However, it turned out to be the opposite. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is different from the messy living room, but the small bedroom is tidy and clean. Not only were there no bloodstains, drug residues, bandages, or the like, but there was not even a smell in the air.

Of course, the absence of anomalies is the biggest anomaly. There were special cleaners on board, but Mr. Norman apparently never let them into his room, as evidenced by the messy and dirty living room.

However, the interior of the bedroom is so clean, it must be the guest of the room who did it himself. Despite some hints of obscurity, it led Shaq to another conclusion: Mr. Norman had been deliberately covering up his injuries, at least the rest of the ship should not know what was going on. No wonder Captain Lawrence said that the passenger, Norman, had been in his room ever since he came aboard the ship, and had never been out of the house once.

After checking the bathroom and toilet, all that was left was the queen-size bed. The quilt and pillow were neatly folded, and when I shook it open, I didn't find anything valuable. Norman seemed to be a very attentive fellow, and not even a single hair was left between the pillows.

Throwing them away, he habitually bent down and looked under the bed. The slippers were neatly placed in place and untouched, apparently unused by Norman, and a faint layer of dust on the upper was clearly visible.

Just as Shak was about to get up, a hint of orange from the side of the bed caught his attention. The probe reached over and took out a small piece of paper. The color seemed to be a torn corner of the wrapping paper of an item, with a few letters scrawled on it with a pen, but it was still impossible to tell what was written because a part of it was missing, but it was the only valuable clue in this bedroom.

Standing up and making sure nothing was missing, Shaq exited the bedroom and was about to leave, when suddenly, a shrill alarm bell rang throughout the cargo ship.

The alarm bell came suddenly, and Shak's muscles tightened instinctively, almost instinctively, he used his hands and feet together, and all the sofas, tables and chairs in the living room were filled by him to the door, and then jumped back to the porthole of the bedroom.

The portholes in the guest rooms are much larger than the cargo hold and utility rooms, and they can be easily pushed outward. Shack pushed open the porthole with one hand, but instead of going through the window for the first time, he grabbed a pillow on the bed and threw it out of the window.

"Bang bang-" The expected gunshots rang out continuously, and the pillow was hit by several energy beams at the same time, turning into a mass of charcoal before it hit the ground, and then several more energy beams shot against the window.

Shaq stooped to dodge the stray bullets fired from the window, pulled the window tight with one hand, and at the same time hooked his toes, lifted the double bed next to him, and blocked the window. And almost the next moment, there was a dull crashing sound at the hatch of the living room.

Sure enough, they came for themselves...... But Shak couldn't think of where he had exposed his whereabouts, and he was actually made dumplings in such a place.

The footsteps on the deck outside became more and more dense, and the shouts of some guards could be faintly heard: "Fence up, fence up!" If you dare to steal the goods of our Tony Brotherhood, you must not let him leave alive! ”

"Steal your goods!" Shak cursed in his heart, he still didn't know whether the Michael was smuggling drugs or arms this time, but now he didn't have a chance to explain to such a murderous gangster, even if they could believe that they were not here for those illegal goods, but the act of secretly infiltrating the other party's cargo ship was enough to give the other party a reason to kill themselves.

A dull burst of gunfire came from outside, and several arm-thick beams of high heat pierced through the bulkhead and into the room, burning all the furniture it had touched. Xia Ke's heart suddenly sank, this is definitely a high-level magic firearm, with such a level of lethality, even if a soldier wearing a high-level demonic armor is hit head-on, it will definitely end up dead or alive.

Unexpectedly, the Tony Brotherhood still had such a big killing weapon in its hands, and Shaq began to suspect that the two heavily armed killers who openly robbed Victor's gang that night might be from this Tony Brotherhood.

It's just that now is not the time to pursue these trivial matters, and if you don't rush out of here quickly, then today's trouble will be really big.

Squatting down and knocking on the deck beneath his feet, it was also welded of some kind of metal, but the thickness was much weaker than the hull position.

"That's it......" Xia Ke quickly stabilized his mind, and urged the vortex of fighting qi in his body to the limit, and a small whirlwind seemed to blow out of thin air in the small room, and the large and small flames burning nearby were swept by this whirlwind, like a hundred birds towards a phoenix, and they all leaned towards Xia Ke's direction.

"Draw ...... with fire" Shak took a deep breath, raised his fist with one hand above his head, the surrounding firelight suddenly dimmed, and most of the flames broke away from the original attachment, turning into lines of fire that quickly converged on Shak's fist. In a dim light, his fist seemed to burst into flames.

"Flame Explosion, Fire Yama King Earthquake!"

Feeling that the fighting energy in his body had been drained by nearly half, and the fire on his fist had also gathered to the limit of what he could restrain himself, Xia Ke exhaled and slammed his fist under his feet.

"Boom—"

It was like a thunderstorm on dry land, and a high-explosive bomb detonated at close range, and the deck of the entire guest room area shook violently.

"Hell! Let the brothers be careful, this guy has a powerful weapon in his hand, tell the Wright brothers to continue to suppress the fire inside, and in addition, transfer the Combus R-13 and break the door from the front! Paul, the first mate in a combat uniform, shouted orders over the walkie-talkie, compared to the sloppy appearance during the day, the half-orc man at this moment exuded a kind of iron-blooded soldier's fierceness from top to bottom.

"Boss! Oh no, that kid blew up the deck and fell to us...... Yes...... A panicked voice suddenly inserted into the intercom ......, but it was quickly cut off. Paul's face changed, and he immediately heard the voice of one of his men in the cabin on the next deck.

"Oh, damn rats!" Paul's eyes were red with anger, and as he turned around and ran towards the exit of the cabin, he yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Everyone go down to the cabin, the enemy has entered the lower cabin, allow free fire, live or die!" As soon as this order was given, the sound of violent gunfire resounded like rain on plantains.

"Ahh Bastard, I got shot...... Be careful, everyone, this kid has a gun in his hand! ”

"I saw him...... ! Why is it so fast...... What is that? Wrong! He's wearing magic armor, be careful...... Ahh

"Boss! Pete is dead, and we're wounded three brothers! That man...... He was wearing brown magic armor, and he was so fast, he rushed into the cabin as soon as he landed, boss, are we going to chase after him? ”

There was a mess in the communication channel, and it seemed that there were firefights everywhere. Paul gritted his teeth when he heard this, he couldn't believe that there was only one enemy who could make such a big move. What if you have Magic Armor? Dozens of guns fired at them, and even the thickest armor had to be blasted to pieces. However, in fact, things have been going in a direction that I don't want to see.

"In what direction is he going? I will ask the others to go over and block him, don't get too close to him, suppress it with fire from afar, and force it step by step! Paul had already descended to the cabin, but the enemy seemed to have destroyed part of the ship's energy supply system, and the lights in the passage flickered on and off, and the chaotic gunfire and shouting below, the situation was quite bad, so that Paul did not dare to rush into the battlefield for a while.

At this moment, a somewhat gloomy voice suddenly forcibly inserted into his communication channel:

"Mr. Morgan, I would like you to explain what it is that must wake me from my rare sleep."

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