prince and his shield

Steve, who was called out of nowhere and then hung up unilaterally, was in a bad mood.

He... what has he been through just now?

Confession?No, it's impossible.How can it be.

No, is Bowen's mental state stable? ?

Steve thought of the long paragraph just now, his face was slightly hot, and then he trembled.

He opened the car window, and the cold wind blew, sobering up a little.

Turning his head to look at the phone, his face was full of confusion.

Looking at the time, it was still a long time before the scheduled cruise ship docked at the pier.

He hissed.

After hesitating and hesitating, he finally got through to Rose's cell phone.

"..."

There was silence on the other side, and Steve had no choice but to speak first: "...Hi."

"Hi." Olos almost laughed out loud.

"I... just. Um, Bowen... is he... is there a mental, no, psychological problem?" Steve's face wrinkled and he closed his eyes.

Some couldn't believe who they were talking about.

After all, it is obvious that Miss Holmes is not a normal person.

When the word normal crossed his mind, he remembered the words that Olos patted his arm and said slowly.

"We're all as normal as you"

He pursed his lips and fell silent.

"What do you think?" Olos asked back.

Steve fell silent.He felt himself caught up in a strange event.Events seemed to be swallowing him into strange abysses in a great whirlpool.

He couldn't tell what exactly was happening.

"I see." Steve suddenly didn't want to admit defeat.

If it was just a strange impulse that made him want to stay here at first, but now he doesn't want to leave.I don't want to admit defeat, and I don't want to be excluded so easily.

Why should I leave?

Olos closed her eyes and bent her lips, so Steve couldn't see her face through the microphone.If I can see it, maybe I will have some hesitation about my firm emotions now.

Because her face is full of sure victory, and a trace of boredom when she sees that things are developing as she hopes.High above, everything is under control.

Him, Royston, everyone.Even herself.

"what happened?"

"...Nothing happened." Steve raised his hand to press his eyebrows, and looked at the Brooklyn Bridge not far away with heavy eyes.

"You can always choose to leave." Olos reminded kindly.

"...I see." Steve didn't realize his thoughts had been taken for a while.

"Well, take good care of Roy." Olos said lightly.

"I'm a wage earner." Steve's voice was unusually stiff.

Received an endless phone call, and even made an endless phone call.Steve felt like he was dealing with anything but normal things or people.

After hanging up the phone, he exhaled slowly, bowed and rested his head on the steering wheel.

At such times, there was no one around him to talk to, to get some inspiration or inspiration.

Resting his chin on his arm, he cleared his messy thoughts.I always feel as if someone has put a scrambler in my mind recently, and I can't figure out many things.

Why did Royston call himself this suddenly, saying such incomprehensible things.

His ears were hot, and Steve smacked his lips in embarrassment.

"What the hell are you talking about..." With a low voice, he raised his hand to touch his faintly hot face, and slapped himself.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

He remembered the two key chains he bought today.Originally, the shape of the store was a little devil Bowen. He didn't know why at the time he had a thought, so he ordered another one at a higher price.

In the shape of an angel, the additional requirement is to turn those eyes into black.

With a light wind blowing in his head, Steve straightened his back, stayed for a while, and laughed.

What would happen if Roy knew that his junior had such a personality?His eyes should be wide open, his face flushed and his ears yelling loudly, unwilling to admit it.

It will make the whole body tremble, and then secretly prepare everything he needs for him.

In his mind's eye he saw the cruise ship approaching as he pictured Bowen and Roy facing each other.

Putting down his hands on the steering wheel, he looked at the cruise ship from afar, and slowly frowned, feeling a strange premonition in his heart, which he hadn't figured out yet.

The route of the cruise ship is half a circle around Manhattan and stops at the port south of the bridge.

Because it is a private cruise ship, there are very gorgeous decorations on it, and there will be no strange advertisements.

No matter why Bowen made this sudden call, when he receives someone, he will have a good talk with him.

No matter what problems and contradictions there are, they can be resolved.

Nothing can't be solved.Although they are only the relationship between the boss and the subordinates, they are inextricably linked after all.

I had gotten along with Roy for a while, so there was no reason why I couldn't deal with his great-grandson.

Making mental preparations, he sat quietly in the car, looking at the water in the distance through the front window.

A medium-sized luxury cruise ship is reflected swayingly on the water surface, which may be about 20 meters high.On the fourth floor, the load limit seems to be 450-550 people.

The lights and fireworks are very beautiful, even if you can't hear it, you can feel how lively it is above.

Steve has his hands on the wheel, rich people have so much fun these days.

It was too late for the sigh to deepen, and he was suddenly stunned by a flash of inspiration after the strange feeling.

He quickly looked down at his watch, no.

It's only been about an hour and 10 minutes now, how come the boat is almost at the port.Is this speed a little too fast?

He checked his watch and looked at the cruise ship in the distance, his face became more and more serious.

He opened the door and got out of the car, holding the door and looking at the water from afar.

This is wrong, very wrong.problem occurs.

Calculating the speed of the cruise ship silently in his heart, he slammed the door shut and glanced at the gate of the ferry.

Licking his lower lip, he turned around, found the edge of the wall, swayed for a while, and quickly jumped, jumping along the wall that humans should never cross.

From the outside, the wall is about three meters long, but inside it is a slope of about 6 meters.He slid sideways along the wall a few times and landed safely on a half-roll.

The place he picked was dimly lit, and it didn't look like anyone could easily pass by.The people inside were not disturbed.

He pursed his lips and walked carefully to the water's edge.He stood in the limelight, looking at the cruise ship not far away, his brows could not be loosened.

He looked up and found the direction of the command room.

Taking a hat from the storage room, he sneaked into the staff and took a few minutes to reach the command room.

After closing the door, he listened to the movement inside.

"How about it, still can't get in touch?"

Steve's hands tense.

"No, I can't get in touch." There was some anxiety in the slightly younger voice.

"What's going on? Did you call Barron?"

"Called, but no one answered."

"What happened to this ship??"

Steve pushed the door open and went in.

There are three people in charge of wiring, contacting and monitoring, and one person in charge.

"Who are you? How did you get in here!" The fat person in charge stared at him in astonishment.

"Which ship lost contact?" Steve took off his hat and asked directly.

"Who the hell are you?! It's none of your business here." The person in charge glared at him anxiously, trying to cover up something.

"Is it the Purple Penguin?" Steve ignored him with a serious expression on his face.

"...Yes." The operator replied blankly, "You..."

The person in charge took a few steps forward with a gloomy face: "Get out—"

Steve turned his head and glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said his guess: "The Purple Penguin is going to hit the Brooklyn Bridge."

This is the conclusion he came to after observing for a while.

The ship was traveling as fast as it could, about to crash headfirst into the bridge pillars.

"What?! What the hell are you talking about!"

The monitor glanced at the positioning screen in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth, not daring to speak.

"Something went wrong." Steve glanced at the monitor, and knew that his deduction was right.

He tilted his head and took a deep breath.

Shouldn't the world Bowen lives in be very peaceful?Why do things always go wrong.

"Where's the security guard—" The person in charge was livid, very dissatisfied with his neglect of him.

"security guard!"

Steve said directly to the person who answered his words at the beginning: "Who are your staff members on board?"

"Captain, first mate and second mate, four sailors, four engineers." The monitor said uncontrollably, receiving a stern stare.

Shut up hastily, feeling that his job is not guaranteed.

But if the facts were as the man said, his job would have been lost.

"Can't get to any of them." Steve stared at him.

"The captain and first mate couldn't be reached."

The person in charge stepped forward to push Steve, and Steve pinched his wrist directly, warning: "Don't move—"

The person in charge yelled, "You are all dead? Help!"

"Can you control the course of the ship remotely?" Steve asked.

"If the ship is sailing manually, no." The monitor had a bitter look on his face.

"Give me all the numbers that can be reached." Steve pushed the person in charge away with one hand, and his tone was commanding.

The monitor looked at the person who was pushed to the ground, and then at him: "Uh——"

"They're all in my phone." He gritted his teeth, touched the phone next to him, and threw it to Steve, "There are notes."

Steve didn't have time to memorize everyone's contact information, so he took a quick glance and found that the address book in the young man's mobile phone was divided into categories according to work, family and friends.

Each contact is preceded by a prefix.

Just like a file cabinet lined up, his eyes were surprised for a second.

He originally planned to ask for the young man's contact information directly.but……

"Lend me your phone?" Steve shook the phone.

The young man smiled bitterly: "You are more useful than me."

It's an intuition.

"Thank you." Steve glanced out the window, "Call the police immediately."

Reflexively leave.

Security broke into the command room, and Steve slipped past them without much effort.

He hurried downstairs, dialing the numbers of several people prefixed with 'Purple Penguin' as he ran.

I called the captain, the first mate, and the second mate in sequence, but no one answered.

His complexion is not very good.

What kind of accident physique is Bowen?

The author has something to say: Third watch~

The cruise ship accident was basically edited by me, and I couldn't find more detailed basic information.

If there is a student who knows more about this... then, I'm sorry [cover your face]