Lu Dongjie slowly sat down and lit a puff of cigarette.

There was a trace of irritation in his heart. Ever since he set foot on the island of Ireland, troubles have followed him.

In just a few days, we encountered one thrilling incident after another.

According to his way of dealing with things, of course he avoids things when he can and will not take the initiative to cause trouble.

But the situation is different now. Trouble has come to us on its own initiative.

At this time of life and death, if we don't take the initiative to solve the problem, we may all be buried in the sea together.

Damn it, what kind of crown prince is this? He just wants to run around without staying in the palace.

My whole family has been innocently implicated, and now I have to solve the trouble for him.

After everything is over, we must claim a huge amount of mental damages from him.

He was on vacation, and now he had to solve a hostage crisis.

Lu Dongjie smoked his cigarette quietly, and suddenly his heart stopped.

Grant saw his expression in his eyes and asked gently: "Jay, have you decided what to do?"

Lu Dongjie glanced at him, did not answer, and continued to smoke silently.

Grant was struck by his gentle look, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

After a while, Lu Dongjie twisted the cigarette butt out and stretched it towards him, "Bring it here."

Grant was startled and looked up at him, "What?".

"A murderous thing." Lu Dongjie sneered, "You want me to fight terrorists with my bare hands?"

Grant was overjoyed, turned around quickly, took out the Browning pistol from his waist, "Here you go, be careful with it."

"Not bad, good guy." Lu Dongjie took it, tried it out neatly, and checked the magazine, "Huh?"

"There are only two bullets left, save some." Grant smiled sheepishly.

Lu Dongjie calmed down and looked at him, "You said you didn't want me to die?"

"Can you please stop being so pessimistic?" Grant also felt pity in his heart.

"Looking at you like that, we will definitely die." Lu Dongjie chuckled.

"It's a narrow escape from death," Grant said in a low voice. It was rare that he used the right word.

Lu Dongjie ignored him, turned around and walked out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Grant asked anxiously.

Lu Dongjie turned around and looked at him angrily, "Go and settle the funeral arrangements, that's all."

"Jay, don't be so miserable." Grant smiled sarcastically, "At least we still have a glimmer of hope."

After Lu Dongjie left the room, Grant couldn't help crying.

He didn't expect that when he went out, he would encounter the biggest crisis in history.

He was afraid that Lu Dongjie would back down just now, so he didn't dare to tell him all the facts.

The goal of this group of terrorists is very clear, they are targeting the Crown Prince.

They want to take the crown prince as a hostage, threaten the Northern Ireland government authorities, and release the arrested Irish radicals.

Nine of the ten bodyguards responsible for the crown prince's security during this trip have already gone to see God.

He was the last one to survive, and he had three knives and six holes all over his body.

On the way to cover the evacuation of the Crown Prince, due to the crisis, he risked his life and bought some time for the Crown Prince.

As for where the crown prince is hiding now and whether he is safe or not, he doesn't know.

Grant's only hope now is Lu Dongjie. This magical Chinese is the most skilled person he has ever seen.

He felt nervous and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Just a few minutes can feel like a century.

Lu Dongjie's face was very calm when he came back, seemingly neither sad nor happy.

But it was his indifferent expression that made Grant calm down.

"It's calm outside, it doesn't look like there's any crisis at all." Lu Dongjie smiled pretending to be humorous.

"The first-class seats have been replaced by their people a long time ago." Grant said bitterly.

Lu Dongjie turned the gun in his hand coolly twice, then shook his head and put the gun down.

"Jay, what are you doing?" Grant looked at him puzzled.

"I'd better keep this gun for you to save your life." Lu Dongjie glanced at him, "You need it more than me."

Grant rubbed his hands, hesitated to speak, and finally blushed with shame.

Lu Dongjie smiled, sat with his back to him, opened Zhao Yazhi's luggage, and then did something unknown.

"Jay, what are you going to do?" Grant asked him tentatively.

"Now is not the time." Lu Dongjie continued to work without raising his head, "There is an old saying in China that a dark night and a high wind can kill people."

"Jie, if you encounter these people, kill them without mercy." Grant gritted his teeth, "I will bear the consequences."

Lu Dongjie didn't seem to hear it. After a while, he was heard talking to himself in the mirror: "Well, it's okay, just make do with it."

He cut off Zhao Yazhi's clothes and made a simple black hood.

"Jay, how long are you still making these useless things?" Grant said angrily.

"Man, those are terrorists." Lu Dongjie shrugged, disapprovingly, "I don't want to get into any trouble."

"I..." Grant was stunned and speechless.

He was suddenly blinded by hatred. It was impossible for him not to think of these simple details.

The two remained silent for the rest of the time and did not speak.

It's past two o'clock in the morning and it's dead of night.

Lu Dongjie, whose appearance is well concealed, is wearing a black coat.

Like a mysterious night ghost, quietly disappearing into the night.

In the driving room of the cruise ship, two men in camouflage uniforms were holding guns and monitoring the two crew members.

"Mark, you watch them first, I'll go outside to put some water." The thin man motioned to his partner.

"Don't worry, let's go." The fat man yawned, pointed the gun at the crew and shook it, "Boy, don't play tricks, be careful of the hole in your butt."

After waiting for five minutes, the thin man still hadn't come back. The fat man couldn't help but secretly cursed: He went to be lazy again.

Another five minutes passed and he still didn't come back. The fat man suddenly felt that something was wrong.

When he leaned out to observe, a mysterious man in black fell from the sky, startling him.

Before he could pull the trigger, he felt a pain in his head and passed out.

"You...don't kill us." The two crew members raised their hands in fear, their legs trembling a little. "Without us, this ship can't sail."

"Man, I'm an agent of MI6, don't worry." Lu Dongjie patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with a smile.

"Really?" the little crewman covered his mouth and exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief, "Are you 007 James Bond?"

"He is my colleague." Lu Dongjie suppressed his laughter and asked seriously: "Where is your captain Thomson?"

"Captain, he..." The tall crew member suddenly became frightened when he was exposed, his throat was trembling, and he could not speak.

The little crew member stammered: "The captain was killed by them and thrown... into the sea and fed to the sharks."

Lu Dongjie was startled, frowned and asked, "Where is your first mate?"

"The first mate is with them." The little crew member said bitterly.
Chapter completed!