American Strategic Deception Bureau

　No one knows what happened. Some say they saw a UFO, some say they saw aliens, and some simply lost their memory.

　After Kenneth was brought back by Victor, he looked very abnormal. Not only did he become weak, but he also spoke incoherently.

　Victor's son said that Kenneth was probably suffering from depression and needed to see a psychiatrist. But based on his experience, Victor felt that Kenneth was more like someone who had just finished taking drugs and ice and had become depressed and numb, with no motivation to do anything.

　Alas, I wonder where Kenneth went and what drugs he took last night to become like this?

　But no matter what, looking at Kenneth who looked like a walking corpse and couldn't even speak clearly, it was obvious that he was unable to work.

　As a result, Victor, the middleman, will have to go out in person tonight, bringing a group of tough South American men who come to buy arms to the refugee boat of the Vietnamese boat people to conduct an arms deal - this is not a big deal, as he has done arms deals countless times before.

　But the problem is that the arms being traded this time are not some small-scale submachine guns, rifles and grenades, but a miniature atomic bomb!

　An atomic bomb that can create a mushroom cloud that reaches the sky and raze a town to the ground!

　Oh my God, I'm just an ordinary underworld broker, how could I become an intermediary in the nuclear bomb business?

　Thinking that he was going to do nuclear bomb business this time, Victor couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, sweating profusely, and sweating profusely!

　At the same time, he couldn't help but blame the group of South Vietnamese boat people who sold the nuclear bomb. Speaking of which, Victor had done business with that group of South Vietnamese boat people more than once or twice before. He even made fake certificates for them and used his connections to smooth things over. But he didn't expect that this group of yellow monkeys actually hid such a powerful weapon!

　What on earth were you thinking? You came to Sydney begging for food with an atomic bomb!

　Does this make sense? It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it, does it?

　But things had come to this point, and Victor had no other choice but to bite the bullet and lead the Latin American "bandits" who came to buy nuclear bombs, set sail on his private yacht, and under the cover of night, go to the refugee ship of the South Vietnamese boat people to conduct the nuclear bomb transaction.

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　As usual, while Victor's yacht was still far away, the searchlight on the deck of the refugee ship suddenly lit up, and the beam of light cut through the sea fog like a knife.

　Victor also personally operated the searchlight on the yacht, sweeping it towards the Vietnamese refugee boat, flashing signals alternately.

　In his sight, the dilapidated Vietnamese ship seemed to be particularly heavily guarded today. A row of sandbags and wooden boxes were temporarily piled up on the side of the ship, serving as simple defensive fortifications, and the cold light of the shiny black gun barrels seeped out from the gaps.

　But other than that, this ship, which seemed to have been launched before World War II, was still as dilapidated as ever, its sides rusted like a dead fish with its belly cut open. The twenty-seven portholes were all covered with feces-yellow oilcloth, and the cracks in the hull were wrapped with tape and wire, making a dying creaking sound as the waves rose and fell.

　The Vietnamese words "Liberty" on the hull were gnawed by barnacles, leaving only remnants. The mast tilted and stabbed into the night sky like a broken tibia.

　As the tide rose and fell, the rusty anchor chain scraped against the hull, making a harsh sound like a jackal gnawing on a bone.

　Speaking of which, Victor still couldn't figure out how those Vietnamese on the ship managed to sail this broken ship across the Java Sea?

　In short, the two sides first signaled each other with lights, and then communicated by radio. Then, a Vietnamese man in a flowered shirt appeared at the side of the ship, lowered the gangway, and greeted Victor and the buyer in broken English to come on board to inspect the goods.

　Victor, accompanied by his bodyguards, and the South American seller, accompanied by his guards, boarded the Vietnamese refugee boat one after another. As soon as Victor stepped onto the deck, a layer of slippery dirt stuck to the soles of his boots—a fermented mixture of vomit, oil, feces, and food residues.

　Looking around, the deck was littered with moldy straw mats, bamboo baskets covered with plastic sheets, rusty empty cans, and awnings made of fishing nets and plastic sheets... The rotten wooden deck squeaked under the soles of boots, and the rotten and foul smell filled the air, making one want to vomit.

　But in such an environment, the South Vietnamese hid a miniature American atomic bomb brought from the battlefield!

　The entire transaction took only ten minutes. The buyers from South America opened their suitcases and showed the US dollars and gold they brought. The Vietnamese on the ship took out an oil drum tied with hemp rope from the cabin. The barrel was painted with a faded phoenix emblem in red paint - that was the logo of the South Vietnamese Air Force.

　The oil barrel was opened, and another round can was taken out. The pattern on it was creepy - an orange-yellow background, and a fan-shaped badge with three black blades surrounding the center. The Latin American buyers were fascinated by it, but Victor, the broker, was so nervous that he almost fainted.

　The South American buyer took out some instruments that Victor was unfamiliar with, tested the authenticity of the nuclear bomb, and then quickly reached a deal.

　After the payment and goods were settled, the Vietnamese abandoned the shabby merchant ship that could collapse at any time, and took the money back to their hiding place by boat across the sea.

　As the Vietnamese speedboat disappeared into the trough of the waves, Victor, the broker, breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the dank deck. He opened his collar, letting the salty night air flow through his shirt. In the distance, the lights of Darling Harbour pierced through the clouds.

　The cigarette handed to him by his younger brother lit up scarlet between his trembling fingers. As the ash fell into the sea, he heard his hoarse laughter mixed with the cries of seagulls, and some, uh, strange sound?

　Author's words: PS: I read a book about time travel on a different platform. It was very novel. It was not about people traveling from the modern era to the past, but about people from more than 20 years ago traveling to the present.

　Moreover, the protagonist is a little child, and his birth time is not much different from that of Lao Lao Wang, so it is very immersive to read.

　It makes me wonder, if I were still a child and traveled back to the year 2025, what would I think of this future world?

　You might be a little disappointed, after all, in the Doraemon comics, the space city and Mars base have been built by now.

　In addition, the fact that Conan cartoons are still being serialized would probably have surprised me when I was in elementary school.

　Also, many of my elementary school classmates at that time are now dead. My female deskmate died in the first year of the COVID-19 outbreak.

　Readers can imagine, if your childhood self were to travel back in time to the present, what kind of thoughts and adventures would you have?

　Well, maybe the next book could be "Little Wang's Great Adventure in 2025"?

　Chapter 650: The Mess Left Behind by Alien Jellyfish

　When the Vietnamese boat people who were selling miniature atomic bombs left their nuclear bombs behind, abandoned their dilapidated refugee boats, and evacuated on speedboats with their banknotes and gold, Victor, acting as an intermediary and broker, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a strange chirping sound coming from not far away.

　Huh? What's that noise? Did the Vietnamese leave some animal on board? A cat or a mouse? Hopefully not a venomous snake!

　But Victor scanned the deck with a flashlight and looked around in confusion, but found nothing unusual.

　As for the dark cabin?

　God knows how many mechanisms and traps there are in there, or the rotten and rusty stairs and broken floors that collapse at the slightest touch.

　What if I accidentally step on empty air and fall down with a bloody head or even a broken neck? What will that matter?

　Even if it wasn't that bad, the terrible smell and dirty environment on the ship, which was like a garbage dump, made Victor not want to stay there for long.

　Therefore, Victor did not plan to take the risk of entering the cabin. In a few minutes anyway, he would also have to retreat from this refugee ship which served as a trading location.

　Well, the biggest problem and the most serious threat now are these buyers of nuclear bombs who claim to be from South America.

　Victor thought this as he cast a wary eye on the hardcore Latin American leader who had come to buy the nuclear bomb. He was said to be one of the leaders of the Colombian left-wing guerrillas, known as "Old Captain" Gonzalez. He watched as Gonzalez and several of his men loaded the over 100-kilogram miniature nuclear bomb into a pre-prepared wooden box, padding it with sponges for shock absorption.

　Finally, they nailed the box shut, sealed it, and painted a big red exclamation point on it as a warning.

　At the same time, Gonzalez's deputy took out a walkie-talkie from the suitcase, pulled out the antenna, and shouted a few words in Spanish. Then, another speedboat sailed over from a distance, apparently intending to approach the refugee boat to pick up the people.

　Huh? Aren't these Latin Americans planning to leave on their own yacht? So, Gonzales and his minions won't need me anymore?

　Could it be...that they have already decided to kill me as the broker, silence me and deny my debt?

　Watching Gonzales command his minions to pack up the miniature atomic bombs that the Vietnamese had sold him, and then turning around and walking towards him, Victor took a deep breath, whispered a few reminders to his bodyguard, and quietly put his right hand on the holster at his waist.

　Next, will the other party pay him the balance of the agency fee as promised? Or will they resort to a shootout and settle the bill with bullets?

　Well, based on the current atmosphere, the probability is about half and half, right?

　Victor had encountered both of these situations many times in his many years of brokerage career, and was left with numerous scars.

　Therefore, even though there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, Victor still gritted his teeth and prepared to turn against them.

　Even if he was going to be shot into a sieve by a submachine gun at the next moment, he would use his dying struggle to make these bastards who wanted to rob each other suffer!

　However, at this critical moment, a South American bandit who was packing up the testing equipment suddenly let out a scream, which involuntarily attracted the attention of almost everyone on the deck.

　Then, Victor was very surprised to find that a stranger had appeared on this abandoned refugee ship that served as a trading place!

　——The man had an ordinary appearance, appeared to be in his twenties, had a small mustache, was wearing a navy blue canvas jacket, a tweed cap, short boots, and was dressed like a dock worker.

　But what’s unusual is that above this person’s head, there is a… glowing jellyfish floating?

　Well, there’s more than that. If you look closely, there are six other small jellyfish around the jellyfish that can also glow!

　What on earth is this outfit? No, the key point is, why is this guy here?

　When did he board the ship? Could he be in cahoots with the Vietnamese who sold the nuclear bomb?

　"Ahem, who are you? How did you get up here?!"

　Looking at the South American boss Gonzalez who was also in shock, Victor coughed dryly and shouted first. At the same time, taking advantage of this opportunity, Victor "reasonably" pulled out the pistol at his waist and opened the safety, "Give me

　Put your hands up!

　Although the gun was pointed at the stranger who suddenly appeared, Victor's eyes never left Gonzalez.

　At the same time, Tom, who had the alien jellyfish Flandre on his head, sighed and answered calmly.

　"When did you come up here? Old man, I've been here the whole time! It's just that you didn't notice."

　——For the psionicists and powerful psionic creatures in the world of Toril, it is a very simple thing to perfectly conceal the existence of themselves and their companions so that mortals are unaware of their existence.

　So, even though Tom, with the alien jellyfish on his head, had already waited at the dock with Victor and Gonzales to board the yacht, and then followed them onto the South Vietnamese refugee boat, under the influence of psychic power, these gangsters ignored Tom all the way.

　As a result, Tom not only easily slipped into the transaction site, but also witnessed the entire nuclear bomb transaction between these Latin Americans and Vietnamese with his own eyes.

　As for now, the reason why they could suddenly see Tom was simply because Tom and his furu friend didn't want to hide anymore.

　——The time to close the net has come!

　"Super Enhanced Group Psychic Blast"!

　Before the first thug could fire a shot, the alien jellyfish lying on top of Tom's head waved its tentacles and released a large-scale group attack.

　——Facing the mortals on Earth who have no supernatural powers, the effect of this psychic attack is simply outstanding!

　In an instant, except for Tom, all the living people on the refugee ship felt as if they were hit by the legendary infrasonic weapon. Their heads were buzzing with pain, their eyes went black and they became blind. Then the pain exceeded the threshold, they lost consciousness, and fell one by one on the dirty deck.

　Victor clutched his temples in agony, his knees buckling as he fell to his knees. A few seconds later, he lost consciousness and collapsed on the deck. His pistol fell to the side of the ship with a "click," and because of the movement of his fall, the pistol fell into the sea, splashing a wave.

　Amidst the psychic shockwave, two Latin American gunmen fell helplessly onto the nuclear bomb crate, while several others landed facedown, their teeth knocked out. Their leader, Gonzales, barely managed to hold on for a few seconds, mumbling a few curses. But eventually, rolling his eyes, he leaned against the bulkhead and sat down. With a heavy, muffled thud, his eyes slowly closed, and he passed out.

　Next, the alien jellyfish took off from the head of Tom, its mount, and cast a "portal" for short-distance transmission.

　The next moment, this Furu named Flando, along with its six newborn cubs, appeared on the speedboat of the Latin American gang that was approaching the refugee ship and preparing to pick up people more than 400 meters away, and instantly released a huge amount of spiritual energy, which also knocked out the two men on the speedboat.

　But the problem is that this speedboat is not at a stop, but is speeding at full speed!

　Just like that, the dying roar of the engine was like a killer whale with its throat cut. The moment the driver's fingers left the rudder, the speedboat turned into a sharp dagger and stabbed into the night, rushing straight to the side of the refugee boat, the small yacht of the old broker Victor that was anchored!

　Tom stared at the scene in amazement, completely unable to understand how things could turn out like this.

　More than ten seconds later, accompanied by a deafening roar, the out-of-control speedboat collided head-on with Victor's yacht. The vibration of the collision quickly ignited the gasoline and ammunition in the cabin. The two entangled and shattered boats caught fire, illuminating the dark sea.

　A large, sharp piece of aluminum alloy shard, like a flying knife, fiercely tore through the rusted, uneven side of the refugee boat, leaving a small gash. Not only did it cause the hull to tremble violently, but it also caused seawater to pour in!

　Tom, the only conscious person on the refugee boat, was nearly thrown out by the vibrations. He managed to grab a railing and avoid falling into the water. However, a flying basket still hit him hard on the nose, causing stars to appear in his eyes and a nosebleed to flow.

　"Oh my God, what on earth is going on? Why are the two ships colliding?"

　While covering his nose in pain, he stole a glance at the dozen or so unconscious strong men lying on the deck - fortunately, these criminals who traded nuclear bombs were still unconscious, and their snoring one after another echoed the rhythm of the waves hitting the side of the ship.

　But the two small boats below had already turned into wreckage floating on the sea after an explosion and a burst of flames.

　Uh, and I haven’t seen anyone struggling or calling for help on the sea. I guess they all died in the collision with the ship, or they were not good at swimming and sank to the bottom of the sea.

　Well, no matter what, this is fighting crime. But the question is, how come even this big ship I'm standing on is breached?

　Looking down from the side of the ship, Tom could see that the abandoned refugee boat was taking in water, causing the twisted and deformed deck to make terrible creaking sounds!

　At this moment, a bright magical light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and invisible ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

　Then, a teleportation portal made of psychic energy instantly took shape in front of Tom. Flandre, the alien jellyfish friend he had just met yesterday, and Flandre's six children flew out of the glittering portal and shouted in triumph: "Yeah! A great victory! Listen, you evil people!"

　Don't let me see you doing evil again!"

　It shouted while waving its tentacles, using its psychic power to move the unconscious guys, piling them up like a pyramid, while uttering the declaration of the messenger of justice, "Otherwise, you will receive a gift package with bruised faces and noses! And a teeth puzzle game as a bonus!"

　No matter where you criminals hide, you will not be able to escape justice and punishment!"

　As the alien jellyfish spoke, it flew back and forth over the pile of villains, striking all sorts of shapes and poses.

　During this time, a few unconscious guys groaned and seemed to be about to wake up, but Flandre immediately cast another spell, making them unconscious again.

　"Well, Flandre, I know this operation was a complete success, but what should we do next?" Tom rubbed his still-bleeding nose and leaned over to say in a muffled voice, "All the boats that can be sailed have sunk. How are we going to get back to shore?"

　"What should I do? Of course I'll leave it to you! Tom, I'm just a passer-by here, and you are the citizen of this city!"

　The alien jellyfish replied, as if it meant it was a matter of course. Then, it waved its tentacles and said, "My summoning time is almost up. I'm going back to my world. I'll leave things here to you! I've already defeated the bad guys!"

　"What? You're leaving Earth?" Tom was shocked. "Why? You've only been here one day!"

　"But, Tom, I can only stay with you for a limited time. I was summoned here for a limited time. According to your time unit, I can only stay for a full twenty-four hours, and now it's almost the limit. So, let's say goodbye!"

　Flandre staggered into the air, flying in a circle in front of Tom, her skin a sad blue. "By the way, I'm asking you to take care of my children too—there's almost no intelligent life left near where I live over there. I'm often starving myself, and I can't possibly feed them. Only if they stay with you will they have endless evil thoughts and ideas. I hope you can raise them well."

　As long as there are enough people around them and their minds are complex enough, they are easy to raise..."

　After talking to Tom and entrusting six helpless cubs, the alien jellyfish Flandre slowly floated out of the ship's side with the evening breeze, hovering above the sea. Then, its body emitted a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at, and it gradually disappeared in the bright light.

　When Tom finally overcame the dazzle of the bright light and opened his eyes again, there was nothing on the sea.

　Looking around, in addition to the criminals piled up into a "human pyramid", Tom saw six little furus floating and jumping above the "human pile"... Well, this is not important. The important thing is that there is no boat that can leave. This refugee boat has long lost its ability to sail, and it is not even equipped with a lifeboat. In addition, the hull is broken and water is rapidly taking in - who knows how long it can hold out?

　Anyway, there are definitely no damage control personnel, and watertight doors are probably not installed. I'm afraid it will sink faster than the Titanic in the icy sea!

　In addition, there was the wooden box containing the miniature atomic bomb, lying silently at his feet, which made him feel more disgusted than the devil.

　And now, all these crises and troubles are thrown to me, a new friend who I just met for one day?

　Flandre! You, this alien jellyfish, are a true genius at project management. You've mastered the art of task transfer!