103. Chapter 103 Dare to touch my transformation device?
103. Chapter 103 Dare to touch my transformer?
Author: Ebony Thuja
Chapter 103 Dare to touch my transformer?
Andrew was a frequent visitor and habitual thief on the ship. He had an exquisite skill and could pick up the soap from the warm water quickly and accurately.
But if you want to make the craft of stealing bigger and stronger, just being dexterous is not enough. You also need a certain amount of experience accumulation and clever planning. For example, you need to do things well in advance, clearly explain the security rules on the ship, and look for fat sheep.
etc.
As a veteran, it can be said that he has a very good grasp of the situation on the ship, and he also has a very vicious eye. He usually selects young people who have little social experience and look very rich.
Usually, he would be very accurate in selecting people, and those fat sheep would not be discovered until a few hours after they were stolen.
But he never expected that he would encounter a serious problem today.
He is obviously a pretty boy in a suit, and he has an Asian face. He even looks a bit girly and very feminine. Usually, Asian faces like this are sent to him by the dignitaries from across the sea for gold plating.
My disciples, who appear to be personable on the surface, are actually just idiots.
If you are bullied on a ship in a foreign country, you don't dare to speak out. The security personnel here will not pay attention to these Asian-looking people at all, and some will even take the initiative to bully you once or twice.
So in Andrew's opinion, this kind of person is a very good fat sheep.
But this "fat sheep" taught him a profound lesson. Although he looked weak and had no strength, he was able to strangle his own neck and he could not break free no matter what.
The movements of his hands were obviously very flexible, and most people would never notice how they were stolen. However, it was precisely because of his proud dexterity that the silver table knife pierced through at an extremely weird speed.
The palm of his hand.
Andrew didn't even see how the man in the dark red suit took action.
He looked at each other with horror on his face.
When the other party's pair of dark red eyes looked at him, there was not even a trace of emotional fluctuation, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.
It seems that they are not eyes that humans can have at all, but more like some kind of terrible cold-blooded animal, or some kind of non-mechanical existence...
This is simply like some kind of alien wearing a human shell!
Andrew felt the trembling deep in his soul.
However, for such a being, his tone was unusually gentle and delicate, like a lover's whisper, with some strange ripples.
While trembling constantly, Andrew succumbed to his instinctive fear, followed the other person's words, and looked at where the person was pointing.
That is a dining table a little further away from here. The Asian man in a dark red suit is sitting at a considerable distance from the dining table, and it is blocked by a pillar in the middle. It is difficult for people on the opposite side to see what is going on here.
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Andrew was pinched by the neck and forced to turn sideways to see the situation over there.
It was a man who was devouring food and was wearing a brown coat. The material of the coat was very ordinary, no different from what the sweaty workers on the dock wore.
Andrew just jumped over this guy when he came in.
After all, this guy looks like a poor guy and has nothing to steal. Moreover, he is white and tall, so it will be quite troublesome if he is discovered.
But facing the threat to his life, he had to go no matter what.
Andrew nodded desperately.
The man in the dark red suit relaxed his hand with satisfaction, smiled, and said in an ordinary tone as if he was talking about the weather: "If you yell or run away, the consequences will be dire.
It’s not that simple anymore.”
Andrew's back was wet with cold sweat. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but his teeth kept chattering and he couldn't speak at all.
"Oh, that's right." The man in the suit calmly pulled out the blood-stained knife from his hand, wiped it with a napkin in disgust, and put it aside.
"Your hand is most likely useless. I'm afraid you won't be able to steal things in the future."
Andrew covered his bleeding right hand in pain, and begged the man in the suit in front of him with a slightly expectant look: "Then if I go to steal the book now, I'm afraid I will be discovered..."
"What does that have to do with me?" The man in a dark red suit stroked the snake-shaped earrings next to his ears and said cruel words with great indifference.
Andrew felt as if his throat had been bitten by a poisonous snake. He tightly covered his bleeding hand, turned his head, and moved step by step towards the man in the brown coat under the terrifying and penetrating gaze.
The man in the brown coat was eating, wolfing down as if he hadn't eaten in half a year. There was a silver-edged book on the dining table next to him.
The cover of the book is dotted with silver-white mysterious runes, and you can even see some bright and colorful lights. It looks expensive.
Just the appearance shows a mysterious and simple atmosphere.
Andrew felt he understood a little bit why the man in the suit wanted him to steal the book.
This book is very valuable at first glance. If he had seen it before, he would definitely be greedy and want to steal it. The silver-white runes inlaid on the book might really be silver. Maybe this has a certain value.
An expensive magic book, or an antique from some museum.
Andrew even became greedy, thinking about getting it, running away secretly, and selling the book.
But the pain in his right hand still kept reminding him, and his neck felt like there was a sticky, slippery snake wrapped around it. The moment he felt greedy, it was as if a basin of cold water poured directly from his head.
When he fell, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He quickly gave up the idea.
Concentrate, hold your breath, step very slowly, pretending as if nothing happened, and pass by the dining table and the man in the brown coat who is concentrating on cooking.
At the same time, a sinful hand quietly touched the silver-white book. At the moment when Andrew was about to meet.
The brown coat who was originally focused on cooking suddenly raised his head, grabbed his arm at an extremely fast speed, and pushed him to the floor.
Once again, Andrew was knocked down before he could react.
The man in the brown coat glanced over with a very sharp look, held his arms firmly with both hands, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you touch my book?"