took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it in his hand and waved it high, like a flag.
Chapter completed!