musicians of old

Chapter 661 Don’t Believe It’s Rain
"Keep it."

Fanning waved his hand.

"Besides keeping a close eye on him and not letting him go crazy, everything else is provided with normal food and drink."

"Keep it?" Walter was a little surprised and couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Fanning, the voyage will take about two and a half days. Once we dock, all kinds of variables will come."

There was no one here except Sheeran, and he spoke bluntly.

On this vast high seas, as long as it is handled cleanly, everything can be "explained", right?

But after that, I am afraid that the right to interpret the matter and the initiative will no longer be in our unilateral hands.

"We have killed so many people from the Special Patrol Office, including the phantoms. Now we are only sending back a Junker, who is a madman. It doesn't seem like we are leaving them any room for mercy. Instead, it feels like we are deliberately provoking them. I am seriously worried that those guys will get angry out of shame. Are you sure you want to keep him?"

"Stay, of course, why not?" Fan Ning smiled coldly, "The main point is to 'seek truth from facts', why would you do anything extra for no reason?"

He said slowly, as if smiling, "We in this orchestra are all artists, right? We have limited intelligence and knowledge. The deaths of those people are a little strange and hard to understand. I'm afraid it's just that we don't have enough experience. 'The social circle cannot be traced'? After landing, I saw that the leaders of the municipal departments have many ways. With the help of the official mysterious organization, they can naturally find out their identities."

Walter and Sheeran were both puzzled after hearing this.

The previous analyses have basically pointed to the possibility of "phantom man".

Why are you saying now that you don’t understand and have no experience? Why are you still seriously checking your “identity”? What kind of identity can a phantom have?
"Besides, no one saw which of the two groups came first and which came later. We can't just say it was rain. Did the Special Patrol Office come here to assassinate? Someone looks like Chief Patrolman Junker? Mr. Director, Miss Secretary, if these are completely fabricated and other people are just making random guesses, it's their business. If we repeat them, then that means we are also responsible, right?"

As Xilan listened, his eyes gradually widened and he sat up straight on the pillow.

Fanning motioned for her to hand over the hot tea on the windowsill, thanked her, and blew a breath:
"These days, the world is not very stable. In my opinion, some unknown secret organization may have found us again. The methods of these secret followers are getting more and more powerful. Thanks to the timely assistance of the Special Patrol Office, the personnel of various official organizations were organized to repel the powerful enemy. Otherwise, we would have been buried in the sea this time. Alas, it's a pity for our Chief Inspector Owen. Fortunately, he was able to leave a survivor during the chaos. Director Walter, you must keep this guy under guard for me. After he comes ashore, hand him over to the Special Patrol Office and let the organization investigate him thoroughly!"

At the end, Fanning's voice suddenly rose.

Walter's figure shuddered, and he finally understood.

Just looking at his boss's half-smiley eyes, there was a hint of coldness, which was obviously just some real anger being suppressed temporarily. He didn't know what would happen when he arrived in San Perto. At this moment, even though he belonged to "his side" rather than "the other side", he felt a little sweat on his back!

"Got it, Mr. Fanning! I will keep everyone's mouths shut for the next two days!!"

The cruise ship continued to sail in the sea.

Almost no one had met Fanning in the past few days. All visits from the cruise ship staff were rejected by Sheeran. Apart from her personal care, only Walter was called in by Fanning a few times.

"The boss is still lying down."

After Walter came out several times, he just said this in response to everyone's concerned inquiries.

The latter part of the ocean voyage was shrouded in a relatively silent atmosphere, and even the speed seemed to have slowed down.

By the last two days, the radio signal was restored to normal due to entering Janus' territorial waters.

The cruise company's supervisor had already written the accident report and was waiting to report it to his superior on land. In fact, these past few days were definitely a "dark moment" for the supervisor.

Originally, the luxury cruise ship "Vanessa" took such an order. Whether it was the contract amount or the status of the service recipients, it was definitely a good job that would make its performance soar. However, it ended up encountering a vicious attack of this level!
Fortunately, the day before he went out to sea, he boasted to his friends at a drinking party that among his clients there were a lot of "mysterious policemen" with "extraordinary abilities". If they were "lucky" and encountered pirates, they could never be sure who would rob whom. It would probably be a good show.
Who would have thought that after the incident broke out, the financier actually ordered these "extraordinary people" to quickly evade and save their lives, and the financier himself, whose strength was unfathomable, was beaten like this in the end!

The damage to those expensive facilities and the injuries to other personnel were secondary. What made him most uneasy was the rumors he had heard from others in the past few days. The origins of the attackers might not be that simple! The conflict between the two sides was definitely not something he could get involved in!
I thought Fanning would call me, the person in charge of the cruise ship, over to question him, and I could see what his expression was.
This financial sponsor seemed to have completely forgotten that there was a manager like him on board.
Is the injury so serious?

But I don't understand why even the work that maids used to do, such as delivering meals and clothes, has become done by his secretary herself.

Of course, the cruise manager still faithfully performed his duties as a middle-level manager of the company. He wrote down everything he saw and heard in the report.

However, today, before we could submit the report, as soon as we entered the territorial waters, we immediately received a unilateral notice and warning from a big shot in the Industry, Energy and Transportation Committee, which was forwarded from Theolaine!
He had heard a little about this big shot before. He was a key link in the family network of marriage, power and connections of the generation of the railway tycoon Earl Adair.

If it were on an ordinary day, there would be no chance for us to even meet each other.

The boss's ultimatum came with a very short message similar to a unified "press release", asking the cruise manager to "copy it verbatim" on various occasions in the future. "Other than that, don't be smart!"

Seeing that the situation had become unfathomable, how could the manager dare to say a word? The originally written "incident report" was only a few words left when it was sent to Janus' company headquarters.

On the evening of October 10, the cruise ship finally arrived at the Elisha Port on the Western Continent.

Although this place is named after the county town, it is not the largest port in Elisha County. Similar to the newly built dock areas in the coastal cities of Theolaine, most of the transportation throughput of this county town has been transferred elsewhere.

Elisha Port is now a "high-end line" that takes into account the privacy and quietness requirements of distinguished customers.

“Oooooh!——”

The tranquility of the harbor was broken from afar, the sound of ship whistles resounded through the sky, and the black silhouettes of seagulls danced gracefully in the afterglow of the sunset.

Some people stood on the shore, staring at the cruise ship gradually getting closer in their sight.

Leading the welcome were the priest of the local church and the mayor.

In fact, no matter what identity Fanning had, the welcoming configuration was insufficient. The church should at least send a bishop-level figure, and the municipal government should at least send a deputy from San Pereto. If they wanted to be more polite, it would be better to invite an artist who had a friendship with Fanning to accompany him in advance.

But this is indeed a special period that only comes once every seven years, and there are so many artists coming to Janus.

The number of "New Moons" alone is too many to count with two hands. If we also count the "Forged Lions" and "Blade Bearers", I'm afraid the number will exceed a hundred. Add in the high-level guests from major official organizations.
If Janus arranged the same reception for every artist coming from afar, the operation of the entire church and municipality would have to come to a halt!

So at the moment, only the local priest came to wait, and the mayor was also called over because he received a radio message two days ago that Mr. Fanning's cruise ship seemed to have encountered some unexpected situations during the journey.
These thoughts swirled in everyone's mind until the gangway docked and the door of the building slowly opened.

The smiles on the faces of the priest and the mayor suddenly froze.

I saw that three quarters of Fan Ning's hands and feet were bandaged, with two large circles wrapped around his forehead. He was wrapped up like a dumpling!
At this moment, he was sitting in a wheelchair, with Walter and Sheeran holding the direction from behind, and was carried down the gangway tremblingly by a group of musicians!
The two local leaders on the shore looked at each other and saw cold sweat oozing from each other's heads.

This. Master Fan Ning, how did he get beaten like this! ?

Why are you still in a wheelchair?!
Things, things seem to be extremely serious!!