The waves slapped the bow of the ship, and the sound of "wow" was stirred up.

Looking at a white yacht sailing at sea level, "Viper" Bridger withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to deflect the channel away. There are such ships everywhere on the West Coast, and some rich people like to take their beauties to enjoy the pleasure of the sea.

"Don't worry, maybe you're passing by, don't cause accidents."

The mission has been completed, and what Bridger wants to do the most is to bring the things back, complete the mission and arrange a presidential suite, call a few beauties, and have fun all night.

The waves pushed away from the bow suddenly rolled back, and the wind blowing on the deck gradually became violent. The Viper, who put on sunglasses and walked to the cabin, said in confusion, "Hmm?". The yacht in the distance was still coming like them. The team members who were originally chatting or checking guns raised their eyes and seemed to have noticed something.

Immediately, I stood up and held the boat's side, looked carefully, and shouted: "Chief! That ship..."

The words "there is something weird" in the latter exited the exit. The man standing at the hatch turned around and took off his sunglasses. On the other end of his vision, the yacht could see the figure in a white suit. He took a slender blade and frowned.

"So far...what does that person want to do?"

As a capable general of the "Hunter" organization, Bridger has his own pride. If Jonathan, a "giant" who separates his mission, is outstanding with his strength and cruelty, then he becomes the mainstay of the organization with his rich combat skills and agility.

The wind blew on his face, and the corners of his clothes flew. A man with a keen eye as 'wild beast' did not dare to be careless. He turned his head and ordered his deputy to warn the team members on the deck, stand at a nearby place where he could be used as a cover, and maintain a posture of preparing for combat.

Bang~~

The sea in front of the vision, the yacht became closer and closer. The person on the bow gradually raised his arm and raised a blade. A feeling of needle-like pricking spread to everyone's skin on the deck instantly. Even the air he was breathing seemed to be dull and solidified at this moment.

Bridger was stronger than these combatants and clearly felt a force that had never felt before spreading away from the white suit on the ship.

However, before he could figure it out, Yu Guangli stood up one by one with the lush body hair on his arms against his skin. He murmured softly.

"Oh...Shet!"

In the distance, the figure on the bow waved his arms, and the shimmering sea suddenly made a loud bang, raising a huge wave six meters high. There was something invisible in it, dividing the spreading wave into two petals and extending rapidly toward this side.

The turbulent water waves swayed as the sailing ships swayed. Bridger looked at the scene and shouted: "Switch the rudder!! Dodge-"

The ship is so big, and it is in the vast sea, without the place where you can escape and move like land. Even if the speed is accelerated at this moment, it is too late.

The huge waves that spread out, the splashes of water caused by the sunlight, and on the turbulent ship deck, everyone saw a huge half-moon standing like a dazzled view, which was coming quickly with the dark black.

“Ahhhh——”

Someone couldn't suppress his tense nerves, shouted hysterically, picked up the gun in his hand, and shot frantically at the approaching "Half Moon".

‘Da da…’

Amid the continuous gunfire, Bridger jumped up to the cabin, and while jumping over the cabin, the "half moon" magnified in his sight, and then ran into it.

Next second.

The knife light touched the hull, and the iron railing made a torn sound. The metal squeaked and squeaked continuously. The deck was visible to the naked eye and broke rapidly. In the rotation of Bridger's eyes, his deputy had no time to hide. In the desperate shouts, his whole person instantly split into two halves and fell to the left and right.

"No...no...will this be like this?!"

Bridger looked at the hull in horror as he cut it in half, dragging the sound of breaking gradually tilting back and forth. He looked at the wooden box in his hand, gritted his teeth and prepared to jump into the sea. If he was lucky, he might still escape, but the hard drive might be damaged.

......Save life is important!

The moment he jumped into the sea, the sea in front of the tilted hull splashed from the tip of his shoes, a petite figure with his hands flat, and his feet connected to the splashed water brushed across the sea and flew towards the foreigner who jumped off the boat.

"Get back!"

The white palms walked around the other party's waving arm, and pressed it on his chest and instantly pressed the person to the hull. His fingers were flexed tightly, and he grabbed the collar and brought it back to the deck.

He didn't give the other party a chance to react at all. He gently pushed his knees and pushed the wooden box in his hand into the air. The woman stepped on his shoulder and jumped up. The next moment he grabbed the wooden box, his other foot fell heavily, and his toes hit the white man's bare head. A "click" sound came from his neck, and his head instantly tightened downwards to level with his shoulders.

"Senior Sister!"

The yacht from afar, the handsome young man holding the scabbard raised his hand and pushed his palms. A cold wind suddenly erupted. The waves sounded a series of "crack" movements, and a layer of frost formed into a lump of ice floating on the water.

On the other side, the sinking hull, the woman jumped over and pointed it on the ice, and took advantage of the force to jump again, crossed the long track, and turned in the air, landed steadily on the deck. She stood up and clapped her palms with the young man holding the scabbard, and fisted.

"Master, give it!" The woman presented the wooden box with both hands.

"Put it on the table. After docking, it will be handed over to the commuter bureau to bring it back to the country."

The figure in the white suit turned the black blade in his hand, inserted it away from the scabbard, sat back under the sun parasol, leaned against the back of the chair and flipped up a Buddhist scripture.

"The others have already arrived here?"

As the paper flipped, a man named Bai Ning spoke slowly. A man and a woman beside him were his apprentice, and the two were also lovers. This time he came to the United States, which was related to the domestic situation. The "Huanmen" he created needs to be developed here.

Most of the people who come here together are masters in the sect.

"Go back to Master, the plane they were on was here two days ago, and they were familiar with the new environment." The young man holding the knife replied in a low voice, quietly opening his senior sister's teasing hand behind his back.

The mottled sunlight shines on the umbrella is printed on the pages. Bai Ning looked up at the ship with only sunken masts left there. "It is good to be familiar with the environment. We should hurry up and dock all the gangs in Los Angeles... including the information provided by the commuter bureau, all the employment organizations, all......"

The words paused, and the hand that flipped the book was lightly stroking it on the book.

“……… I swept together.”

“Yes, Master.”

"By the way, I heard that the Commuter Bureau has sent four people here. Please pay attention and don't let them hurt."

...........

The sky shone through the clouds and crossed the West Coast. The roaring flight descended to the Chicago Airport, causing four Chinese dressed in straight clothes and dragged suitcases to walk out of the airport, stopped a taxi, gave the driver the address, and drove to the place where he was about to settle.

"It's a little nervous when I go abroad for the first time."

"...You said, this black driver won't slaughter?"

"Aren't there any reimbursement of funds? Everyone cheered up. When you go outside, don't be embarrassed by our Chinese people."

"What are you afraid of when you are embarrassed? You can pretend to be a South Korean at that time."

"Yeah, it makes sense!"

"After that being said, the four of us are excellent and have received such an important task, but why can't we become a regular?"

"Maybe this time is an opportunity to become a regular. Three brothers, go all out!"

"good!"

Soon, the four of them got off the bustling street, dragged their suitcases, took off their sunglasses from their faces, looked for the door number, and stood under the sign called "Dad Antique".

“It’s here.”
Chapter completed!