The supreme master of the female president

After cleaning the pistol, Yang Yitian lay on his back on the bed, staring at the lamp hanging above, his eyes were dim and empty, revealing a ray of sadness.

Recalling Jiang Xinyao's smile, her body temperature, the scent of her beautiful hair, and the appearance that she intimately called her husband, Yang Yitian felt sad and melancholy.

"Wooooooo"

Suddenly, a piercing siren broke the silence of the cruise ship, and pulled Yang Yitian back from his melancholy thoughts.

Yang Yitian's forehead tightened, and he smelled something wrong. At the same time, there were hurried footsteps outside, and many people exclaimed in fear.

"boom!"

The deafening gunshots rang out violently. Yang Yitian's complexion changed slightly. He held the pistol and opened the door with a small gap. Surrounded by guns in pursuit.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yitian suddenly thought of something, probably a certain gang was ambushing on the cruise ship, waiting for an opportunity to rob and make a fortune.

However, the following picture let Yang Yitian know that he guessed wrong, because this group of vicious thugs, not for money at all, but for accuracy, drove all the tourists to the deck, as if they were looking for who.

A muscular black ghost with his face covered pointed a semi-automatic rifle at Yang Yitian's position and roared loudly, "Come out, I saw you!"

Yang Yitian was calm and composed, he didn't rush to resist, opened the door and walked out, and said lightly: "I'll go with you."

The nigger covered his face, seeing that Yang Yitian was a yellow man and not threatening, he walked up to him and searched him, then pushed him onto the empty sightseeing deck of the cruise ship.

At this time, the sightseeing deck of the cruise ship was full of tourists from various countries, and everyone looked extremely panicked. Some of them tried to exchange money for safety, but were hit in the stomach by a gun butt, and fell to the ground in pain. Howling.

Yang Yitian squatted down in the crowded crowd, and his sharp pupils glanced around. There were only seven or eight fierce gun-wielding thugs in this group, but they had all received professional training. Their eyes were full of bloodlust. Already stained with blood.

After more than ten minutes, everyone on the cruise ship was rushed to the deck, including the captain of the ship.

"Who are you guys? No matter what purpose you have, it's best not to hurt everyone's lives, otherwise the navy of our empire on which the sun never sets will definitely come to destroy you at the fastest speed." The captain of the cruise ship was a night man. Chinese, he gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, standing in front of the crowd and said without fear.

"boom!"

However, what responded to the captain of the cruise ship was a bullet from a pistol, which pierced his calf and knee, and he knelt on the ground bleeding profusely.

This bloody and brutal scene made everyone hold their breath, so terrified that they didn't even dare to breathe, Yang Yitian squinted his eyes.

"This is an international sea area, and it does not belong to any country's jurisdiction. Before doing anything, I blocked the communication on the ship. Even if I kill all of you, there is still enough time to escape, so don't threaten me." The old man with a 92F pistol came out with a cold voice, as if he was the leader of this group of murderers.

The captain was sweating profusely on his forehead, clutching his bleeding calf, and screaming in pain, all the security personnel of the cruise ship did not dare to take any action.

The old Maozi covered his face with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of very dark pupils. He glanced at the tourists on the deck and said coldly: "We are looking for a woman, and it won't hurt your lives, but It is best not to make any small moves in advance, otherwise this sea area will be your burial place."

After finishing speaking, the old Maozi winked, and several people under his hand, armed with semi-automatic rifles, walked into the crowded crowd, looking for the woman they wanted to arrest.

Yang Yitian squatted very calmly. He is not a saint. As long as he doesn't offend him, he doesn't bother to make a move. As for the safety of these tourists, he has nothing to do with him.

But at this moment, a slender figure in the distance slowly came to Yang Yitian's side.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and found that it was the Ying country woman named Ryoko Yamamoto from before. Obviously, this group of vicious thugs seemed to be coming for her.

"Help me" Looking at Yang Yitian's calm face, Ryoko Yamamoto begged softly.

Yang Yitian's face was expressionless, and he didn't pay attention to Ryoko Yamamoto's intentions at all, but he was a little confused in his heart. Why did she come to seek help from him? Could it be that she was in a hurry and went to the doctor in desperation, so she begged for help indiscriminately.

Moreover, what is the reason for these people to go all out to capture Ryoko Yamamoto? Could it be that she has something very important on her body.

Seeing that Yang Yitian was unmoved, and those thugs who came to look for her were getting closer, Ryoko Yamamoto bit her lip, and suddenly stretched out her slender hands, pushing Yang Yitian to the side, trying to attract his attention Strength, take the opportunity to give yourself a chance to sneak away.

However, how could Yang Yitian do what Ryoko Yamamoto wanted, when she was about to push her wrist, he grabbed her wrist forcefully and squeezed harder, causing her to let out an ah-ha in pain.

"Are you looking for death?" Yang Yitian's deep pupils instantly became cold and domineering, releasing a suffocating sense of oppression. Ryoko Yamamoto was stunned, she had never seen such terrifying eyes.

The old Maozi, who covered his face, noticed the turmoil in Yang Yitian's place, and walked forward coldly with a gun, pointed at the two of them and said grimly: "You guys, stand up!"

Ryoko Yamamoto was trembling all over, she didn't expect that she would be found out, and she glared at Yang Yitian reproachfully, not only did not help, but also put herself in a desperate situation.

"I said, you stand up." Seeing that Yang Yitian and Ryoko Yamamoto didn't obey his order, and the old Maozi covered his face, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and said fiercely again.

Yang Yitian let go of Ryoko Yamamoto's hand, stood up and met the old man's eyes, those dark pupils were silent, without the slightest fear.

Ryoko Yamamoto rubbed Yang Yitian's pinched red wrist, facing Lao Maozi's muzzle, he could only stand up reluctantly.

"Smelly woman, I finally found you, but you continue to run away." Staring at Ryoko Yamamoto's face, Lao Mao Ziyin sneered deeply, put the gun on her head, and said in a stern voice: "Take it!" Hand over the things to me!"

Ryoko Yamamoto was about to say something, but after seeing Yang Yitian's stern face, a small thought appeared in his heart, pointing at him and saying: "I gave him the things, you can ask him where he is!"