Shak knew that such a small commotion could not last long, it was common for these low-level gangsters to clash and fight three or five times a day, as long as there was a person in charge who could bounce a few words, so every minute and every second of the current time was precious. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Descending to the end of the gangway, he pressed his ear to the bulkhead where the platform was connected to the cabin, and tapped his fingers lightly. After a few moments, Shak had determined the thickness of the bulkhead, and that there should be enough space on the opposite side of the bulkhead.

Take out a lighter and lightly light the flame. Xia Ke calmed his breath and began to mobilize the vortex of fighting qi in his body, a large amount of fighting qi was concentrated on his right index finger under the traction of his mind, and the next moment he saw that the bean-sized flame on the lighter was like an iron nail pulled by a magnet, and a "whoosh" sound was sucked on his fingertips.

The Dou Qi energy concentrated on his fingertips rushed out of his body like a flood that had found a gap, burrowing into this small ball of flame. For a moment, the flames seemed to be drenched in oil, and there was an immediate tendency to explode, but Shak quickly suppressed it, causing it to tremble and maintain its original size. It's just that the originally dim flame is turning incandescent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its temperature is also rising sharply.

After just one breath, the flame had turned into a small, blinding white ball of light, and Shak's fingers trembled slightly, apparently reaching the limit of what he could suppress.

Carefully pressed the small ball of light against the lower edge of the bulkhead, and in a series of sizzling sounds, the iron sheet immediately reddened and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a thin incision.

Shak exhaled softly, slowly moving his fingers, cutting a gap in the most inconspicuous position under the bulkhead, no more than a meter long and less than half a meter high.

Leaned down and slipped through the gap, carefully pasting the cut iron plate back to its place, and spot-welding the edges a few times with the fireball that had not yet completely dissipated. The location was poorly lit, and at least tonight, it would have been difficult for the patrolling guards to spot the tiny weld in the wall if they hadn't deliberately looked closer.

Turn on the night vision function of the visor to regain light in the dark field of vision. It was a utility room, as you could guess from the structure without air windows and vents, with various cleaning tools and a large pile of dusty and worn parts piled haphazardly on either side. There wasn't much room for movement, only a small iron door facing him.

After carefully recalling the information about the ship from Captain Lawrence in the afternoon, Shak's mind sketched a rough picture of the cabin structure, the cargo hold should be concentrated on the ground floor, and the few guest rooms are arranged on the deck, and this utility room is estimated to be at the corner between the upper and lower decks.

After checking the time with his watch, Shaq was about to set off, when he suddenly glanced over his left shoulder, only to find that something seemed to be stuck there. Reaching out and touching it, it looked like a cargo label, which was probably inadvertently stained when he was hiding behind the cargo box just now.

Under the glimmer vision, you can clearly see that there is an abstract trademark imprint on the label, and the text below is torn off partially, and the specific meaning cannot be seen.

Shak wanted to throw the label away, but hesitated and put it away. To be honest, he didn't think it would actually do anything, but he had a gut feeling that he might have something unexpected to keep it for.

After a moment's delay, he was about to turn to leave, but there was the sound of footsteps from far and near outside the small door.

"I'm so tired, I have to get it so late every day, I wonder if we're cleaning the cabin or the five-star hotel!" A man with a duck's voice muttered as he inserted the key into the keyhole of the utility room.

"What's the solution, who let the new Mr. Mason have that damn cleanliness fetish!" Behind him, a short and stocky bald man helplessly dragged a cleaning cart, on which were placed a large number of cleaning tools such as mops, buckets, brooms, etc., many of which were still dripping with dirty water.

"Bear with me, buddy, today is the last day of duty for the two of us this week, besides, I basically helped you do your job today, and you remember to invite me to have a drink after work!" Humpty Dumpty saw that his companion had opened the door to the utility room, so he turned around and turned the cleaning cart around and stuffed it into the narrow doorway.

However, the doorway is indeed too narrow, in fact, it is not much wider than the dirty cleaning car, and with a lot of tools on the car, it is still very difficult to squeeze through the doorway accurately.

"Fuck, Jack, you lazy pig, what are you doing in there, don't give Lao Tzu a hand, get this damn thing in!" It took a long time to make a stinky sweat, not to mention, what made the fat man angry the most was that his companion had not moved since he entered the door in advance, so he let him tinker there alone, and he didn't help himself at all. So no matter how good his temper was, he broke out on the spot.

However, after he finished scolding, the male duck who had gone in earlier still didn't make a sound, and Humpty Dumpty couldn't see what was going on inside through the cleaning cart full of tools.

"Hey! Jack, what the hell are you doing? After two more attempts, the fat man finally threw the cleaning cart aside in annoyance, screaming as he poked his head through the doorway and looked in.

"Damn it, if I see you're lazy...... Not?! A big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grabbed his fat face, and then his two-hundred-pound body was dragged into the room like a chicken that had been choked by the neck.

There was a muffled grunt in the darkness, and then everything was quiet again.

A minute later, Shak, who had changed into a cleaner's outfit, calmly walked out of the utility room, and the obstructive cleaning cart was pushed into the door by him, then closed and locked the door, put away the key, and everything was so natural.

Leaning on the floor and listening carefully to the nearby movements, he got up, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and walked towards the corridor to the left, carrying a broom as a disguise.

It turns out that the Tony Brotherhood is just a civilian gangster organization after all, even if the vigilance is deliberately strengthened, but such a garrison force is still a bit pediatric for Shak, who has seen a lot of wind and waves. The main defense force of the entire ship is placed on the periphery, and there are basically no fixed patrol guards in the cabin, and occasionally a few security guards pass by, but they are easily avoided by Shak with the help of terrain and shadows, which is really unavoidable, and with his disguise and skillful and natural performance, it has not aroused anyone's suspicion at all.

As for the surveillance probes installed in the hallway, they did not do anything for a professional thief like Shak, who made almost all the way to the guest room area on the deck.

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