My lover is this organization

Almost at the same moment, Vodka Chianti and others who were holding their wine glasses happily in the last second also looked stern and suddenly put down their wine glasses.

earthquake?

It doesn’t seem likely, but we can’t rule out the possibility.

You have to know that they are now on an open-air platform two hundred meters above the ground. If there is really an earthquake that causes the entire Sands Hotel to collapse, it will be no joke!

At the same time, screams finally rang out in the swimming pool, accompanied by large-scale splashes of water.

The tourists who had just been lying on the edge of the swimming pool like a bunch of snails taking pictures of the Marina Bay in the distance now seemed to have just woken up from a dream. They screamed and grabbed their phones and started running back, scrambling to climb ashore, and then rushed towards the elevator and emergency exit.

The scene was just like the one in a zombie movie where a horde of zombies attacked the survivors' base.

There were more than a thousand people on the huge open-air viewing platform, and their behavior at this moment was so uniform.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem."

Qin Wuque walked slowly back to the barbecue table and sat down. He picked up the glass and took a sip of champagne. He then picked up the chopsticks and threw a plate of pork tenderloin onto the barbecue grill in the middle. He listened to the sizzling sound of the pork tenderloin on the charcoal fire before speaking slowly.

"An oil tanker lost control or something and crashed into the seawall on the Marina Bay side. It has nothing to do with us."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the winery calmed down.

"Oh."

"That's it..."

"That's nothing."

"I thought it was an earthquake just now." Vodka touched his head innocently, "By the way, it seems that there is not much food left. Do you want me to ask the hotel to bring some up?"

"I - can't eat anymore." Chianti lay on the sofa, holding his stomach and waving his claws.

"Me too, almost." Cohen wiped his mouth with a napkin silently.

“Since you’ve almost finished eating, forget it. Eat less at night.” Captain Qin made the final decision.

Chianti, lying on the beach chair, turned his head to look at the figures of tourists who kept fleeing outside the champagne screen, and was very puzzled.

"They already knew it wasn't an earthquake, so why were they running?"

"I don't know. Maybe they are nearsighted and can't see clearly. They didn't see the ship and thought there was a real earthquake." Qin Wuque shrugged.

"I think it's possible." Chianti agreed.

The others looked on in silence as these two problem children were having a meaningless conversation.

The leisurely atmosphere after dinner inside the screen is in stark contrast to the sense of urgency of doomsday escape outside the screen.

"Okay, since we've almost finished eating, I'll go and get some fruit to freshen up our breath." Qin Wuque finished the champagne in his glass and stood up from the beach chair. "How about watermelon?"

"Great!" Chianti was still the first to raise his hands.

"Let me make it clear first. I won't be responsible if you get diarrhea after eating..."

Qin Wuque poked his head out from behind the screen and looked outside, only to see that, except for their table, the entire deck of this huge "air yacht" was empty, without even a single person in sight.

This made a certain dog head couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness at getting something for free.

"Although I really want to say 'call', but judging by the current situation, we can only help ourselves."

Qin Wuque left the barbecue table and walked around the deck, looking left and right.

I have to say that the Marina Bay Sands Hotel has really taken all kinds of services to the extreme. There are not only cold drink shops but even small bars around the outdoor swimming pool. Of course, I'm not talking about the kind of bars that are dark and full of laser beams and play electronic music.

It is a quiet bar that simply sells alcohol and also provides some snacks.

Qin Wuque staggered into a shop that specialized in selling fruit platters. The shop was already empty. Not to mention the customers, even the waiters had run away.

Relying on the human instinct for food, Qin Wuque easily found the refrigerator where the fruits were stored, and accurately and elegantly dug out a large, round and ripe watermelon from it.

Just as he rinsed the watermelon with water and put it on the chopping board, and had already raised the machete to start the work, a bright fire suddenly rose in the night sky, like a shooting star.

Immediately afterwards, a huge flame bloomed in the sky.

boom!

Chapter 395 This is the happiness of the rice flower people!

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, a huge flash of fire suddenly appeared in the sky.

Qin Wuque, who was holding a watermelon in one hand and a machete in the other in the fruit shop, was stunned.

No, that thing must be a rocket, right?

Wait, rockets?

Rocket~Rocket~Friendly forces spotted...

Sorry, I'm off topic.

The question now is, isn’t this just a case of the tanker losing control? Why did rockets get involved?

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Qin Wuque didn't even bother to cut the watermelon. He just walked out of the fruit shop and came to the deck with a watermelon knife.

At the same time, the people from the winery who were sitting around the barbecue table in the distance also stood up, with alert looks on their faces, and instinctively reached out to take out their guns from the places where they usually hid them.

But they all came up empty-handed.

Because they were traveling, they were wearing their usual casual clothes. Unlike the executive uniforms they wore during previous missions, which had enough space for two folding knives to be stuffed into the trouser legs, ordinary casual clothes had no place for them to hide guns.

Therefore, he did not carry any knives or guns with him, but left them in the suitcase in the suite.

"Did you all see what the captain did just now?" Qin Wuque walked over, swinging a gleaming machete, and asked while scratching his head.

"Judging from the angle from which it came, as well as the intensity of the explosion, it was definitely a handheld individual combat rocket launcher. The rocket flew over from the direction of Marina Bay." The silver-haired beauty said calmly.

"In the direction of Marina Bay, that means..." Vodka was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Oh my..." Qin Wuque cast a glance across the swimming pool towards the direction of Marina Bay, "I originally thought it was just an ordinary oil tanker out of control, but it seems there is something else going on."

"What do you say now?" Vermouth crossed her arms over her chest and raised her slender queen eyebrows.

"Wait a minute, let me take another look."

Amid the continuous and faint sounds of explosions coming from below, Qin Wuque took two casual running steps and suddenly leaped like a tiger, flying across the entire swimming pool in a way that would make a slightly timid person scream, and when he landed, his feet were firmly on the outer edge of the pool.

The open-air swimming pool of the Marina Bay Sands is visually unobstructed. In order to allow tourists to better appreciate the beauty of Singapore by lying on the edge of the pool, the Marina Bay Sands was very bold and did not set up a metal fence for safety protection on the outer edge of the pool.

In other words, Qin Wuque was now like standing on a wall 200 meters above the ground. If he took even half a step forward, he would fall down on the spot.

But he didn't.

Qin Wuque squatted on the edge of the swimming pool in a standard Asian squat, looking down at the land of Singapore below. The water flowing down from the swimming pool like a waterfall was divided in the middle by his feet like a mainstay, flowing down smoothly from both sides.

The prosperous and peaceful Singapore metropolis of last night disappeared, replaced by a Singapore that was staggering in the midst of gunfire.

The large tanker of the Zhongfu Group, which had just broken through the seawall defense line not long ago, had now penetrated deep into the Marina Bay and was rampaging and self-destructing in the bay like an angry whale.

Large areas of embankments collapsed under the weight of the tanker, and the huge waves it created rushed directly onto the land, flooding large areas of cities and forests.

As for the previous rocket, it was obviously the result of a mistake by some gatekeeper. From Qin Wuque's perspective, one after another high-powered rockets with long flames flew out from the bow deck of the tanker, heading in different directions and bombing Singapore to pieces.

The outer wall of the Marina Bay Sands Hotel was also hit a few times, but fortunately the 4 billion pounds spent on its construction was not wasted on too many useless things. The building quality of the hotel is quite solid, and it didn't shake at all after being hit by several rocket launchers.

With the help of the bright light when the rocket was fired, Qin Wuque could clearly see the face of the man on the deck of the tanker.

He didn't know it, but he recognized the style of clothing.

"Pirates? Are they planning to blow up Singapore?"

Qin Wuque was stunned, and a funny and absurd feeling arose in his heart.

In fact, from a long, long time ago, and this long time means dating back to several centuries ago, pirates gradually declined.

The first pirates relied on a ship, a lot of bravery, a scimitar, a musket, and a bottle of rum to dominate the sea.

However, with the gradual development of naval power in various countries in terms of water warfare, the pirates' living space has been gradually compressed. Originally, when they saw the national navy, they could rush up to fight and grab some things, but now it has gradually evolved into an embarrassing situation where they can just turn around and run away when they see the navy, and they may not even be able to escape.

It's like we were both pretty much the same loser, the only difference was you were holding the Doran's Shield and I was holding the Doran's Blade.

Later on, the pirates had just made the first big piece of equipment when the opponents had already taken out the three legendary items.

How is this played?

The result is that although pirates still exist today, their reputation and scale are nothing compared to their predecessors from centuries ago, the difference between them is simply the difference between a sea overlord and a village bully.

So the question is, in today's world where the pirates' living space has been compressed to the extreme and their existence has been extremely declining, how dare they launch such a large-scale attack on such an international financial center? Are these pirates crazy?

Qin Wuque was at a loss for a moment.

Anyone has a reason for doing anything, even the chaotic and neutral "I like to" is a reason.

However, the reason that made these pirates attack Singapore was obviously not "I am willing to do so", but something more convincing and tempting that made them willing to risk their lives to do this...

For example, the Heart of the Ocean in their hands... No, I mean the Fist of Blue Sapphire.

The symbol of One Piece, this thing might have been a very valuable thing in the past, but now in Qin Wuque's view it is simply a relatively large rare gem.

It's like if you win the national championship in a dead game called Butt Racer, you can just say you are the universal champion.

Qin Wuque was basically certain at this point, but not completely certain. He always felt that he seemed to have missed something.

It would be great if there was a high school detective here at a time like this, so that he could just figure out what to do... a certain dog-head thought.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque leaped back to the shore again.

"What's the situation?" asked the silver-haired beauty.

"It's a bit... bad." Qin Wuque said truthfully, "It seems that a group of pirates rushed to Singapore from Marina Bay. I'm not sure what they want to do, but we do have something they are likely to want."

"The Blue Fist." The silver-haired beauty looked slightly unhappy.

"Damn it, we can still encounter pirates in this era?" Vodka said loudly with his tongue sticking out.

At the moment, he was sipping a cup of peach smoothie that he had bought from the cold drink shop next door, and he also made a cup for Chianti Cognac and the others.

"It's no use saying this now. If these pirates really intend to attack Singapore, we must at least ensure our own safety."

The silver-haired beauty acted decisively and said resolutely.

"Everyone return to your suites immediately, arm yourselves, and assemble on the deck here in five minutes!"

"Captain Qin, you have no weapons in your hands. Should I escort you down?" Qin Wuque turned the shining machete in his hand.

"No, you're just a pirate, just stay here."

The silver-haired beauty spoke very quickly.

"You stay here and pay attention to the situation below at all times. Report any changes in the situation in a timely manner!"

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Damn, I bought a fast WD black hard drive on Taobao because it was cheap, but it died after a year of use. I was wondering why it kept making clicking noises.

This time I bought a brand new 4T blue disk on JD.com, hoping it will last longer and be more stable.

Chapter 396: What made you feel that you could defeat me as long as you had more people?

Captain Qin and his men went to get their guns.

So Qin Wuque stayed alone on the top floor of the Marina Bay Sands Hotel, watching the pirate raid on Singapore below in real time.

However, the expected scene of pirates raiding Singapore and looting and smashing everything did not occur.

This group of pirates who are used to being poor at sea seem to have no interest in this prosperous international financial center. Their current behavior is not so much like a group of Tenno, but more like throwing a bunch of Overwatch players into a huge map where the entire scene can be destroyed and the floor is not hot to the feet.

Yes, it's pure destruction.

The pirates never insisted on firing all their rockets at the same building until it collapsed completely into ruins, just like they never cared about this theoretically largest target again after bombing the Sands Hotel twice.

Qin Wuque looked at the rockets flying in all directions below, bombing Singapore into a city of fire and smoke. Whenever he saw a large neon light, he would fire one at it. If one was broken or darkened, he would decisively fire the next one.