Almighty painter

Chapter 911: Iceberg, Iceberg (Part )
(I want to make up for the update I owed to Alstonke.)
"Stop talking like a sissy. You will have plenty of time alone with Miss Elena tonight."

The middle-aged man patted the smaller boy's shoulder hard.

"Come on, Meg, check your gun again."

There was a distinctly frantic look on "Meg's" face.

Meg, Meg, Meg... Why is his nickname "Meg"?

The female character in that cartoon?
"Stewie" said that because he was short, he looked the most feminine, and because of this, they once had a big argument and he almost shot the other person during training.

"Peter" stopped it all in time.

After this incident.

"Peter" no longer allowed the two of them to act together in private, and "Stewie" also kept his mouth shut, on the surface.

privately.

He knew the other party would still make some jokes about it.

Damn it.

If he could choose, he would rather be "Brain", the Dalmatian in the cartoon movie "The Guys". He had a brown dog with white ears when he was a child.

The dog was old and walked with a limp, but he loved people touching his ears.

They spent a lot of quality time together, and the dog was far closer to "Meg" than his cold doctor parents.

It’s good to be a “dog”.

Being a "dog" is better than being a woman.

"Peter" told him that unfortunately, among the Griffin family members in "Family Guy", "Meg" was the only one who had not been chosen.

The remaining names are all taken.

If he really doesn't want to choose "Meg Griffin" as his own name, he can also choose the Griffin family's neighbor.

Like Cleveland.

After saying that, Peter burst into laughter, thinking he had told a great joke.

Cleveland is the Griffin family's black neighbor and perhaps the most normal-looking character in the entire villainous Family Guy cartoon.

Please.

What a hell joke.

Niggers…are even worse than women.

"Say, why don't we wait a little longer?"

"Meg" put the pistol in the holster on his waist, fastened a Gopro sports camera to his chest with a strap, and then said.

"I just heard those people chatting, and someone mentioned that Hamilton might come later. I don't quite understand. He's a famous black superstar, right?"

"Like LeBron James. Who's more famous, him or James?"

Meg shrugged.

"Why don't we do the big one together? A scumbag, a nigger. We'll be saints for it, like Ray."

(Note: The Ray here refers to the notorious American criminal James Earl Ray, who served in the army of West Germany and was discharged early. On April 1968, 4, he shot Martin Luther King in the neck with a Remington 4 rifle.)
"Peter" stopped what he was doing for a moment.

After receiving the news, "Meg" spent some time excitedly flirting with him about the proposal several times.

The middle-aged man had to admit that there was a strong temptation hidden in this matter.

If I could do both of these things at the same time...

"Forget it, I just glanced at the game and the commentator said that he could already make a professional judgment and Hamilton would win the championship tonight without any suspense. This is a great achievement."

What the hell.

"Meg" stopped fiddling with the action camera.

"Are you still a racing fan? This is just perfect."

"No." The middle-aged man pulled the bolt of the G63 automatic rifle in his hand and looked at the NATO standard lead core bullet with green paint on the bullet head in the magazine.

"I mean, if you win a championship, there will be an award ceremony, interviews with reporters, and a celebration party. He may not come, and he may not come when. It may be late by then, and the ship may have returned or it may be too close to the port. There are too many uncertain factors."

"We finally found this opportunity."

It's not easy.

They had been looking for a suitable opportunity to take action for several months. Anna might have never taken the death threat letter sent to her home seriously. She told the housekeeper that it was just a boring joke from someone who knew nothing.

There's no need to take it seriously.

but.

She still accepted a higher level of security and professional advice from professionals.

Never open the curtains easily, carry an alarm with you...even the glass in the office has been replaced with bulletproof one.

"Peter" believed that he had the sacred blood of the Aryan warrior flowing in his body.

But just these few people actually went to play the Wild Chicken game with the elite bodyguards in the bulletproof fleet of Mercedes-Benz SUVs.

That's just seeking death.

They trailed behind her like shadows, studying the itinerary that appeared on social media, following her from one place to another.

at last.

A divine opportunity presented itself.

These past few weeks.

They managed to get guns from the black market in the Philippines. Singapore has extremely strict control over dangerous goods, but there are often loopholes in ports. It was easier to sneak onto the ship than they thought. The party company that arranged the venue treated this salon as a high-end client project.

They even directly retweeted Miss Irina's own Twitter blog.

The most hilarious thing is.

"Peter" designed a very complicated preliminary plan. He was even prepared to tie up several people. However, it turned out that setting up a salon venue that was larger than a football field was very time-consuming, and the party company was very short of staff.

The six of them got on board very smoothly, and no one in the company even checked whether their forged identity information was authentic.

Ridiculously smooth.

Ridiculously smooth.

This absurdity and ridiculousness reveals a hidden indifference, as if they are lunatics and insects that are not worth mentioning. People never realize the possibility of this happening.

Such indifference is like Anna Elena's contempt.

After receiving a death threat letter personally made by "Peter", the woman continued to live her usual carefree life.

It's time to go to work.

It’s time to go abroad.

She scolded them and reduced the great and sacred history of Austria to a stain, but acted like nothing had happened.

As if I never realized it.

History will repeat itself, and the contents of that threatening letter may become reality.

Peter was very angry.

He wanted to use his rage to tell the world that they were capable of doing great things.

He wanted to use his rage to tell Anna Elena that she would pay a bloody price for his contempt and insult.

What a scum.

During the First World War, they betrayed the trust of the Emperor and the great Austro-Hungarian Empire. During the Second World War, they betrayed the sacred mission of the Germans and Austrians.

They are sinners.

That's today.

then.

Führer Adolf failed to crush her great-grandfather to death in a concentration camp.

Let him do it.

"Some things are more important than pest control." "Stewie", who was scrolling through his phone, probably realized what "Peter" was thinking about.

he said casually.

“Making sure the grain is pure is more important than applying the pesticide itself.”

"Peter" said his classic words.

Killing one more nigger, even a famous one, would not be as important to him as this matter.

The narrow pipe inspection cabin fell into a brief silence. The middle-aged man looked at his watch impatiently several times. Just when he thought that if he waited any longer, other staff members of the party company might notice something was wrong, he couldn't help but want to go out and look for someone.

The door of the pipeline cabin was pushed open again.

After seeing the figure of the person coming clearly.

He then released his left hand that was holding onto the handguard of the automatic rifle and said angrily.

"Why did you come just now? I thought you fell into the sea."

The person who came in was a fat man who was also a bit overweight and wearing small metal-framed glasses.

"Chris" came in from the door.

He is the last one.

The small group organized by "Peter", the Griffin House Six, are all present.

"With his weight, he would float up on his own even if he fell into the sea!"

The woman next to him, "Lois Griffin," sneered loudly.

The fat man's face was very red, and his leaden forehead was covered with sweat.

"What else can I do? He's scared. If you ask me, he's a real woman."

"Meg" sounded vicious.

He bluntly exposed the other person's inner fear, or it was possible that his ridicule was concealing the tension and fear that existed in the little young man's heart.

"Danny—"

The fat man just opened his mouth.

"Peter" slapped him hard in the face.

"If I hear you shouting my name again today, I will kill you." The middle-aged man threatened coldly.

"Uh, Peter, are we really going to do this? I mean, we might... die." The fat man didn't feel any pain, he spoke in short bursts while gasping for breath.

"This is a boat. Even if that girl doesn't have bodyguards, where can we run to if we really succeed? We run--"

"Because it's a boat."

"Stewie" said, "So we can run anywhere. It's night time now, and there are lifeboats everywhere on this ship. After we finish this job, we can run away like this, and no one can find us. Back then, Cooper hijacked a plane, took $50, and jumped into the Nevada desert. The FBI in the United States searched for him with a magnifying glass for 50 years, but couldn't find a single hair."

"This place is countless times larger than the desert. There are tens of thousands of islands nearby. How can they find it?"

"But."

"Don't worry, we will succeed. Even if there is any emergency, there are many celebrities and people from the news and cultural circles on this ship. We can just rob a few of them. Those policemen won't dare to do anything."

Peter waved.

The middle-aged man said in a perfunctory tone.

He had no extra time to waste.

He handed the last pistol in the travel bag to "Chris" and took a small bag containing white powder from his pocket.

"You're too nervous."

"child."

The middle-aged man said.

"You need this. It will make you feel better. Just treat it as an extra exciting game, OK?"

The middle-aged man ignored him.

He took a few packets and distributed them to everyone around him. He also poured out a little powder for himself, hooked it with his thumb, and inhaled it into his nose.

call……

The blood vessels in my temples were throbbing.

"Peter" took a deep breath, trying to calm the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

There is a delicate piano sound, ringing in my ears.

It was like hallucination.

No.

That's not an auditory hallucination.

"What are you doing?" "Peter" glared at "Stewie" who was playing music loudly on his phone beside him.

"Some music."

Stewie said.

“It’s very appropriate.”

He turned the screen of his mobile phone and showed the middle-aged man the scene of Japanese anime.

"It was in this song that the pilot of Unit 2, Asuka, was gradually torn apart. We will also use this song as the background music for our video."

"Oriental people may be worms, but they can still write good music sometimes."

"Except that the melody is a little softer, it's half as good as Germanic art."

"Stewie" put away his luggage straps, switched the external music back to the Apple wireless Bluetooth headphones, and took a step to be the first to walk out of the pipeline maintenance room.

"Peter" patted his shoulder.

"Bach," he said.

"what?"

The waiter took off one of his headphones and tilted his head.

"Thump, thump, thump. Bach." The middle-aged man said confidently: "I don't know what Asuka and Unit 2 are, but this is Bach."

"Duh-duh-dun-dun."

"Canon by Bach."

He brushed past the waiter, humming a piano tune.

“This is the music of the Germans.”

A group of people pushed open the door.

Another bearded waiter happened to be walking down the corridor. When he saw them, he immediately looked angry.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Don't be lazy, do you understand, big..."

The bearded man with a ferocious face was halfway through his words.

His voice suddenly stopped.

At this distance, he could see clearly what "Peter" was holding.

That is--

Automatic rifle?
His tone was stuck for a moment, and his brain seemed unable to understand why there was an automatic rifle here, let alone what these people wanted to do. However, his body had subconsciously shrunk to the side.

He raised his hands tremblingly.

"Peter" stepped forward indifferently.

Bang!
Gunshots were fired.

A bullet pierced his stomach, and the bearded man fell along the wall, holding his stomach. His screams echoed throughout the crew passageway in the freighter.

"Please, please..."

His plea had not yet been fully uttered.

The second bullet had already penetrated his cheek, ending his suffering completely.

Lois fired both shots.
The only woman among them was thirty years old, with dark freckles on her face.

She shot the crew member with a cold and ruthless attitude.

With these two gunshots, the world-renowned and horrifying hijacking of the Perugia Polo freighter occurred this summer.

This is the end.

It officially kicked off.

Because the six extremists who committed the crime all used the names of the Griffin family in the American animation "Family Guy" as their code names, it was later called the Griffin Case by scholars, legal professionals and historians.

It has a strange connection with Operation Griffin, in which the mustached Führer sent 1944 soldiers to launch a surprise attack on Fontainebleau and kidnap the Allied commander in 10.

This 60000-ton giant ship was sailing on the sea when it crashed into an iceberg at night.

(End of this chapter)