In other words, while completing the progress of the main line, you can try lower-priority D-level side tasks.
As the chief player, Su Wen’s game ideas are still very clear.
The other side.
Phyllis never expected that someone would make this request.
She hesitated:
"The information is nothing too important. If you want to see it, sir, no problem."
Su Wen looked at the slightly helpless girl.
He asked leisurely:
"Nelson, are you still ready for dinner?
What Paul sent was a seafood dish for two people.”
"No, the scenery now is so beautiful, I want to take more pictures."
Hear this sentence.
Mr. Detective shrugged:
"He probably doesn't have time to taste delicious food."
Then he very gentlemanly invited the girl across from him:
"As a reward, try some gooseneck barnacles from the Iberian Peninsula."
One hour later.
The cruise ship arrived in Samoa earlier than expected.
But the VIPs on the ship were not in the mood to hold a banquet.
Probably no one would refuse if they could reach their destination earlier.
In the face of disaster.
Many people are still standing on the solid land of this second largest archipelago in the Pacific Ocean.
Only then did I feel like I had truly survived.
Su Wen doesn't know if anyone will suffer from deep sea phobia because of this.
At least.
Among those sailing lunatics who dared to go deep into the Lost Sea, no one should have this disease.
He took Phyllis and followed the crowd out of the cruise ship.
Just at the identity confirmation office at the port.
A naval officer stopped him extremely arrogantly:
"A detective?
I highly suspect that you are related to the cultists reported in the previous news. Come with me immediately!"
The Samoa Islands are a U.S. territory.
However, unlike the Hawaiian Islands, there is no clear intercontinental division under the United States Commonwealth.
Therefore, in terms of public security in the current world, it is still mainly under the joint jurisdiction of the garrison and the local government.
This gave rise to the particularly arrogant character of the Samoan Navy.
Su Wen knew it as soon as he heard it.
This big idiot probably saw that all the VIPs in front of him were powerful, so he decided to pick a soft persimmon to take the credit.
It's just that this navy probably didn't expect it.
Who did I stop?
Somewhat ridiculous.
But Mr. Detective has never been accustomed to this group of rubbish.
Just as Su Wen was thinking about how to ‘fix’ them.
The next second.
Behind him came a scolding voice in standard American English:
“Shut up!
Which garrison are you in and what is your navy number?"
"Colonel Ulysses, I didn't expect you to be on this ship."
The naval officer who was very arrogant just now suddenly changed his face when he saw the bearded man.
He laughed and said:
"Sir, I am just examining passengers who may be suspicious, such as the little detective in front of you from an unknown firm in North Carolina."
"Detective Kevin is the hero who saved 237 lives on board the Colin. You told me the possibility that he is a cultist.
From now on, you are dismissed!
Did you hear that clearly?
If you don’t accept my decision.
Have McIntosh, the Supreme Commander of the U.S. Naval Forces in Samoa, contact me!"
This bearded naval captain Ulysses is a third-level transcendent.
And.
He is also the head of the actual power department of the U.S. Navy.
This time I came to the Samoa Islands to discuss the regulations for the joint development of the Storm Cliff ruins in the Asia-Pacific region.
But he didn't expect to encounter a border disaster and almost died in the storm.
At this time.
He looked at Su Wen standing there calmly.
There is more praise in my eyes.
The words no longer had the same momentum as before, but instead contained more equal respect:
"Detective Kevin, what happened just now was due to my poor supervision. I'm very sorry."
"Mr. Colonel, you have nothing to apologize for."
Su Wen smiled calmly,
"I only saw one ruffian being driven out of the port, what do you think?"
I heard Mr. Detective say that.
Ulysses took the initiative to reach out to him:
"Mr. Kevin, it's an honor to meet you."
"Me too, Colonel Ulysses."
Two wise men agreed on this.
At the same time.
The scene of them shaking hands was also photographed by many reporters at the port of Samoa.
It has become an important chapter in the annals of civilization:
[Fifth year of the Origin Era—Autumn.
From North Carolina Detective - Important photo of Night Watchman Rhine and U.S. Navy Captain Ulysses]
At the same time.
Su Wen also brought a prompt on the screen:
[Because you have established a relationship with the American Navy, the current relationship level is: Friendly]
[Future Timeline: The ‘Orbital Navigation Project’ adds participating nodes, and the ‘Star Cluster Gravity Springboard Event’ has a success probability of 17%]
Nearby.
The naval officer who had just been dismissed saw the scene of the two shaking hands.
His remaining unwillingness and hatred for Su Wen turned into panic in an instant.
The U.S. Navy colonel who has a higher status than McIntosh, the supreme commander of the troops stationed in the Samoa Islands.
He even shook hands with a little-known detective on an equal footing.
The once extremely arrogant naval officer staggered backward and fled.
Accidentally.
He actually fell into the sea.
Completely become a clown character.
"Mr. Kevin, that man just now is so hateful, I want to go up and argue with him."
"The weaker the law is in an area, the less effective it will be to argue with reason."
I heard Su Wen smile and say:
"You know how those drunk people in the pub will 'greet' each other?"
"I don't know."
The girl shook her head.
"Although it will reduce the quality, in some situations it may be more useful than arguing with reason."
As Su Wen, who is well aware of the "modern Internet language art", he said meaningfully,
Then.
Su Wen pointed to a street somewhere far away from the port and asked:
"Do you know that store?"
"That's a chain of gun stores opened by Glen, with three branches here in Samoa.
Detective Kevin, why are you asking this question?"
Why?
Because he saw the cultist of the ‘Tide’ sect: ‘Daniel Beard’.
After the cultist got off the ship and recorded his confession, he walked straight towards the shop at the port.