I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

Saturday night.

"Bang, bang..."

In an underground boxing ring in Puton District, two players of similar size on the stage threw punches and kicks at each other. They beat each other so badly that even their own mother couldn't recognize them.

Since Fight Club has had a lot of activity lately, there have been very few pure boxing matches like this.

Only a very few people are willing to play this ancient game on stage. There are very few active audiences, and there are almost no verbal abuses when greeting each other's parents and grandparents. The overall atmosphere seems a bit deserted.

"Hank, hit him, didn't you eat?"

"Hey, Jason, what did you do last night, why are your legs so weak that you can't stand up?"

At the bar of the tavern, a drunken old guy shouted, he seemed to like this long-lost excitement.

"Old Muller, a glass of Night Rose."

A young visitor ordered a glass of the most expensive distilled spirit, as he had first come.

Tu Fu, who was wearing a black robe and hood, casually threw a silver Poole coin towards the bar.

"Oh, long time no see you bad guy."

When the old Muller put on a smiling face, his shiny big yellow teeth always made people feel that they were inlaid with gold. He then handed over a glass of wooden barrel wine,

"It's better to go up and have a fight, oh, it's a pity that there are no one else, otherwise let me go up and have a fight with you, don't look at me now, I also retired from the professional boxing ring when I was young."

After saying that, Old Muller stretched out his thin but extremely firm arm.

"Old Muller, is it the elderly women's group?" Someone laughed.

"Get out." Old Mu Le cursed at the man impatiently.

"Forget it."

Tu Fu shook his head lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "If you lie on the ground and can't get up, I won't be able to afford the medical expenses."

Having seen old Muller's scoundrels, he didn't dare to do such a risky thing.

There was another burst of cheerful laughter in the boxing gym, which directly made old Muller's face flush with anger,

"You are slandering."

"There don't seem to be many people in the ring recently." Tu Fu picked up his wine glass, and took a few quick glances with his eyes pretending to be patrolling.

"They are all busy chasing their ideals." Old Muller's words were full of irony.

He has long been dissatisfied with the current business model of the club, but there is nothing he can do about it, "Kidnapping, robbery, parade, general strike, in fact, any of these things are more exciting than a simple fight."

Tu Fu took a sip of the wine, played with the wooden barrel glass in his hand and said casually, "Perhaps, everything will return to normal soon."

"I hope." Old Muller sighed tiredly.

It wasn't until he finished drinking the barrel of wine, which was not cheap, that Tu Fu slowly got up. As a hypocritical person, this was his last farewell ceremony to the fight club.

"Goodbye."

This kind of low-level underground boxing ring does not help him much now, and the center of the club is occupied by people, and it is difficult for extraordinary people to have the opportunity to fight each other.

Just yesterday, Miss "Fox" Caroline of the God of Order contacted him, hoping to join their people tomorrow to stop the upcoming disturbance in the fight club.

As far as he knew, Fight Club planned to make a few big noises on this rest day, attracting the attention of the media and the people of the entire Baia Kingdom.

This means that the extraordinary power of the church is about to attack, and a war between the extraordinary is about to start.

"Huh~"

When I went out, a gust of hot wind brushed my face, and the night after sunset began to appear.

Scattered starlight mixed with white lights fell on his shoulders, and Tu Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this state very much.

"Unsurprisingly, Bieber and his group of lunatics still plan to encourage ordinary members to join." Tu Fu had already collected enough information with surveillance while on board, and understood that the other party's action was destined to lead to bloodshed.

But he always felt it.

But it's too much to involve ordinary people in the matter between extraordinary people.

After walking out of the underground boxing gym, he walked to the entrance of the police department with the most power in the central area. Taking advantage of the darkness, no one noticed, he casually delivered an anonymous letter of complaint to the mailbox at the entrance.

In addition to briefly describing the distribution of Fight Club's personnel, they also marked on the map the main gathering points they will gather tomorrow, as well as the gathering points where they plan to make trouble at that time.

The anonymous letter was recorded in great detail, and it was important enough for the Police Department to take action to stop them.

When encountering unsolvable things, Tu Fu's habitual thinking made Tu Fu's first thought was not any supernatural organization.

Still the Police Department.

After all, the concept of calling the police is deeply imprinted in the DNA of every flower grower.

"I hope the Police Department can control the situation." Tu Fu murmured.

Walking on the street for a while, many Leeds citizens went to pick up their children from the nearby junior primary school not long after get off work. Two generations talked and laughed on the street.

Most of the evening shifts are laborers who have worked all day. Most of them are exhausted after work at this point. Although life is difficult, everyone is moving forward with a heavy burden.

Listening to the children tirelessly telling about the sporadic things that happened today, they tried their best to have smiles on their faces.

Tu Fu really didn't understand the actions of those lofty transcendents in the club. They always used the most despicable means under the guise of justice.

"Arrived."

Unknowingly, following this road, he soon arrived at the Big Ben next to the Parliament Building.

I have to say that Mason is brave enough, and the headquarters is located next to the Police Department and the City Council Building.

He took out the last prepared letter from his chest and handed it in.

Cover marked "Mason Adams".

Here is the task that Tu Fu specially assigned to Mason. Taking over the Fight Club cannot do without the help of this Sequence 7 master.

"The layout is now complete."

After checking the fight club's deployment, Tu Fu targeted their plans one by one, using all the forces in Liz.

If this is a "Fighting Evil God" game, then from the stage of dealing the cards, he has already seen all the cards in the opponent's hand.

So far, everyone from the police department to the orderly, from the extraordinary organization to the brotherhood has become his people.

What are you fighting against me with!

...

"President, this is a letter from someone."

After a while, someone outside Big Ben noticed the arrival of the letter and hurriedly handed the letter to Mason. Many people in the meeting showed expressions of horror.

"Don't worry, it's my own."

Looking at the bottom of the letter, Mason could not help but relax a lot after noticing the signature "Skynet".

Mason Adams has been waiting in silence since that day, finally waiting for contact from the organization.

After reading all the deployment of the letter, he felt chills on his back. Judging from his experience in taking over the secret organization, he felt that the intelligence system of Tianyan was terrible.

The power of the police department, the power of the fight club, and the intelligence deployment of the extraordinary power of the church mentioned in the letter are all very detailed, as if they heard it with their own ears on the spot. This is by no means a huge organization that can be maintained by just two people.

"Perhaps even the Baia government and even the Church of the Seven Gods have people from our Skynet, and they must be in important positions." No wonder Mr. "Media Man" didn't think much of his identity as the spokesperson of the Brotherhood at the time. Now it seems that this is indeed not true. What kind of.

Mason felt more and more that his original decision was very correct, and he silently praised that Mr. "Media Man" who was hiding in secret.

Our "Skynet" is really powerful.