I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 74 Ming Card

  Saturday night.

   "Bang, bang..."

  In an underground boxing ring in the Puton District, two players on the stage who were not too different in size, punched each other and kicked each other.

  Since Fight Club has launched a lot of activities recently, there are very few pure boxing matches like this.

   Only a very small number of people are willing to play this ancient game on stage. There are very few active audiences, and there are almost no verbal abuses when greeting each other's parents and grandparents. The overall atmosphere seems a little deserted.

   "Hank, hit him, didn't you eat?"

   "Hey, Jason, what the **** did you do last night, why are your legs so weak that you can't stand up?"

   At the bar of the tavern, a drunken old guy shouted. He seemed to like this long-lost excitement.

   "Old Muller, a cup of night roses."

  A young visitor ordered a glass of the most expensive distilled spirit, as he had come here in the first place.

   Tu Fu, who was wearing a black robe and hood, threw a silver Poole coin towards the bar.

   "Oh, long time no see you bad guy."

  When the old Muller put on a smiling face, his shiny big yellow teeth always made people feel that they were inlaid with gold. He then handed over a glass of wooden barrel wine,

   "Why don't you go up and have a fight, oh, it's a pity that there is no one else, or let me go up and have a fight with you, don't look at me now, I also retired from professional boxing when I was young."

   After finishing speaking, Old Muller stretched out his thin but unusually strong arm.

   "Old Muller, is it the elderly women's group?" Someone laughed.

   "Get out." Old Muller cursed at the man impatiently.

   "Forget it."

  Tu Fu shook his head lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "If you lie on the ground and can't get up, I won't be able to afford the medical expenses."

   Having seen old Muller's scoundrels, he would not dare to do such a risky thing.

   There was another burst of cheerful laughter in the boxing gym, which directly made old Muller's face flush with anger,

   "You are slanderous."

   "There don't seem to be many people in the ring recently." Tu Fu picked up his wine glass, and took a few quick glances with his eyes pretending to be patrolling.

   "They are all busy chasing their ideals." Old Muller's words are full of irony.

  He has long been dissatisfied with the current business model of the club, but there is nothing he can do about it, "Kidnapping, robbery, parade, general strike, in fact, any of these things are more exciting than a simple fight."

  Tu Fu took a sip of wine, played with the wooden barrel glass in his hand and said casually, "Perhaps, everything will return to its original state soon."

   "I hope." Old Muller sighed tiredly.

  Tu Fu didn't get up slowly until he finished drinking the not-so-cheap barrel of wine. As a hypocritical person, this was his last farewell ceremony to the Fight Club.

   "Goodbye."

  This kind of low-level underground boxing ring is of little help to him now, and the center of the club is occupied by people, and it is difficult for extraordinary people to have the opportunity to fight each other.

   Just yesterday, Miss "Fox" Caroline of the God of Order contacted him, hoping to join their people tomorrow to stop the upcoming disturbance in Fight Club.

  As far as he knows, Fight Club intends to make several big disturbances on this rest day, attracting the attention of the media and the public of the entire Baia Kingdom.

  This means that the extraordinary forces of the church are about to attack, and a war between the extraordinary is about to start.

   "Hoo~"

  When I went out, a gust of hot wind blew across my face, and the night after sunset began to appear.

  Scattered starlight mixed with white lights fell on his shoulders, Tu Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this state very much.

   "Unsurprisingly, Bieber and his group of lunatics still plan to encourage ordinary members to join." Tu Fu had already collected enough information with surveillance while on board, and understood that the other party's operation was destined to produce bloodshed.

   But he always felt that.

  But it is too much to involve ordinary people in the matter between extraordinary people.

  After walking out of the underground boxing gym, he walked to the entrance of the police department with the most power in the central area. Taking advantage of the darkness, no one noticed, he casually delivered an anonymous report letter to the mailbox at the door.

  In addition to briefly describing the distribution of Fight Club's personnel, they also marked on the map the main gathering points they will gather tomorrow, as well as the gathering points where they plan to make trouble at that time.

  This anonymous letter is very detailed, and its importance is enough to make the police department fully touch to stop their actions.

  When encountering unsolvable things, Tu Fu's habitual thinking made Tu Fu not think of any supernatural organization at first.

   Still the National Police Agency.

  After all, the concept of calling the police is deeply imprinted in the DNA of every flower grower.

   "I hope the Police Department can control the scene." Tu Fu murmured.

  Walking around the street for a while on foot, many Leeds citizens went to pick up their children from the nearby junior primary school not long after get off work. Two generations were talking and laughing on the street.

  The night shift is mostly workers who have worked all day. Most of them are exhausted after work at this point. Although life is difficult, everyone is moving forward with a heavy load.

  Listening to the children tirelessly telling about the sporadic things that happened today, they tried their best to have smiles on their faces.

  Tu Fu really didn't understand the actions of those lofty transcendents in the club. They always used the most despicable means under the guise of justice.

"Arrived."

  Unknowingly, following this road, he soon arrived at Big Ben next to the Parliament Building.

   I have to say that Mason is brave enough, and the headquarters is located next to the Police Department and the City Council Building.

  He took out the last prepared letter from his chest and handed it in.

  The cover is marked "Mason Adams".

   Here is the task that Tu Fu specially assigned to Mason. Taking over the Fight Club cannot do without the help of this Sequence 7 master.

   "The layout is complete."

  After reviewing the deployment of the Fight Club, Tu Fu targeted their plans one by one, using all the forces in Liz.

  If this is a game of "Fighting Evil God", then from the stage of dealing the cards, he has already seen all the cards in the opponent's hand.

   So far, everyone from the Police Department to the Orderly, from the Transcendental Organization to the Brotherhood has all become his people.

  What are you fighting against me with!

  …

   "President, this is a letter from someone."

   After a while, someone outside Big Ben noticed the arrival of the letter and hurriedly handed the letter to Mason. Many people in the meeting showed expressions of horror.

   "Don't worry, it's my own."

  Looking at the bottom of the letter, Mason couldn't help but relax a lot after noticing the inscription "Skynet".

  Since that day, Mason Adams has been waiting silently, and finally waited for the contact from the organization.

  Until he read all the deployment of the letter, he felt chills on his back. Judging from his experience in taking over the secret organization, he felt that the intelligence system of Tianyan was terrible.

  The power of the police department, the power of the fight club, and the intelligence deployment of the extraordinary power of the church mentioned in the letter are all very detailed, as if they heard it with their own ears on the spot. This is by no means a huge organization that can be maintained by just one or two people.

"Perhaps even the Baia government and even the Church of the Seven Gods have people from our Skynet, and they must be in important positions." No wonder Mr. "Media Man" didn't think much of his identity as the spokesperson of the Brotherhood at the time. Now it seems that this is indeed not true. What kind of.

  Mason felt more and more that his original decision was very correct, and he silently praised that Mr. "Media Man" who was hiding in secret.

  Our "Skynet" is really powerful.

  (end of this chapter)