On the clear sea surface dozens of nautical miles away from the mainland of Eternal Federation, a giant ship full of the atmosphere of a dessert fairy tale is moving steadily forward through the waves.
Its size is beyond ordinary people's imagination. The appearance of the entire ship is mainly pink and red, and the edges of the hull are decorated with cream-mounted reliefs. From a distance, it looks like a mobile dessert castle floating on the sea.
In the center of the main sail is printed the eye-catching dark English word "BIGMOM" in bold and bold strokes, giving it a sense of intimidation.
Any navigator who reads the New World newspaper and pays attention to the dynamics of the sea all year round will be shocked and break into a cold sweat if he appears here.
This ship is the famous [Queen·Mother·Queen Mama Chanter] in New World. Behind its stern are more than ten small sailboats that resemble exquisite egg tarts. The entire fleet is like a team of mobile snacks just driven out of the dessert workshop, sailing steadily forward along the ocean current.
On the open deck of [Queen·Mother·Queen Mama Chanter], there were three tall figures standing far above the average height of ordinary humans.
One is a muscular man whose head is covered with a thick layer of decoration that simulates the texture of cream, with two fluffy cream-like beards on the sides of his lips. He is wrapped in a dark chocolate-colored thick cloak. The tight lines of his arms are vaguely visible under the cloak.
The other was a thin man with an extraordinarily slender figure and a pointed face with rich dramatic makeup. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the railing beside him, his expression full of tension.
The third one is a mixed-race Longleg Tribe woman with fair and translucent skin, a tall and straight figure, and amazingly long legs that are different from ordinary people.
The three of them stood quietly, looking in through the cracks in the cabin's glass window from time to time.
The fat woman wearing a loose pink dress in the cabin was keeping her head buried in her mouth and stuffing a mountain of desserts into her mouth. Pieces of cake were falling from the corners of her mouth, and her fingers were covered with icing sugar and cream.
Federation In a three-story western-style building with Little Garden in the block where Presidential Palace was, Hawkins, who had been at home for a long time, reached out and pushed open the heavy door.
The dazzling sunlight poured down without any obstruction and fell on the top of his hair, causing him to subconsciously narrow his eyes.
When his eyes slowly adapted to the bright light outside, he stepped out of the shadows, taking a big breath of fresh outdoor air scented with grass and trees, and his eyes slowly swept over the crowds of people walking on the street in front of him.
There were a few familiar faces on the street who had asked him for divination before. When they saw him going out, they immediately stopped and waved to him in a friendly manner. Hawkins just nodded indifferently, which was considered a response.
At this moment, his vision suddenly froze. Several burly men who were passing by him had deathly features that only he could see, and a strong sense of ominousness instantly wrapped around his heart like a vine.
Hawkins's heart sank suddenly, and he had a strong premonition of something bad. He immediately leaned against the tree on the street, quickly took out the Tarot Cards he carried with him, and completed the divination ceremony with his fingertips. The final result made his back feel slightly tight: the chance of these people surviving to the next day was actually only 1%.
He calmly engraved the facial features of these dying people firmly in his mind, put away Tarot Cards, turned around and walked straight to the Presidential Palace not far away, successfully found Lafitte who was working, and told all the results of his divination in detail.
"Who are the people with the appearance of death on their bodies?"
Lafitte didn't show any panic on his face. He raised his hand slowly and clicked on the surveillance video on the office wall, calling up the corresponding real-time picture of the street. Hawkins took two steps forward, stood in front of the screen and pointed out the strong men one by one.
When the faces of the people in the picture came into view clearly, Lafitte's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his eyes instantly became cold.
In order to save pension expenses as much as possible, the lower-level soldiers of the Federation army are all clones cultivated in a unified manner, while the middle and high-level officer classes are all served by the original King's Army Commander from each country that originally joined Federation.
Hawkins These people who saw the dead appearance happened to be all Army Commander of the original King's Army.
When will there be signs of mass deaths among the military officers?
Either a large-scale natural disaster with a wide range of effects suddenly strikes, or a foreign enemy invades the mainland on a large scale.
Thinking of this, Lafitte no longer dared to be careless. He took out a satellite phone that had never been circulated in the market from the innermost side of the drawer, paused with his fingertips, and dialed the number stored at the top of the encrypted list.
[PARTYS BAY] Warehouse.
Lucas glanced at Kuro's head that was handed over to Berjemi while he was kneeling on one knee. His fingertips danced for a while, Bioelectric Current, and in an instant, the head was completely burned into scattered fine ash.
"You have done a great job. I will officially promote you to be the general person in charge of the East Blue area in a while. During this time, you should be prepared to take over the job in advance."
Kuro raised his head suddenly, with a look of disbelief and shock on his face. He originally thought that he would just get rid of a little gangster with no background, and he would get a bounty at most. He didn't expect that he could jump several levels and directly sit in the position of the regional chief. This is such a huge good thing, he had never even dared to dream in this direction before.
"Okay, go back and hand over all the tasks you are currently responsible for."
Lucas waved his hand, indicating that he could retreat.
"As you command!"
Kuro suppressed his turbulent emotions, responded loudly, and walked out of the warehouse door in a daze.
If you want to become a sufficiently qualified business elite in this chaotic world, in addition to mastering all relevant professional skills, having strong enough own strength is also an essential core condition. This is the real reason why Lucas is willing to make an exception and promote Kuro.
The hometown in the previous life had a complete and sound legal system, and evil-minded criminals would not dare to openly use violent means to directly rob rich people, but this world where chaos is the main theme is completely different. All the laws promulgated by World Government only protect the privileged class of Celestial Dragons from beginning to end.
In a business war, there is an option to destroy the opponent's body.
A qualified business elite must not only have sufficient relevant professional knowledge, but also have the strength not to be physically solved by competitors.
TO BE CONTINUED