Gamers Are Fierce

In mythology, Charon is a dirty and ugly old man who holds a long pole and breathes fire from his eyes. He drives a small canoe and is responsible for ferrying the souls of the dead on the River Styx.

But obviously, in this highly modified script mission, Charon became...

A cargo ship.

An ocean-going cargo ship painted in black and red and equipped with large-caliber battleship artillery.

Woo——

A loud siren sounded on the sea level, and as far as the eye could see, a figure standing on the deck of the cargo ship was vaguely waving.

Fury turned sideways and explained with a smile: Charon is not the name of a specific person, but the code name of the ship.

In addition to humans, some large animals also need to be transported by ferries, and different sequences of ferries transport different types of souls.

Of course, in order to welcome you, the lawyer, the parliament specially adjusted the cargo ship schedule and cleared a ship.

Having said this, Fury paused and his expression became a little serious, ...Mr. Kevin, there is also a member of the parliament accompanying the cargo ship.

He himself knows something about the law and may evaluate and judge you.

I personally suggest that you be more cautious about what you say later...

Mule was stunned when he heard this and wanted to ask again, but Fury turned his head and didn't want to say more.

At the same time, the red and black cargo ship on the distant sea broke through the waves at an exaggerated speed that was completely inconsistent with its size, and reached the coast in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when it was about to run aground on the coast, it suddenly stopped and the entire hull rotated ninety degrees.

It shook violently and landed on the shore.

boom--

The deck on the coastal side of the freighter suddenly popped up and extended diagonally downward to where Mule and Fury were, forming a step leading to the deck.

There's even a bright red carpet on top.

Boom boom boom!

The battleship's artillery on the other side of the freighter fired more than ten shells in sequence as a salute to welcome the distinguished guest.

Amidst the deafening sound of gunfire, the figure originally standing at the bow of the ship stepped on the deck and slowly walked down the steps.

So strong...

Black Trojan felt like his skin was being electrocuted, and he got goosebumps.

With the previous experience and lessons learned, he did not dare to turn on the detection function in this extremely mysterious script mission.

Observe with your naked eyes.

The figure stepping off the freighter was a man with the head of a bee.

He is of medium build, wearing a striped suit, with his hands behind his back, and his attitude is calm and free.

Are you Lawyer Kevin?

The bee-headed man reached out his hand and shook the mule's hand, It's an honor to meet you.

The mule asked uncertainly: Are you...

My surname during my lifetime was Bonaparte, the founder of the First French Empire, the First Consul of France, and the First Emperor of the French Empire.

The bee man's jaws of chewing and sucking mouthparts kept opening and closing, and he uttered a well-spoken English, But that was hundreds of years ago.

Perhaps for other deceased people, their lives will always remain on the day they died. All time after death is the recollection of fragments of past memories.

But I don't want to rest on the past.

I see...

The mule nodded, looked at the ghost of the former French emperor named Bonaparte, and hesitated: Then what should I call you?

Just call me Bee.

Bee waved and said hello to Fury, who bowed in fear to show respect.

The forest cat floating in the air held a camera and looked at the bees with complicated emotions, It turned out to be Napoleon...

He is the Napoleon Bonaparte of the screenplay world.

The witch corrected her in an indifferent tone, Anything can happen in the script world, even the former French Emperor had nothing to be surprised about.

Well...he promulgated the Napoleonic Code during his lifetime. No wonder Fury said he was interested in law.

Li Ang said calmly: And his bee head should be because of his family crest, which is the golden bee.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that Mr. Bonaparte has become a non-mainstream person who likes to dye his hair yellow due to his long life in hell.

The black wooden horse complained silently in his heart, It's not just yellow hair, the whole head has become plush, okay?

It's getting late, let's go quickly.

Bee glanced at his watch and enthusiastically greeted Mule and Fury to board the cargo ship.

Every time the three of them took a step forward along the steps, the steps behind them would automatically shrink a certain distance, along with the red carpet.

After boarding the deck, the cargo ship with no sailors in sight automatically retracted its anchor, blew its whistle, and turned around to head toward the other side of the Styx.

Bee led the way, led the two passengers into the captain's cabin, and invited them to sit down on the soft sofa.

Skillfully take out wine bottles and glasses from the shelves,

Pour a glass of wine each for Mule and Fury.

It is said to be wine, but it is actually a light, clear, colorless liquid.

Put in a wine glass, it swayed slightly as the ship's hull rocked slightly,

When it is raised to the side of the inner wall of the cup, it does not fall down like a regular liquid, but hangs on it with viscosity.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see countless pairs of tiny arms extending out of the liquid and hooking around the inside of the glass.

Fury took the glass with both hands in fear, swallowed, carefully picked up the glass and drank it down.

He closed his eyes tightly, and after savoring it for a moment, his face showed an unfinished expression.

My mouth was smacking, and I kept thinking about it.

Mule felt a chill in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, deliberately slowed down his movements, picked up the wine glass and shook it gently.

The forest cat looked down at the transparent liquid in the glass. After examining it, he came to the conclusion, This should be wine brewed with pure soul energy. It is of great benefit to the spirit body.

It can also be used as material in advanced occult rituals.

She's right.

The witch agreed: The energy fluctuation level of the wine in the cup is almost equivalent to the souls of a hundred people.

It is extremely difficult to make such a drink in the real world.

One is to kidnap and torture victims on a large scale, making them endure inhuman pain before death. easily exposed,

Second, the souls of modern people are polluted, the purity is poor, and it is easy to make mistakes during preparation.

Considering Fury's expression, this glass of wine should be a rare and valuable item in Hades.

Both forest cats and witches are experts in the occult, and the mule as a hired hand knows this very well.

You can try a few bites,

Li Ang said lightly: First of all, I can test whether I am a pure spirit body.

Secondly, this glass of wine might have some positive effects.

Thirdly, this glass of wine may also be a test for this bee.

After hearing the expert group's advice, Mule no longer hesitated, picked up the wine glass and drank a little of the transparent liquid, imitating Fury's example, and pursed his lips.