Tang Ming looked at himself in front of the mirror, he never wore glasses, he put on a pair of glasses with round frames and black edges, and an elegant aura unconsciously came out of his body. Tidy up the corners of his clothes, put on a peaked hat and go out, and leave the hotel room.

Tang Ming got out of the hotel and did not go directly to Busan Port Pier 3. Instead, I found a stationery store and walked in. He bought a paintbrush, a stack of paper, a set of spices, a palette, a sketchpad holder, some spray paint, and a large storage box. Tang Ming, who had prepared everything, walked out of the stationery store and walked towards Pier 3.

As the largest port in South Korea and one of the world's famous ports, the Port of Busan is busy as their only rhythm, whether it is Pier 1, Pier 2, Pier 3.......

It has only been two quarters of an hour since 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and it is still early for the arrival of the Shanghai ocean-going international ships. Tang Ming came to Pier 3, found a secluded place, set up his drawing board and prepared to paint. Tang Ming studied painting for a period of time when he was in college, so he can be regarded as an amateur painting enthusiast.

He laid a blank sheet of paper on the drawing board he had set up, took out the palette and ingredients, and seemed to be carefully mixing colors. In fact, he was using his peripheral vision to observe all the suspicious characters on the dock to see if there were any agents lurking on the Korean side.

The boats at Pier 3 came and went very quickly, and Tang Ming absentmindedly depicted the busy scene on the dock on the drawing paper. Almost two hours passed, but Tang Ming only drew a bow on a whole piece of paper.

"Woo woo" A heavy boat roar came from a distance, and on the other side of the sea line, the black shadow of a huge ship appeared in Tang Ming's sight. It was a large ocean-going ship, at least the largest ship Tang Ming had ever seen during the time he had been at Pier 3.

The ship came closer and clearer with the sound of its horn, and the silver-gray hull was painted in green. On the hull of the ship, six big characters familiar to Tang Ming were written in black heavy ink: Shanghai COSCO International.

Tang Ming suddenly came to his senses, packed up the drawing board and various painting utensils in his hand, and walked towards the dock where the ship docked. Just now, he was in the process of painting and observing. It was found that the flow of people on Pier 3 was very fast, changing a wave of people at once, changing a wave of people at once, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the staff on the pier.

Of course, this does not rule out that there are also South Korean agents lurking among the staff on the docks. But if there really are South Korean agents lurking among the staff on the docks. Tang Ming would rather admit it, after all, the ship of Shanghai COSCO International has already arrived, and he has also come here, so it is impossible not to take the goods.

Tang Ming packed up his painting tools, put them in the storage box, and then walked to the dock where the Shanghai Ocean International ship docked.

Shanghai COSCO International is busy writing containers on the ship. As soon as Tang Ming walked up, he was stopped by a middle-aged man standing next to the boarding ladder.

With dark and slightly dry skin, two thick eyebrows floating above his eyelids, he was obviously a man begging for a living on a ship, and he said to Tang Ming in fluent Korean: "This gentleman, we are a freighter from China, and we refuse to visit." "A deep and explosive voice, sinking in the throat, full of ferocity.

"Hello, fellow, I'm here to get souvenirs." Tang Ming's eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his proficient Mandarin rushed out of his mouth.

The middle-aged man's dark eyes lit up in vain, like a black panther ready to attack, "What stunning?" ”

"Bayberry!" Tang Ming smiled faintly.

Only then did the middle-aged man let down the vigilance in his heart, and then said to Tang Ming: "Okay, please come with me." I'll take you to get your souvenirs. With that, the middle-aged man led Tang Ming to the boat.

Tang Ming, under the leadership of this middle-aged man, circled several times before coming to a relatively dark warehouse. I saw that the man leaned over and walked into a corner. took out a silver square lockbox and opened it, it was empty, but when he lifted the mezzanine of the lockbox, Tang Ming couldn't help but gasp.

Chinese M99 Type 12.7mm semi-automatic sniper rifle. Perhaps many people do not know the power of this sniper rifle. But when it comes to a gun, everyone must know Barrett. This gun is Barrett's copycat optimized upgrade.

"Over to you. You should definitely be delivered to the Barmanhattan nightclub in Itaewon, Seoul at 8 o'clock in the evening on the last day of April. Give it to a guy named Blueberry. His appearance is characterized by white and chubby, and his figure is relatively burly. Looks like a good old man. The code is: blueberries are not blue, and royal blue is not high. The code he replied was: Taeyeon is not soft, Taeyeon is not floating. With that, the middle-aged man pushed the entire lockbox down in front of Tang Ming.

Tang Ming put the storage box he had brought to the ship aside. He took out the various spray paints he had bought at the stationery store and threw them into the lockbox and locked them. "I don't want the stuff in this box. You'll be in China! Where's my Mobao in there? Tang Ming's eyebrows raised proudly, and he picked up the lockbox and walked out of the boat.

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, looking at Tang Ming's departing back, he shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "I wish you a smooth journey." With that, he stood up and walked to the captain's helm cabin.

Tang Ming straightened his body, elegantly pushed the round-framed flat glasses that had slipped slightly on the bridge of his nose, and walked down the boarding ladder to the shore.

He took a few deep breaths, tried to calm his mind, and walked forward without squinting and leaving Pier 3.

At this moment, there was a "snap" slap and landed heavily on Tang Ming's shoulder. Tang Ming couldn't help but tremble, his face instantly lost his blood, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his cold hair stood up. "It's been discovered." The thought in my mind flashed, and it exploded throughout the cerebral cortex.

"Tang Ming oppa, what a coincidence! I'm running into you again. Ha ha! A familiar voice came from behind Tang Ming, and the slightly hearty laughter made Tang Ming breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why are you here, Park Ji-yeon? Am I in conflict with you? Touching you all the time. Tang Ming slowly turned around, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he said coldly to Park Ji-yeon with a straight face.

"Tang Ming oppa......" Park Ji-yeon's voice suddenly became aggrieved, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the fierce Tang Ming.

"Can you get out of here?" Tang Ming pointed in the opposite direction of the dock, but there seemed to be a fierce beast hidden in his calm words, which made Park Ji-yeon take a step back in fear.

Tang Ming turned around and continued to walk forward.

Park Ji-yeon looked at Tang Ming's back, bit her lip lightly, thought for a while, and followed.

Tang Ming's footsteps paused, slowly turned around, and looked at Park Zhiyan with a stubborn face behind him, his face became even more gloomy, "Park Zhiyan, don't you really understand human language?" Do you know that I add you to roll? Get out! The green tendons in Tang Ming's throat bulged, and he yelled hysterically at Park Ji-yeon

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