At the bar counter on the third floor, Zhang Ming sat on the chair, staring at the wine glass in a daze, and occasionally sipped the strawberry drink inside.

Dior deliberately sat on Zhang Ming's right side, blocked Zhang Ming with his back, and faced Gwen. He tried his best to make Gwen happy.

He was really fascinated by this beautiful American girl.

The kind that falls in love at first sight.

Dior asked: "Do you like detective novels?"

Gwen nodded and said, "I've been fascinated by Holmes recently."

Dior picked up his goblet and touched Gwen, and the dark yellow champagne rose a long list of small bubbles.

"I have an old house next to Baker Street, which has a history of more than 160 years. When you have time, you can come and visit, and you will like the environment."

When Dior said that, he looked at Zhang Ming, which means:

It’s so great to have money, but seeing it, this is the historical heritage of the family.

As time approached late at night, the music in the bar began to become dynamic. Dior invited Gwen to dance. The kind girl was worried that Zhang Ming would be bored to stay alone, so she asked him if he wanted to go together.

Zhang Ming was observing Mr. T for human experiments. He waved his hand and said he would not go.

Mr. T carried out human experiments unscrupulously, and he was definitely not a good bird.

As the chairman of the company, Norman Osborne will not be a rude man in the future.

During the third-view camera shooting, Norman glanced at the woman who was still squirming on the ground. His eyes looked like he was looking at the little mouse in the laboratory. He said calmly: "Call out the master behind you, I want to have a good chat with him."

"Mr. Osborne, I am"

Norman interrupted him and said, "Mr. T, formerly known as Thomas, the president of Tomorrow Technology, has been on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management. A week ago, suddenly a huge sum of money was added to the company's account... Don't tell me, this money fell from the sky."

As a top businessman, Norman Osborne did not fight unprepared wars. His meaning was obvious: Don’t treat me as a fool, you can investigate my hobbies, and I will investigate you too.

He looked at Mr. T and put pressure on the other party.

"We are all smart people. I am very interested in that painting and your tomorrow's technology, so I spent the night here. I hope I'm not wasting my time."

Mr. T's expression has not changed. He is like a zombie in a Hong Kong horror movie in the 1980s, posing a dead face, facing the pressure exerted by Norman without saying a word.

Because of distance, Zhang Ming could only see their calves.

Both men didn't speak, and Zhang Ming was like he was suddenly stuck when he was watching a video, except for the woman on the ground that kept squirming.

Are these two-year-old men circulating their feelings?

Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard a subtle sizzling sound.

It was like the sound of plastic wrap tearing open, accompanied by Norman's slight amazement.

Zhang Ming stood up, and the camera in the third viewing angle climbed for a distance. The picture changed from a calf to a lower abdomen, but there was still nothing to see.

Zhang Ming jumped up hard, his vision moved upwards, and he saw the faces of Mr. T and Norman.

But there is nothing to doubt.

"So that's it, I understand, please continue." Norman said.

What do you understand?

Zhang Ming's curiosity was aroused, and for just a few seconds of negligence, he felt that he had missed a key clue.

Start the editing and go back to five seconds ago.

The sound appeared again, Zhang Ming climbed onto the bar table, his eyes moved up, and finally this time he saw it

That was an eye that was picked off!

Behind the eyes was not flesh and blood, but a few metal wires. Mr. T turned his eyeballs to the back, revealing a small flashing green light.

This is not an eyeball at all, it is a camera!

"So that's it, I understand, please continue." Norman said.

The owner was not on the ship at all. Mr. T brought a camera and synchronized what he saw and heard to the person behind the scenes, and conveyed the owner's opinions.

No wonder Mr. T speaks like a mechanical one, because every word he says is not what he wants to say, he is just a phony tube.

A soulless soundtrack.

For Norman, it would be fine to make sure that he was communicating with a real partner. As for the human rights of the sound tube...

Haha, there is still a woman who should fight for human rights lying on the ground.

Mr. T sealed the only remaining potion in his suitcase and handed it to Norman Osborne: "This is our sincerity. If Mr. Norman thinks it is necessary to cooperate, he can come to us at any time. We will be on this ship within this week."

Norman glanced at the box, didn't reach out to pick it up, and said bluntly: "Are you not afraid that I will study the ingredients of the medicine, kick you away, and do it yourself?"

"If there is no confidence at all, how dare we seek cooperation with Osborne Group?"

Norman laughed, picked up the box and said, "You're a very interesting person."

The deep eyes seemed to penetrate Mr. T and landed on the "master" in the dark.

Mr. T said: "I prepared a helicopter for Mr. Osborne on the top floor. Should I go back to Osborne Group or go down to have fun for a while?"

"Go back, I can't wait to start researching."

The two men left the laboratory and did not look at the woman on the ground any more from beginning to end.

Seeing that Norman Osborn was about to return to the company with the medicine, Zhang Ming also stood up. While he kept surveillance of the target, he naturally walked to the window and turned over and jumped out.

Mr. T stopped.

"What's wrong?" Norman asked.

Mr. T replied: "It seems that a little mouse has sneaked in."

"Where?" Norman did not panic and reached into his arms with his right hand.

Discovered?

As soon as Zhang Ming ejected the hook lock, he heard Mr. T's words. He pointed in one direction. The ordinary finger seemed to penetrate the layers of walls and finally fell on Zhang Ming.

“It’s right there.”

After the editing was started, time went back, and Zhang Ming returned to the bar.

He glanced around and there was indeed a surveillance camera, but he just went out from the blind spot of the surveillance camera. Is there a hidden camera?

Thinking of Mr. T's false eyes, it's not impossible.

Zhang Ming walked around and went to a dim corner, where a young man and woman were kissing passionately not far away. He took light steps without disturbing the young man with strong hormones, walked to the window and jumped out again.

"Wait a minute, there's a little mouse..."

Edit!

Is this ship poisonous?

Zhang Ming felt that he was careful enough, how did the other party discover him?

He thought about the solution, and Norman and Mr. T were walking towards the top of the cruise ship, about to leave the monitoring range of the third-view camera.

"Roy." Zhang Ming called out in the communication channel.

"Here." Roy replied sweetly.

"Is there any way you can attract the attention of everyone in the bar? It only takes a few seconds."

"No problem." Roy said coquettishly: "But how do you repay me?"

Zhang Ming: "…"

Roy laughed: "I'm just kidding. When it's over, I'll give me a self-signature of you. I'm going to show off to the rest of the fan club."

"no problem."

"Look."

Zhang Ming was in a dark corner. After about a few seconds, a disharmonious guitar sound appeared in the dynamic electronic music of the bar. DJ, who played the music, looked confused. He turned the electronic music down and wanted to hear who was going to smash the scene.

The guests stopped dancing and searched together.

The lighting engineer first found the "culprit" and a beam of light chased him away.

Under the light, Roy was wearing a suit.

It was obviously a men's suit, but when he wore it, he had a neutral beauty. He pulled off the suit jacket, pulled open the bow tie, raised his right hand high, and swung it down quickly!

The electric guitar makes a thrilling sound.

He played faster and faster. People who were scared before suddenly regained their enthusiasm. Some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some raised their hands and swayed their bodies to the sound of his guitar.

Of course, there are two brushes to be able to do DJ on a cruise ship. DJ plays music with Roy's rhythm. Roy throws the guitar and jumps to the center of the dance floor. The originally dancing crowd gives him a place, and he shows his dancing posture in it.

Roy is a master pole dancer, but he is also proficient in all kinds of dances.

He became the center of attention, and no matter what the person present was, whether it was a rich or aristocrat, he was cheering for his performance.

During the dance, Roy glanced at the darkest corner. Zhang Ming was standing there just now, and now it was empty.

I should have completed the task?
To be continued...