Rebel Demon King

Chapter 964 Adrift is the fate of the ship (1)

Winter season.

The Rhone River, which leads to the Mediterranean Sea, is cloudy and rainy. On one side of the Rhone River is a green field, and on the other side is the small town of Arles, where Van Gogh once lived.Although this beautiful Mediterranean town is small, it has a unique style.Most of the buildings in the town are built of beige granite. If it is a sunny day, standing on a high place to browse, it looks like an ancient Roman town made of gold.

Therefore, summer is the peak tourist season for this small town. Not only are there historic buildings and endless Mediterranean style, but also the famous Pagliardi Easter celebration and rice harvest festival, all of which have local characteristics.In addition, a large-scale international photography exhibition is held in the town every July. Women in gorgeous Provence national costumes walk around the streets, filling the town with a cheerful and active atmosphere.

However, it is winter now.

Affected by the Mediterranean Sea, Arles often rains in winter, which is not a good time to travel.The empty town was soaked in the icy rain, like a deserted ruin.

As dusk approached, the sky grew darker.

A white three-story yacht sailed through the drizzle, sailing through the wind and waves in the empty Rhone River towards Arles.A moment later it came to rest next to a ruined bridge plinth where a pontoon gas station with a blue plastic roof stood.

After the yacht approached, a tall and strong Asian man came out from the cab. He was wearing a tight white long-sleeved T-shirt and a "I LOVE Paris" trucker hat. He lowered his head slightly, making people Unable to see his face clearly, he stood in the corridor of the yacht and shouted to the old man who was dozing in the duty room in pronounced Chinglish: "Sir, help me add some diesel!"

Maybe it was because the old man with wrinkled face and white hair was sleeping too soundly, maybe it was because the wind and rain were too noisy, the old man who was sleeping soundly was covered with a thin blanket and sat motionless in the rocking chair.

So the man had to brave the rain and jumped from the yacht to the pontoon. He moved lightly, walked without making a sound, and walked like a cat, to be precise, like a tiger. He looked around and walked to the duty room in the center of the pontoon. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass window a few times, waking up the sleeping old man.

The old man came out of the duty room sleepily, and immediately shivered when the cold wind blew through the cold rain, so he walked back tremblingly, put on his work clothes slowly, and then The man muttered French while urging invisible eyes and came to the refueling machine, and drew out the long-nozzle refueling gun.

The old man shouted to the man standing beside him in not-so-fluent English: "Hey! Turn off all engines, electric motors and kitchen stoves, turn off the main switch of the battery, and tell everyone on the boat to come down."

"It's all closed." The man replied, and then he turned his head and asked, "Is there a store here? I still need to buy something. Food, water, drinks, etc."

"Of course. Where would there be no shops!" The old man turned around and pointed to a towering spire on the shore. The town is full of bungalows and there are no particularly tall buildings. Those spires standing in the wind and rain are all iconic buildings. "There's a supermarket there, and you can buy everything you want, whether it's food, water, or fishing gear!"

The man said "thank you", and the old man was about to ask if you were the only one on board, when he heard the man shout in Chinese to the cabin: "Xiaomei! Come out and go buy something."

A rather high-spirited female voice came from the yacht, and a short while later, a tall woman with short hair, wearing straight-leg jeans and a light pink 21 early spring Moncler down jacket, came out of the yacht.

Just when the woman jumped onto the pontoon with her long legs, the wind and rain seemed to stop for a second. The old man holding the oil gun looked dumbfounded, stared intently at the short-haired beauty and had a conversation with the man. Putting it on and rushing into the rain, he said to the man beside him, "so beautiful! She's really a girl like an elf."

The man ignored the old man's praise and said quickly, "You can refuel. There is no one else on board."

Reluctantly, the old man withdrew his gaze from the woman's leaving back, turned on the gas dispenser, then turned his head to the man and said, "Open the lid!"

The trembling sound of the tanker broke the silence of the river, and the man who was looking around as if he was on guard for something replied impatiently, "It's open, it's unlocked!"

"Oh! Do you want an old man like me to bend over and open the fuel tank cap for you?"

The man glanced at the old man blankly, and the old man immediately stared back, "What are you looking at? What country are you from? Why are you so rude!"

The man didn't answer, just took two steps, bowed in the pattering rain, stepped on the side of the boat to open the fuel tank cap, and then whispered: "Fill it up."

The old man poked the refueling gun into the mouth of the fuel tank, hung up the refueling gun, looked at this rather luxurious yacht, and asked puzzledly, "Going to sea in this weather?"

"Yeah!" The man paused and added as if explaining, "It's not a thunderstorm and windy day, a little rain, it's very suitable for fishing."

"Fishing is okay." The old man smiled ambiguously, "I think you can drive a little farther, maybe there will be no rain after you go a little farther out to sea. But it's better to go to Marseille if you come to fish here. We don't have any fishing grounds here. Although there is a density current, the nutrients on the bottom of the sea are not easy to float up, so there is very little bait. Really, believe me, you might as well go to Marseille, where the scenery is good, and hake can be caught on the fjord side If the marlin is lucky, you might be able to catch a bluefin tuna, and that would be a fortune." The old man glanced at the yacht again, shook his head and said, "Of course, you don't look like you are short of money. "

The old man chattered enthusiastically, while the man stood aside and seemed to be listening, but in fact he was calmly guarding.

When he found an opening, the man interrupted the old man to continue popularizing fishing and travel guides, and asked casually, "How long does it usually take to fill up?"

"See how big your gas tank is."

"This. I really don't remember much."

"I think there are at least 3000 liters. Wait! It's only about 10 minutes." After a pause, the old man asked again, "Which country are you from? Japanese?"

After seeing the short-haired beauty, the old man became more curious about the two.The man beside him was absent-minded all the time, but when the old man asked where they were from, the man suddenly tensed up. He turned his head to stare at the old man, and said as if nothing had happened: "No, no, we are Cana adults."

"Canada? Japanese or Chinese? Did you come to France for vacation?" the old man continued to ask.

"We are Koreans," the man observed the old man's facial expression and replied.

"It turned out to be Korean." The old man spread his hands, "I'm sorry, I don't know much about your Asians. I only know one Asian star, what's her name? The girl who played Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, to be honest, She's not as beautiful as that girl just now, not even half of it, oh my god! It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful Asian girl, she's even hotter than Sophie Marceau"

"Jump the gun."

The man interrupted the old man's gleeful chatter, and the old man turned around to pull out the oil gun. At this moment, the man squinted his eyes and stared at the slightly bent back of the old man, just like the focused eyes of a tiger pouncing on its prey.

The white yacht swayed slightly in the slanting wind and drizzle, and the raindrops hit the emerald green river, causing ripples and ripples, and an unknown big bird soared into the sky in the wilderness on the other side of the river.

The old man turned off the pump and leaned over to grab the gun.The man's hand that was hanging loosely on the trouser pocket turned into a hand knife, and his eyes had already locked on the old man's white and frail neck. He licked his lower lip, and took a light step forward, as if he was about to make a move. At this moment there was a shout in the distance.

"Brother Quan, help me lift this thing, it's so heavy!"

The man squinted his eyes, hesitated for two seconds, then relaxed his body, turned around and walked off the pontoon, facing the short-haired beauty carrying two large plastic bags.

The old man was completely unaware of the experience he had just walked before the gate of hell. He inserted the oil gun into the fuel dispenser and shouted at the man's back: "2404 Euro, credit card or cash?"

Jing Quantou said without looking back, "Pay in cash."

After a while, the old man stood on the edge of the pontoon with 2500 euros and watched the yacht sailing towards the sea. Then he saw the ship number on the stern, and he muttered suspiciously: "Why is this ship from Paris? How far is it?" ?”

It wasn't until the yacht disappeared in the mist that the old man looked down at the 2500 euros in his hand, 96 of which were tips from rich Koreans. He put aside his doubts, walked back to the duty room, locked the 2400 euros into the cash box, and put The remaining hundred euros were pocketed.

The largest tip he had ever received in his life made him smile. The old man shook his head and said to himself, "It's enough to go to Marseilles to find an Asian woman who has lost his way and have fun."

The old man looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and there was only half an hour left before leaving get off work at 05:30. After thinking about it, the old man decided to leave work early today, and there was still time to drive to Marseille.

After tidying up the house, the old man went out to check the fuel dispenser, recorded the value of the fuel gauge, and checked whether there was any leakage in the fuel dispenser. After finishing the routine work, the old man returned to the duty room, took off his blue overalls, and locked the cash box. After entering the safe, he changed into a plaid suit and a plaid cap of the same style and walked out of the duty room, then locked the door behind him.

At this moment, a patrol boat with the French flag sailed towards the pontoon quickly. The iron-gray hull of the boat broke through billowing blue waves, splashing countless white water splashes. Before the old man had time to get out of the pontoon, he Docked at the location where the yacht was docked not long ago.

A man wearing a French police uniform came out of the cockpit amidst the noise of the engine. Before the police had time to speak, they heard the old man standing on the stairs of the pontoon shouting: "It's off duty! Please go to St. Louis ahead." Come on Hong Kong."

The old man's tone was very unhappy, and he had no fear of the policemen with pistols on their waists and the 30mm naval guns standing on the deck of the patrol boat.

The policeman straightened his big-brimmed hat with his hand, and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you, I won't cheer you up, I just have a question I want to ask you."

"What's the problem? Please hurry up!"

"Have you seen any strange persons or ships lately?"

"Strange people and ships?" The old man frowned.

"Yes! Especially if you see any Asians!"

"Yes! Yes!" The old man became excited. He took back his foot on the stairs, walked to the patrol boat and asked excitedly, "Are you tracking down the terrorists who attacked Paris?"

The policeman nodded and said, "That's right! Did you find anything suspicious?"

"Just now, a yacht from Paris refueled here. There are two Canadian Koreans on board!"

"Paris?" The policeman who was still a little casual just now stood up straight, and he asked seriously, "Did you talk to them?"

The old man immediately recounted what happened just now, not forgetting to emphasize "that short-haired girl is so pretty".

While listening to the old man's long-winded narration, the police looked up to check the pontoon. When they saw a camera above the tanker, they interrupted the old man's statement without many clues and asked, "Where is the computer that stores the surveillance video?"

The old man pointed to the duty room and said, "It's in the duty room."

The policeman glanced at the duty room and asked, "How big is the ship? How much fuel has been added?"

"A 30-meter-long yacht is considered large, and about 2600 liters of diesel fuel has been added." The old man squeezed the money in his pocket, and decided not to tell about the 96 Euro tip.

The policeman smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The old man spread his hands and asked very strangely: "Don't you need me to transfer the surveillance to you?"

"No, I don't need it, I can do it myself." The policeman shook his head, then raised his hand casually, a red light flashed, and the surprised expression on the old man's face had not dissipated before it turned into a ball of flames in the air .

The policeman disappeared in place, and within ten seconds, he came out of the duty room with a computer case in his arms. He kicked the door tightly with his heels, and jumped to the door of the cockpit of the patrol boat like a bird.

The patrol boat that didn't turn off the engine increased its horsepower, and without a second's delay, it quickly left the pontoon and headed for the sea.

The sound of the engine gradually faded away, and the humid river wind instantly blew away the burnt smell on the pontoon, as if nothing had happened here.

After a while, when the sky was getting dark, a patrol boat with an iris flag came to the side of the pontoon. The people on it came to check and found no one, so they left quickly.
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The Mediterranean Sea is quite stormy at night, and the small yacht, which is considered a giant in the Rhone River, is like a toy boat in the embrace of the Mediterranean Sea. It follows the wind, wears the stars and wears the moon and gradually moves away from the dimly lit coastline, towards Sardinia, Italy. Speeding towards the island.

Seeing the vast and dark sea, Jing Quan breathed a sigh of relief. As a gang member who once ran Penglai Island, he is used to the sea and the darkness. These two things that others fear can give him a sense of security.

After hijacking Cheng Mo's body, the escape career of carefully hiding XZ has stretched his nerves to the limit. Seeing that "the sky allows birds to fly, and the sea is wide to allow fish to leap", Jing Quan's mood relaxes a little.

Thinking of Cheng Mo who lost his memory after being knocked out with a stick by himself, Jing Quan felt extremely dizzy.He really couldn't tell whether the insidious and cunning kid really lost his memory or was acting. He had tried to torture him before. There was a deep knife cut on his right arm, but he still didn't ask anything.

This annoyed Jing Quan very much. He didn't believe that there are people in the world who are not afraid of death, so he decided to be ruthless now.

Jing Quan set up the autopilot, walked out of the cockpit, and went straight to the bottom cabin.There is a luxurious living room and five guest rooms in the bottom warehouse.At this time, the door of the guest room was tightly closed, and there were six tied up people with socks stuffed in their mouths sitting on the sofa in the living room.

One of them suddenly was Cheng Mo.

His face was a little pale, and gauze was wrapped around his head and right arm, and blood was still oozing from the gauze on his right arm.And the Tai Chi Dragon uniform on his body has long since disappeared, leaving only a tattered T-shirt stained with blood. There are countless scratches on the T-shirt, like the marks of a whip.

As for the other five, they were white, three men and two women. They all wore bright and beautiful clothes. Although these people were well dressed and had not been abused, their faces were covered with sweat and their eyes were frightened.

On the contrary, apart from being a little tired, the bruised Cheng Mo didn't have much fear in his eyes.

Jing Quan took off his baseball cap, threw it on the tea table, walked up to Cheng Mo, grabbed the rope and lifted him up from the sofa, then Jing Quan reached out and took out the socks from Cheng Mo's mouth, and said with a sneer: " Now that we are at sea, I have time to play with you."

Cheng Mo didn't speak, just coughed dryly a few times, then he was punched in the stomach, and his body bowed like a shrimp.

Gao Yuemei rushed out of the room when she heard the voice, she pushed Jing Quan, but Jing Quan remained motionless, Gao Yuemei shouted hoarsely: "He has lost his memory, why are you torturing him?"

"Amnesia? This bastard is full of tricks, so you just believe what he says!" Jing Quan punched Cheng Mo in the abdomen again, Cheng Mo trembled and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Gao Yuemei screamed, grabbed Jing Quan's arm and opened her mouth to bite, but Jing Quan's arm was like reinforced rubber, Gao Yuemei didn't even leave a mark when she mouthed it, and Jing Quan pushed it away.

"Gao Yuemei, I warn you, don't do it endlessly!" Jing Quan shook Cheng Mo twice, and said angrily, "What the hell do you think he is a good guy? He didn't blink his eyes when he chopped off my brother's hand For a moment, now that I punch him twice, you're going crazy."

"You've tortured him for several days!" Gao Yuemei, who fell to the ground, yelled first, and then begged in a low voice: "Brother Quan, can't you talk about it? When Cheng Mo recovers his memory, He will definitely return Brother Xing to you, and if he also gives you money, you can give it as much as you want."

Jing Quan looked down at Gao Yuemei as if he couldn't bear it, he sighed, then looked up at Cheng Mo's sweaty face, and said in a deep voice: "This is the last chance I'll give you, let go of my brother immediately , give me three more watches and $500 billion and I will cut off only one hand and spare your life."

Cheng Mo smiled wryly, and replied weakly: "I really don't remember anything."

Jing Quan was silent for a while, nodded to Cheng Mo, and said with a cruel smile: "Okay! I will help you remember!"

Speaking of which, Jing Quan casually grabbed another white man from the sofa, carried a man in one hand, and carried Cheng Mo and the white man to the deck like chickens.He walked to the railing and lifted Cheng Mo and the white man out of the yacht at the same time.Jing Quan let go of his hands like a showmanship, and the bodies of Cheng Mo and the white man quickly fell towards the rough black sea.

Just as the waves stirred up by the boat hit Cheng Mo's face, Jing Quan grabbed the rope tied around Cheng Mo's and the white man's feet.The tall white man hit the ship's side, shaking like a baby on a sunny day in a strong wind.

Cheng Mo, who was much lighter, stopped shaking very quickly. He turned his head and saw the white man twisting his body in the hunting sea breeze, moaning "woo woo". There was yellow liquid in his pants running down his white shirt. flow down.The white man struggled desperately like a big fish out of water, and the tears that shone with lights were blown away by the sea breeze as soon as they left his eyes.

Jing Quan's ethereal voice came from above: "I'll count to three, this is really the last chance!"

The salty sea water splashed on Cheng Mo's face, he no longer looked at the dying white man beside him, but just licked the water drops around his mouth, watching the streamer reflected on the dark sea with no expression on his face, letting his body Swaying in the wind.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"thump!"

The white man fell into the deep sea, and disappeared without a trace without even splashing a big splash.

Gao Yuemei's scream came from the boat again, followed by a "bang", Gao Yuemei fell silent, Cheng Mo frowned, and Jing Quan asked with a sinister smile, "Do you remember now? If you haven't remembered it, you will be like that person just now, sinking into the sea! You know that my Jingquan has never said nothing!"

Cheng Mo twisted his body and shouted: "Let me go! I really don't remember anything! I will tell you everything when I remember!"

"Dog X, you don't believe I will kill you, do you?"

"I really don't remember!" Cheng Mo replied in panic.

"Good! Good!" Jing Quan shouted furiously against the wind.

Cheng Mo was indifferent, he opened his eyes wide, seeing the sea of ​​lights getting closer and closer, he took a deep breath, the feeling of icy suffocation hit his face, the familiar despair of falling out of control occupied his brain , the world changed from bright to dark, and he was being slowly locked into the cage of death.

But there was no fear in Cheng Mo's heart, only a kind of sadness.

An unbearable sadness.

White bubbles rolled upwards in front of his eyes, his chest continued to burn, his desire to breathe could no longer be restrained, Cheng Mo subconsciously opened his mouth and swallowed the salty sea water, his body struggled violently, trying to break free from the shackles of the rope .

Just when his consciousness became more and more blurred, he stopped falling in the deep darkness, so Cheng Mo closed his eyes.
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Jing Quan dragged Cheng Mo up from the sea by pulling the fishing line, looked at Cheng Mo with pale lips, trembling and spitting out sea water, and threw him on the deck with a gloomy face.

"MD, did you really lose your memory?" Jing Quan couldn't help talking to himself.He swung his fist and smashed down the guardrail, and the alloy guardrail let out a hiss and bent down.

In the distance, there was a searchlight-like cone-shaped light post hovering on the sea. Jing Quan was taken aback. He couldn't care less about continuing to torture Cheng Mo, so he rushed into the cab, turned off all lights and automatic driving, and improved The speed of the boat was speeding towards the opposite direction of the light.

Staring at the endless blackness ahead, and the terrifying pursuers behind him, he made no progress in catching Cheng Mo, which made Jing Quan extremely anxious.He took out Cheng Mo's black death mobile phone and took a look. It was found in the mobile phone that Cheng Mo had a lot of interactions with "Hydra" not long ago.

Jingquan has been operating on Penglai Island for many years, so he naturally knows that the "Hydra" is a very powerful organization in the Black Death, and the "Black Death" has always had unique techniques for prying people's mouths open. There are also "lie detectors" and other things that the "Black Death" is good at. Even transplanting a brain is not a fantasy. Even if Cheng Mo really loses his memory, it must not be difficult for the Black Death to restore his memory. .

The helpless Jing Quan was a little discouraged. For so many years in the world, he had never met anyone. It was the first time he met Cheng Mo, a psychopath who was soft, tough, and had no weakness. "Why can't I do anything about this bastard? Only go to Greece to seek help from Hydra?"

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