Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Escape

"Old Zhao, come with me." The monk began to make follow-up arrangements when the Industrial No. 2,000 nautical miles away from the Sea of ​​Japan was forced to stop by the Japanese ship.

Choose a passage with few people to take him to the bottom floor, and minimize the number of times he is seen. The monk asked him to change into the clothes of the bottom deckhand.

"This is your badge, come here." Pulling Lao Zhao to the machine, the monk looked at his well-groomed hair and clean face.

Without further ado, he reached out and touched the machine a few times, and then began to make up for him.

His oily hair, dark face, and the imported glasses on the bridge of his nose were also taken away by him and replaced with cheap glasses with large frames.

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

While leading him to the power cabin, the monk repeated the information about 'Zhao Si' repeatedly.

This person is real and somewhat similar to Old Zhao Chang's, but he is not on this ship.

Now, he should be spending money like water in a casino in Vegas, can't extricate himself from indulging in wine and sex?

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

"Well, no problem, my memory is not bad." Lao Zhao pretended to be relaxed and smiled.

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

In the blink of an eye, Lao Zhao couldn't find him, and he was unavoidably flustered.

Fortunately, most of the people working here are Chinese, and the foreman even shouted cursingly: "Zhao Si, where the hell did you go, why don't you get out of here and go to work."

"Ah~~" Meeting the fierce eyes of the other party, Old Zhao realized that he was Zhao Si, and nodded quickly: "Yes, I will go now, I will go now."

"Here, lower the pressure, the boiler is ready to be sealed, motherfucker...how did this little devil find us?" The foreman turned around and walked away cursing.

"Zhao Si, where have you been these days, kid? I just heard from the foreman that you were there, but I didn't see you."

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

"...I met a fellow... a rich man, invited me to play for a few days." Lao Zhao was still a little stunned when he started talking, but soon became fluent in his responses.

Smart people are smart because they are different.

Although Lao Zhao has never personally operated the work at hand, the principle is still clear, and watching other people's actions, he will soon become handy.

As he was busy with his work, someone beside him suddenly touched him, "The little devil is here."

Old Zhao turned his head and saw that his face was familiar.

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

The monk standing in front of him has changed a lot, with a mustache and a mole on his face, and a silly smile on his previously lean face, making him look like a fool.

"Wang Shishi." The monk grinned silly.

"Zhao...Zhao Si." After being teased like this, the tension in Lao Zhao's heart disappeared.

"All of you, gather together, the officer has something to say." The little devil came down, followed by a dog leg.

Seeing the other party bowing his knees in front of the little devil and showing off his power in front of them, I wanted to punch him to death.

Seeing that no one understood, the other party yelled two more times, pulled out his gun from his belt, held it high and threatened, "Do you all want to eat a gun?"

Monk... no, it's Wang Shishi.

Wang Shishi winked at the surroundings cryptically, and everyone began to join in the middle.

But behind what the little devil couldn't see, more than a dozen people quickly disappeared into the complicated space.

Fighting, they are not afraid.

The key issue was the ships outside. If the opponent launched a fierce bombardment, they would have nothing to do even if they had three heads and six arms.

Knowing that everyone has been combined here, the adjutant next to the little devil took out a photo, walked to the front of the team and began to compare them one by one.

Seeing this scene, the monk's heart was raised.

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

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

Now, he can only hope that the brothers outside will act quickly, and not really reach the moment when the fish dies and the net is broken.

This is a vast sea, the ship is really sinking, and everyone on board can't survive.

"You, your name." Someone was called out to ask for his name, but it wasn't Lao Zhao.

"Wang Shan." The somewhat thin man said with his chest out.

"You, name." The other party didn't say anything, and directly ordered another person.

"Fang Wu." A calm voice sounded.

"you..."

"you..."

Soon seven or eight people were pointed out, and it was completely impossible to see what the little devil was doing.

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

"Zhao Si." Lao Zhao also wanted to follow the example of others, raised his arms and answered with a straight chest.

But his bookish air could not express the roughness and strength of the workers at all.

Seeing the little devil's adjutant stop, the monk knew that he was about to suffer, and without the slightest hesitation, he drew a pistol from behind and shouted: "Close the door."

boom……

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

But battles come and go quickly.

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

The little devil never imagined that behind the machines and pipelines around them, there were a group of well-trained professional special guards with Thomson light machine guns in ambush.

"Turn on the machine, let out more steam, and make some noise..." After changing the gun and reinserting the bullets in the back, the monk ordered his men to clean up the corpse.

"What should we do now?" Lao Zhao had just entered the role, and the play couldn't go on.

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

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

If he made a mistake, he was ready to let someone hold the grenade and rush to the opponent's ship to die with the little devil.

Then use the lifeboat to send Lao Zhao away. As for what to do next, that is a question that should be considered later.

boom!

While the monk was sitting calmly in the passage with his eyes closed and dozed off, the entire ship shook slightly.

Then there was another loud bang, and hurried footsteps sounded from the deck above, accompanied by gunshots.

"Start the engine, start the engine, let's get out of here..." Excited shouts sounded from the intercom, and the power cabin immediately became busy like the wind.

"What happened?" Lao Zhao asked a little confused.

"If you guessed correctly, they should have succeeded." The monk's expression did not show much joy.

Because he knew that this incident must be accompanied by sacrifices, and he only hoped that their blood would not be too much.

"Open the hatch and increase the power, we are going home." The monk took off his undershirt, wrapped it around his hands and waved it high, like a flag.