While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 920 True Purpose
When the auction, which was known to only about 20 people, came to an end, it seemed that relative tranquility returned to the cruise ship near midnight.

But everyone who participated in the auction knows that there is an alliance whose number of members and the identity of any one of them cannot be determined. After boarding the ship, through various behaviors and clever arrangements, it took 25 coins in one fell swoop on the third day of the cruise ship. !

Looking back, every method used by the other party is really simple and ordinary, and its operation is considered to be difficult for anyone to get started.

However, it was these simple means that formed one trap after another, and finally snatched nearly a quarter of the coins on board!
Therefore, both the three groups who were blackmailed and the rest of the bidders who witnessed the auction began to do their best to find clues, hoping to determine the identity of the auction organizer as soon as possible.

However, among the people who witnessed the auction, there were two outliers. One was a mixed-race man who watched the whole process with an attitude of watching the show, and the other was Sarah Boris, who was always in a state of soy sauce and was always in shock. .

"Officer Sarah Boris, you have been with me the whole way." The mixed-race man who returned to his guest room stopped, looked at the beautiful policewoman beside him and said with a smile:

"What? I got you out of trouble. Out of gratitude, do you want to give me your body?"

Immersed in the shock brought by the auction along the way, Sarah Boris, who followed the half-race man at a loss, suddenly woke up, looked around in surprise, but found that she had come to a strange environment!

"Where is this?" Sarah Boris exclaimed in surprise, but saw the mixed-race man looking at her curiously, and couldn't help but feel panicked.

"Inside this door is the room I live in." Sarah Boris' sudden cuteness made the half-race man want to laugh inexplicably, and subconsciously teased: "Did you leave your brain in the concert hall?"

"I..." Sara Boris stammered, and quickly recovered a little calm under the questioning of the mixed-race man, and tried to find an excuse to blurt out: "I was wondering why you were a bystander?"

"Because if I make a move, they will all lose in a mess." The mixed-race man laughed disdainfully, and the blatant pride and confidence in his words made Sarah Boris stunned.

However, the mixed-race man seemed to think of something again after he finished speaking. He rolled his eyes and added with a smile: "There is another reason, and that is that among the people who boarded the ship this time, there is a fox who makes trouble."

"And with him, I get to enjoy drama after drama. And those coins are nothing compared to the surprise."

"Fox? Him?" Sarah Boris groaned for a while and suddenly woke up and exclaimed, "You know who the organizer of the auction is!"

"It seems that you still have some brains." The mixed-race man tilted his head and smiled.

"You..." Sara Boris, who was in astonishment, didn't seem to feel the superiority of the other party when facing her, and asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that I will tell others when you tell me this news?"

"If you don't lose your mind, you won't." The mixed-race man waved his hand firmly: "Your behavior at the auction today has already created an impression in others' minds that we are the same group."

"And based on my past deeds and reputation on the ship, if you go out and spread information about me, someone will find me within 10 minutes and use the news that you betrayed me in exchange for the opportunity to partner with me."

Sarah Boris, who vaguely felt that what the mixed-race man said was indeed the truth, hesitated for a moment, then bravely asked: "Can you tell me..."

"No." The mixed-race man said decisively: "If your wisdom is not enough to help you obtain the truth, it means that you are not qualified to master it."

"Sorry, Officer Sarah Boris. It's getting late and I'm going to rest. Would you like to come with me?"

As he said that, the mixed-race man turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, with a narrow smile on his face.

Sarah Boris blinked her eyes, intending to say something to counter the half-race man, but before she could speak, the half-race man opened the door and walked into the guest room.

And when the door closed, she thought of a wonderful response, but unfortunately no one listened.

Breathing lightly, Sarah Boris turned around and found the nearby waiter as quickly as possible, and asked the other party to send her back to the guest room for safety reasons.

However, after returning to his room, the mixed-race man did not rest immediately, but sat in front of his favorite French window thinking about something.

"Master Wei." Uncle Zhong respectfully stood behind the mixed-race man.Curiously asked: "Why are you so sure that the auction was organized by Song He?"

"It's unbelievable, isn't it?" The mixed-race man laughed and asked, "Uncle Zhong, who owns those 25 coins now?"

Uncle Zhong immediately replied: "Twenty-two are in Song He's room, and three more are in the hands of a person named Lena."

"This guy found a helper quietly." The mixed-race man recalled briefly: "If I remember correctly, this Lena should be a retired special agent from Banguo, right?"

"Yes, Master Wei." Uncle Zhong nodded and said, "She got a good grade in the job, but she made mistakes in actual actions because of her personality, so she was fired."

"Then she should be the woman who sent the auction book." The mixed-race man smiled suddenly: "Actually, I felt a little strange after I entered the concert hall, because Bethel Pat and Carlo were sitting with Cliff. Same table."

"On the first day of boarding the ship, Bethel Pat caused Song He to lose the coin in his hand in full view. And the people who witnessed that incident were all about Bethel who was sold by Carlo. Attracted by El Pater's intelligence."

"With Song He's strength, it is the least possible for him to lose coins in the form of gambling, unless he deliberately does so. Now that I think about it, the game that attracted so much attention was actually a game that Song He set up for himself. stage."

"But no matter how exciting a play is, it is only meaningful if there are audiences watching it. So if you think about it a little bit more, you will understand that Song He, who deliberately lost coins, is the one who most hopes that his fake play will be seen by more audiences. people who see."

Uncle Zhong suddenly understood: "With Song He's ability, he will definitely select the audience for watching the show! According to this analysis, the people who participated in the auction today are indeed almost the same as the group of people who watched the game a few days ago!"

"Yes." The mixed-race man looked at Uncle Zhong with a smile and asked, "Do you still remember when Carlo came to sell information, how did you describe Bethel Pat and Song He?"

"Remember." Uncle Zhong briefly recalled: "Bethel Pat is participating in the event for the third time. His strength cannot be underestimated. He is a strong candidate to compete for the final victory."

"There is only one sentence to describe Song He, and that is a newcomer participating in an event for the first time."

The mixed-race man put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Look! From that time on, Carlo has been helping Song He with his plans!"

Uncle Zhong thought for a while and asked again: "Then Bethel Pat..."

"It's a group." The mixed-race man said decisively: "Bethel Pat asked the casino notary to apply for the bet. Without him, the stage would not be set up."

"Before the auction started, Bethel Pat was in front of us when he entered the concert hall. Cliff had already taken his seat. When I entered the concert hall, I just saw Bethel Pat sitting Next to Cliff."

"And contacting Carlo's actions, Bethel Pat naturally cannot escape the identity of Song He's accomplice. It's just poor Cliff, who was actually targeted by these guys."

"It seems that his secret can't be kept, haha!"

"Indeed." Uncle Zhong counted: "Bethel Pat, Carlo, Lena, and Ishikawa Hayato, whose role I don't know for the time being, should be members of the alliance centered on Song He."

The mixed-race man nodded, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's not even half the time, so I'm really looking forward to the next performance."

It was already midnight when the mixed-race man calmed down from the surprise brought by the auction.

And when two o'clock in the morning came, several shadowy figures appeared in certain locations on the cruise ship and began to destroy the monitoring equipment near these locations.

An hour later, these figures disappeared without leaving any traces, as if they had never appeared before.

At the same time, Song He, who was in the guest room, looked at the display screen in his hand, sneered, and called Carlo.

The next morning, when Cliff arrived at the appointed restaurant, Carlo had already arrived.

"Any news?" Seeing that Carlo's expression was not quite right, Cliff asked with a frown.

"We'll talk about it when they come." Carlo took a sip of his coffee with a gloomy expression, obviously the new information he got was not good news.

After a while, Bethel Pat and Natalia arrived one after another, and Carlo said unhappily: "Before the event ends, all the information in my hands will be provided to you for free."

"But when the coins are divided at the end, I'm going to take an extra coin."

The three of Cliff all heard the implication that no bargaining was allowed in Carlo's words, and after looking at each other, they nodded in unanimous agreement, which was considered to have accepted Carlo's conditions.

"Last night, the person who once sold me the information on the monitoring blind area contacted me again." Carlo put the unfinished half cup of coffee on the dining table: "He said that someone destroyed the monitoring equipment in some areas last night .”

"The rhetoric is roughly the same as the last intelligence, but there are some differences."

Bethel Pat asked in a deep voice, "What's the difference?"

"First, he said that the saboteurs are not theirs." Carlo raised two fingers: "Second, the artificially created monitoring blind spot is completely different from the last time."

The three of them started to think about it, and Bethel Pat frowned in confusion: "What is this guy going to do?"

"No matter what he wants to do, our target is always them and his group." Cliff shook his head after pondering to no avail. "Don't be disturbed by those redundant and useless information. Maybe this is a smokescreen they deliberately released."

Carlo shook his head and sighed: "I don't know if it's a smoke screen, but I have personally confirmed the locations he mentioned. The monitoring equipment is indeed destroyed, and the destruction method is indeed different from the previous one."

"Mr. Carlo." Natalia, who was listening to the discussion while eating, suddenly said, "I think there are two ways to deal with this information, which can also bring us benefits."

"The first way is to sell them. After all, the information and auction last time were only known to a few people. If they are sold to another group of people, it will be regarded as an income."

"The second way is that we keep this information ourselves and imitate them to earn some extra coins."

As soon as the words fell, Bethel Pat and Carlo fell into deep thought. Even Cliff, who had just reminded everyone not to be disturbed by redundant information, began to think about the feasibility of it quite emotionally.

Not long after, the four of them decided to pay attention to the newly emerging monitoring blind spots while investigating Song He, to determine whether there was a chance to earn coins.

However, when the four of them began to investigate various locations in the information, they suddenly realized that there were quite a lot of people haunting these locations!

Moreover, all of them look around stealthily, and when they meet others in these positions, they will keep their distance with a face of wariness, as if they are afraid that the other party will get angry and rush towards them!
"Damn it!" Carlo came to his senses in an instant, and cursed angrily after meeting Cliff and the others: "This guy spread the information himself!"

Cliff, who came to the same conclusion, nodded and said in a deep voice: "It seems that he doesn't intend to give others a chance to imitate."

"But what's the point of doing this?" Natalya, whose proposal failed after being frustrated, had a rare gloomy look on her face: "After the information spreads, not only is it no longer feasible to seize the coins violently, but everyone who still has the coins will be more wary. There are even more levels.”

"In this way, it will be more difficult for everyone to take coins from others, which is not beneficial at all!"

"It's also pointless to think about the other party's intentions." Cliff said decisively: "Determine their identities as soon as possible! I don't know what they are going to do, but I am worried that if this continues, the situation will become more and more chaotic by them! "

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"My purpose? It's very simple, just to mess up the situation."

In Song He's guest room, after distributing the information according to Song He's instructions, Lena couldn't hold back the doubts in her heart and came to seek answers.

"Actually, when you destroyed the first monitoring device, we pushed a small snowball down from the top of the snow mountain." Facing Lena's question, Song He Shi calmly said: "Now, it has rolled to the mountainside .”

Such a statement obviously failed to solve the doubts in Lena's heart, so she, who had a preliminary understanding of Song He's personality, said unabashedly: "Mr. Sun, I don't quite understand."

"On the first night we boarded the ship, you destroyed some monitoring equipment." Song He paused and smiled meaningfully: "Actually, I asked you to do this at the time, in addition to paving the way for follow-up actions, It’s also to test the organizer.”

"Now, if you recall, did the organizer of the event respond to your destruction of the monitoring equipment?"

Lena shook her head decisively, "No."

"Yes." Song He smiled mysteriously: "They neither repaired the equipment nor arranged for personnel to monitor it. It can be said that they allowed the existence of those monitoring blind spots."

"And this kind of response without response just shows their attitude, that is, they don't care whether you destroy the monitoring equipment or artificially create monitoring blind spots."

"If you think about it a little bit deeper, they don't even care what you do in the dark as long as you don't get caught violating the rules."

Lena nodded thoughtfully, indicating that she followed Song He's train of thought.

Seeing this, Song He continued: "After clarifying this point, I will destroy the monitoring equipment to violently snatch the coins, and unintentionally disclosed it to a group of people who are in urgent need of coins."

"The purpose of my doing this is to know the organizer's tolerance limit for the artificial monitoring blind zone."

"Tolerance limit?" Lena was shocked: "That is to say..."

"That's right." Song He said with a wicked smile, "If the organizer doesn't respond, the destruction of the monitoring equipment on the ship will not stop."

"And as more and more monitoring blind spots appear, everyone's sense of crisis will become heavier. Especially those guys with coins on their bodies will be wary of anyone who approaches them, even if that person is Companion to forge an alliance."

"At that time, the snowball we pushed down the mountain will turn into an avalanche sweeping everyone, bringing us an unparalleled harvest!"

(End of this chapter)