The lights were bright, the people who had been dressed up were smiling and talking in whispers, trying to look as personable and charming as possible, and a group of children who had just met frolicked between the adults, their hands grabbing at the man's clothes and wiping them clean from the man's trousers.

The music is soft, the band is small, but the melody is enough to satisfy the people on the dance floor, most of whom are racking their brains to follow in the footsteps of their partners, and they don't have the heart to enjoy the music.

The hull of the boat is also swaying, gently undulating with the waves.

It has been more than ten days offshore, such a dance party is held every three days, and the group entertainment is very popular, and the number of tourists participating is only increasing, even if you don't dance, it is good to come and sit here.

Outside the window, the waves rolled up, one after the other. The August sky was clean and clear, like a huge dark blue curtain, and the stars were like diamonds on the curtain, and like the light coming through behind the cavities.

Sun An sat in the corner of the dance hall, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his hair was a little messy, as if he had just woken up, and he had a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, the ash was nearly a centimeter long, crumbling, and it was terrifying to watch.

He wears a red hoodie with PewDiePie's "CONTEXT-MATTERS" printed on his chest pattern, hands in the front of the garment in the left and right pockets, underneath is a plain pair of black jeans, slightly whitish, with holes on the top that allow the fingers to pass through are not the work of the designer, nor have they been worn out for too long, but have been cut by some sharp object, and the pair of light hiking boots on their feet have been through too much wind and rain to have the intention of retiring, but until the toes or heels are exposed, their wishes are unlikely to be realized—new shoes are not as good as old shoes.

Sun An was observing, his eyes kept moving, jumping from one person's face to another's face, as if he wanted to remember everyone in the dance hall, so it was easy to be regarded as a disciple looking for a beautiful woman or a little thief looking for a sheep, but few people looked this way, even if they saw this young man, they would not be too impressed.

This position was specially chosen by him, the most easily overlooked, but it had an excellent view, and everyone who entered and exited the hall door could not escape his eyes, and he was looking for the person in charge of stalking, and he had found three so far.

Those CIA agents who think they are superior and smarter than anyone else, NSA agents who think they can do anything in the name of anti-terrorism, and want to control the shit and fart of the heavens and the earth, they think that he is desperate to get on this cruise ship, that he is already a turtle in an urn and a fish in a kettle, and that they can trap him on this ship.

Very naïve idea.

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The soot grew almost untenable, and trembled like a man who had exhausted his strength.

Sun An reached out and took the ashtray on the table, leaned in front of his chin, and nodded his head slightly, the cigarette collided with the edge of the ashtray, and the ash was broken and fell to the bottom of the tank, still maintaining its original shape, the same color as cement, but not as strong as cement, so light that it almost weighs, and it will turn into powder when touched.

All the while, his back felt like it was glued to the back of the chair and never left.

A few minutes later, after the whole cigarette was smoked, Sun An reached out to take the ashtray as before, moistened the filter nozzle that was sticking to the skin of his mouth with saliva, and gently pushed his tongue up, so that the cigarette butt fell on the previous piece of soot and smashed it into it.

"It's just art. He looked at the cigarette ash with satisfaction, carefully placed the ashtray containing the artwork back on the table, and put his hand in his coat pocket again.

The artist was generally ahead of his time, often not accepted by his contemporaries, and he soon felt like a real artist, because a middle-aged woman not far away rolled her eyes at him.

She wore white-rimmed glasses, a straight face, nasolabial folds as deep as if they had been carved out of a knife, and a middle-aged man of her age sat at the table, as well as a young man of eighteen or nineteen, like a family of three traveling abroad.

Sun An's old god accepted the white eye, raised his left hand, and gently scratched the ear piercing with the tips of his little thumb.

It's no wonder that the agents in the movie have to use their hands to get the thing every time they speak, it turns out that the vibration causes the ears to itch, and it's very uncomfortable not to scratch it.

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"Remember, that's an extremely dangerous person, and never forget that. In the corridor outside the ballroom, a strong, solemn-looking middle-aged man in his forties pressed the blueprint of the ballroom's structure against the wall and turned to the people around him.

He was the commander-in-chief of the task force, named Sellers Harris. Harris, one of the NSA's chief of operations in Africa, is often on the front lines of counter-terrorism and has dealt with many terrorists, some of whom are his temporary allies and others are his temporary enemies.

The people around them looked at the blueprint with wide eyes, memorizing all the details on it, and listened to Harris with bated breath.

This team is composed of agents from the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and the secret service team of the National Security Agency (NSA) of the United States, CD is the elite of the elite, a total of seventeen people, in addition to them, there are also the captain, second officer, third officer and part of the security crew of the cruise ship standing in the corridor, adding up to more than 30 people, but they do not participate in the arrest, but are only responsible for evacuating passengers, and even junior police officers cannot participate in this level of operation.

The target is Sun An, the weird young man who always has a smile on his face, looks harmless, and is only in his early twenties, and they want to capture him back, whether he lives or dies, whether he goes to prison or hell, the purpose is to make Sun An disappear from this world forever.

It's a pity that as soon as the cruise ship left the port of Tuliara, Sun An really disappeared, as if it had evaporated, and he couldn't find it, many people thought that he had jumped ship and swam back to the shore, but there were also people watching on the shore, and there were also patrol boats of the coast guard.

It wasn't until just now that Sun An, who had been missing for more than ten days, finally returned to everyone's field of vision and appeared in the most crowded dance hall.

"Why don't you wait for the banquet to end? With so many passengers in there and you with guns, it's easy to panic, and who is responsible if something goes wrong? Even a minor stampede can be classified as a serious accident. The captain, who was nearly fifty years old, asked with a frown.

He was a native of China, able to speak standard English, had been exposed to the sun and the sea breeze, his bronzed skin was faintly purple, and although he had received a temporary newspaper and hurried over, his uniform was still meticulously dressed, but his beard had not yet had time to shave, and his face was blue.

"Stampede?" Harris sneered, "that's just collateral damage, if he appears in the ballroom, then everyone in the ballroom will probably die, like ...... It's like there's a fire in a dance hall, not everyone can get out, and the people who can get out don't care if they get trampled on, can you blame the flames? No, the person who set the fire has to be responsible. ”

It is indeed very reasonable to let Sun An be responsible if something happens, and the captain does not expect these Mi Guokees with guns to take the initiative to stand up and take responsibility, if something really happens, it will only give the Ministry of Foreign Affairs a headache.

He stopped talking about it, and asked Harris curiously, "You all have guns, and he's only one person, why are you so nervous? Does he have a bomb?"

Harris shook his head: "He doesn't like bombs, but you can think of him as a bomb, and when it comes to fire, you can think of him as a thermite incendiary bomb." ”

The captain didn't ask anything more, he had never been a soldier, he had never fought, but he knew what thermite was, let alone a person, the thermite reaction could melt even steel, and if there really was a thermite bomb exploding on the ship, the flames could burn through the floor layer by layer until it burned out of the bottom of the ship, and the cruise ship would definitely sink.

"Imagined" as a bomb is emphasizing Sun An's danger, not that he has a bomb, which makes the captain feel a little relieved, but the person who is compared to a bomb may be more dangerous than a bomb, the bomb is dead, only one sound, the person is alive, it may sound countless times, it can be seen from the nervous appearance of these people, "bomb" definitely does not refer to Sun An's temper, but his behavior pattern.

"After entering, Group A implemented a close encirclement, and Group B dispersed to find cover on their own, trying not to be seen by him. Harris continued to lay out his tactics, pointing his finger at the blueprint, "If he doesn't move, wait until the evacuation is complete, and if he moves during the evacuation, provide fire cover for the passengers, our priority is to capture him, but you all have permission to fire freely, if the situation is not right......"

He didn't finish his words, and said to the security crew on the cruise ship: "You don't have to worry about anything else after you go in, evacuate the passengers as soon as possible, don't make eye contact with him, generally he will ignore you, but if you cause his ...... Interest, then run away, don't expect anyone to save you, and don't save your companions when they see them in danger, otherwise you will fall into the ...... together"

When the second mate of the cruise ship heard this, he looked at the captain.

It's too exaggerated, they have all been trained to deal with terrorists, and the commander obviously regarded the person named Sun An as a terrorist, but the "tactics" are completely different from what they have learned, and if Sun An was really a terrorist, he would have acted a long time ago, and he would not have waited until today.

The captain knew what the second mate was thinking, and sighed softly, fortunately, the crew's responsibility is to let the ship and the people on board return to Jianghai City safely, Sun An has no boarding record, strictly speaking, he is just a stowaway, even if the stowaway dies, it has nothing to do with them, even if there is, they have nothing to do.

"Okay, if you have any questions, let's ask them now. Harris looked around, his sharp gaze swept over everyone, and when he saw that no one spoke, he was just about to announce the start of the operation, when he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Jiang, do you have anything to add?"

"Don't forget that he is an extremely dangerous person. A woman's voice rang out, slightly muffled, "He is convinced that the world is a game, and has a set of detailed, concrete, and credible theories, so he will not hesitate to kill people, and he will not feel guilty, and I suggest that you shoot him in the leg as soon as you meet, wounding him, and if you can catch him, you must not let go for a minute and four seconds, and if you are not going to shoot immediately, do not point a gun at him." ”

This is Jiang Wei, the deputy commander of the action group, strictly speaking, he cannot be regarded as a member of the action group, he does not belong to the CIA or the NSA, he was inserted by a big man, and he is said to be an "expert on Sun An".

She did know Sun An very well, and never participated in the search for Sun An, in her words: "If he wants to hide, we will not be able to find him, and if he wants to be found, he will definitely appear in the most conspicuous place, and there is no need to look for him at all." ”

Now it seems that she was right.

But the people in the action team didn't pay much attention to what she said, one of the reasons was that she was different from them and was not a professional, the second reason was that she was always a loner and reticent, the third reason was that she was only about 1.6 meters tall, which was even shorter in this group of tall Westerners, and it was easy for people to "underestimate" them, and the fourth reason was that she was not from the United States - sometimes this reason was sufficient.

Harris also thinks the same way, the reason why he asked such a question is just that he is afraid that Jiang Wei will sue him after he goes back, saying that he ignores her, and asking such a question, there are so many witnesses to testify, so there is no need to worry about what she says.

After all, he is the real commander of this team.

They already knew that Sun An was a "madman", but Jiang Wei's words still aroused Harris's curiosity, and he frowned and asked, "One minute and four seconds?

"You don't need to know. Jiang Wei just responded lightly.

"Well, who has any doubts?" Harris smiled helplessly, looking at the others, all of whom were smiling and sympathetic to the commander's plight.

"Check the equipment and act in three minutes. Seeing that no one was asking, Harris pulled out a magazine from the back of his waist and began to check if there would be jamming.

Anyway, Sun An is in the dance hall and can't go anywhere.

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