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Chapter 84
chapter 0066 part 1
**Chapter 66: Silencing and Selling Goods**
After a full half hour passed, inside the Engine Room, a sailor tremblingly pushed open the door, poked his head out, and cautiously moved to the Window.
Several shark fins emerged from the water on the Sea Surface, feeding on the remaining corpses and shredded meat in the sea.
The sailor looked at the shark fins exposed on the Sea Surface, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped onto the ground.
It's gone, that damned octopus is gone.
Otherwise, facing such a top predator, these sharks wouldn't dare to come near.
The sailor wiped the sweat from his forehead while stumbling back into the Engine Room, calling out the few companions hidden inside.
Ten minutes later, the survivors hidden throughout the cruise ship emerged one after another.
The First Mate, along with some sailors, counted the number of survivors, barely maintaining order amidst the wails and cries.
On the Deck, the First Mate looked grimly at the tattered cruise ship and the corpses scattered everywhere.
He knew that the Costa Cruise Ship was finished this time.
Even with the insurance company covering the losses, with so many people dead on this ship, the best outcome would be for the company to go bankrupt and liquidate.
One must know that many people on this ship were wealthy and influential. Their deaths on board would lead to astronomical sums in subsequent claims and settlements from their families.
The First Mate took off his glasses, breathed onto the lenses, and pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the fogging gold-rimmed glasses.
As the handkerchief rubbed against the lenses, the First Mate's face was ashen. He was thinking about how to explain things to the Family/Clan.
The reason he could hold the position of First Mate on the Costa Cruise Ship was because he had a Mafia Godfather for a father.
Doing business in Italy, it was unavoidable to deal with Mafia Families/Clans to some extent.
Many people thought that in modern society, with improved systems, old organizations like the Mafia were outdated and eliminated by the times.
But the First Mate, as the illegitimate son of a Mafia Godfather, knew deeply that his Family/Clan's influence still permeated all walks of life in Italy.
It was just that the Mafia's business was no longer limited to kidnapping, extortion, smuggling alcohol, or dealing drugs – those low-level trades.
Now, the majority of the Family/Clan's business was legitimate.
Just like this super cruise ship had the Family/Clan's investment. Although he was an illegitimate son, it was clear that the job his cheap old man arranged for him was quite good.
It was leisurely and comfortable, with a high salary, few tasks, and a fixed annual dividend.
Compared to his uncles and brothers who risked their lives fighting for business with local Drug Lords in Mexico and Colombia, he was already considered lucky.
But now that the cruise ship had an accident, given his cheap old man's face, he might not be overly blamed for this act of God.
However, a lucrative and leisurely job like the Costa Cruise Ship was out of the question.
If he had known, he would have listened to his old man's arrangement and gone to Turin to be the manager of the Continental Hotel.
The First Mate sighed, put his cleaned glasses back on, and looked at the Sea Surface. Suddenly, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on again.
He hadn't seen wrong. In the distance on the Sea Surface, a warship was sailing towards them.
On the Bridge (of a ship) of the warship, the Black General and William Stryker stood side by side, both looking towards the cruise ship through binoculars.
"General, it seems your experiment failed!"
William Stryker, looking through the binoculars at the dense crowd on the Deck, said to the Black General.
The military's so-called secret weapon couldn't even handle a civilian cruise ship; expecting it to deal with enemy warships was a joke.
The Black General's face was extremely grim. "Major Mond, check the locator on the wooden box."
Behind the Black General, a white Major Officer in a Navy uniform pulled out a tablet-like instrument.
After a few simple operations, the tablet displayed a constantly moving red dot.
"General, two hundred nautical miles from us, seven hundred meters underwater, the target is moving at high speed..."
"Keep a constant watch on its movements!" The Black General ordered, his face dark.
"Yes, sir!"
After saluting, the Major Officer tactfully stepped aside.
William Stryker held the binoculars, looking at the crowd on the Deck waving their hands. After watching for a long time, he couldn't find the target's figure.
Dead? Impossible!
William Stryker looked at the Black General beside him, and the two exchanged a tacit glance.
Ten minutes later, a torpedo accurately hit the bottom of the Costa Cruise Ship.
Boom...
The survivors on the Deck, who had been eagerly anticipating the warship, suddenly felt the cruise ship beneath their feet shake violently.
.........
"Bang!"
The Restaurant door was violently pushed open, and a muscular man, naked from the waist up and covered in bloodstains, walked in, carrying a suitcase in one hand.
Under the panicked gaze of the Diners in the Restaurant, Sabretooth walked up to Magneto with the suitcase, placing it at his feet.
Sabretooth nodded towards Magneto, then turned and walked out of the Restaurant. As he walked, Sabretooth shook his neck, loosening his joints.
As he passed Hill, he twitched his nose and looked at Hill suspiciously. However, seeing Hill's panicked expression, Sabretooth shook his head and continued walking out of the Restaurant.
Magneto put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at the suitcase at his feet, and slowly stood up.
"It seems there are a few little mice hiding on this ship!"
Clang, clang, clang!
The metal knives and forks near Magneto floated in the air under his control.
"Victor, find them!"
Sabretooth pushed the door open and left...
At this time, the startled Diners also left the Restaurant one after another.
Hill, mixed in with the crowd, had a look of anxiety flash across her face. She pressed the micro-communicator by her ear, eager to know Hawkeye's situation.
"I'm fine, just a slight injury to my arm,"
Inside an empty Room on the sixth floor of the passenger ship, Hawkeye gritted his teeth as he wrapped gauze around the wound on his arm.
"The mission failed, Hill. That tiger's healing ability is too freakish, it's practically an undying body! We need to call for backup now!"
"I'll contact the Director immediately, Hawkeye. Sabretooth is looking for you, be careful!"
Hill left the Restaurant, looked at Sabretooth's figure in the distance, and while talking to Hawkeye about the situation, walked in the opposite direction from Sabretooth.
............
**Chapter 66: Silencing and Selling Goods**
After a full half hour passed, inside the Engine Room, a sailor tremblingly pushed open the door, poked his head out, and cautiously moved to the Window.
Several shark fins emerged from the water on the Sea Surface, feeding on the remaining corpses and shredded meat in the sea.
The sailor looked at the shark fins exposed on the Sea Surface, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped onto the ground.
It's gone, that damned octopus is gone.
Otherwise, facing such a top predator, these sharks wouldn't dare to come near.
The sailor wiped the sweat from his forehead while stumbling back into the Engine Room, calling out the few companions hidden inside.
Ten minutes later, the survivors hidden throughout the cruise ship emerged one after another.
The First Mate, along with some sailors, counted the number of survivors, barely maintaining order amidst the wails and cries.
On the Deck, the First Mate looked grimly at the tattered cruise ship and the corpses scattered everywhere.
He knew that the Costa Cruise Ship was finished this time.
Even with the insurance company covering the losses, with so many people dead on this ship, the best outcome would be for the company to go bankrupt and liquidate.
One must know that many people on this ship were wealthy and influential. Their deaths on board would lead to astronomical sums in subsequent claims and settlements from their families.
The First Mate took off his glasses, breathed onto the lenses, and pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the fogging gold-rimmed glasses.
As the handkerchief rubbed against the lenses, the First Mate's face was ashen. He was thinking about how to explain things to the Family/Clan.
The reason he could hold the position of First Mate on the Costa Cruise Ship was because he had a Mafia Godfather for a father.
Doing business in Italy, it was unavoidable to deal with Mafia Families/Clans to some extent.
Many people thought that in modern society, with improved systems, old organizations like the Mafia were outdated and eliminated by the times.
But the First Mate, as the illegitimate son of a Mafia Godfather, knew deeply that his Family/Clan's influence still permeated all walks of life in Italy.
It was just that the Mafia's business was no longer limited to kidnapping, extortion, smuggling alcohol, or dealing drugs – those low-level trades.
Now, the majority of the Family/Clan's business was legitimate.
Just like this super cruise ship had the Family/Clan's investment. Although he was an illegitimate son, it was clear that the job his cheap old man arranged for him was quite good.
It was leisurely and comfortable, with a high salary, few tasks, and a fixed annual dividend.
Compared to his uncles and brothers who risked their lives fighting for business with local Drug Lords in Mexico and Colombia, he was already considered lucky.
But now that the cruise ship had an accident, given his cheap old man's face, he might not be overly blamed for this act of God.
However, a lucrative and leisurely job like the Costa Cruise Ship was out of the question.
If he had known, he would have listened to his old man's arrangement and gone to Turin to be the manager of the Continental Hotel.
The First Mate sighed, put his cleaned glasses back on, and looked at the Sea Surface. Suddenly, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on again.
He hadn't seen wrong. In the distance on the Sea Surface, a warship was sailing towards them.
On the Bridge (of a ship) of the warship, the Black General and William Stryker stood side by side, both looking towards the cruise ship through binoculars.
"General, it seems your experiment failed!"
William Stryker, looking through the binoculars at the dense crowd on the Deck, said to the Black General.
The military's so-called secret weapon couldn't even handle a civilian cruise ship; expecting it to deal with enemy warships was a joke.
The Black General's face was extremely grim. "Major Mond, check the locator on the wooden box."
Behind the Black General, a white Major Officer in a Navy uniform pulled out a tablet-like instrument.
After a few simple operations, the tablet displayed a constantly moving red dot.
"General, two hundred nautical miles from us, seven hundred meters underwater, the target is moving at high speed..."
"Keep a constant watch on its movements!" The Black General ordered, his face dark.
"Yes, sir!"
After saluting, the Major Officer tactfully stepped aside.
William Stryker held the binoculars, looking at the crowd on the Deck waving their hands. After watching for a long time, he couldn't find the target's figure.
Dead? Impossible!
William Stryker looked at the Black General beside him, and the two exchanged a tacit glance.
Ten minutes later, a torpedo accurately hit the bottom of the Costa Cruise Ship.
Boom...
The survivors on the Deck, who had been eagerly anticipating the warship, suddenly felt the cruise ship beneath their feet shake violently.
.........
"Bang!"
The Restaurant door was violently pushed open, and a muscular man, naked from the waist up and covered in bloodstains, walked in, carrying a suitcase in one hand.
Under the panicked gaze of the Diners in the Restaurant, Sabretooth walked up to Magneto with the suitcase, placing it at his feet.
Sabretooth nodded towards Magneto, then turned and walked out of the Restaurant. As he walked, Sabretooth shook his neck, loosening his joints.
As he passed Hill, he twitched his nose and looked at Hill suspiciously. However, seeing Hill's panicked expression, Sabretooth shook his head and continued walking out of the Restaurant.
Magneto put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at the suitcase at his feet, and slowly stood up.
"It seems there are a few little mice hiding on this ship!"
Clang, clang, clang!
The metal knives and forks near Magneto floated in the air under his control.
"Victor, find them!"
Sabretooth pushed the door open and left...
At this time, the startled Diners also left the Restaurant one after another.
Hill, mixed in with the crowd, had a look of anxiety flash across her face. She pressed the micro-communicator by her ear, eager to know Hawkeye's situation.
"I'm fine, just a slight injury to my arm,"
Inside an empty Room on the sixth floor of the passenger ship, Hawkeye gritted his teeth as he wrapped gauze around the wound on his arm.
"The mission failed, Hill. That tiger's healing ability is too freakish, it's practically an undying body! We need to call for backup now!"
"I'll contact the Director immediately, Hawkeye. Sabretooth is looking for you, be careful!"
Hill left the Restaurant, looked at Sabretooth's figure in the distance, and while talking to Hawkeye about the situation, walked in the opposite direction from Sabretooth.
............
