Mystical Journey

"I am a juvenile in the first place. There is no need to disguise that," Garen replied casually. He glanced at the other party's swimsuit. "Isn't your swimsuit too conservative? It doesn't fit the style on this ship."

The girl smiled. "The same goes to you. I have seen several pretty ladies giving you the eye, but you are not tempted. You're just honestly lying down and sleeping here."

She took a sip of the drink.

"I just don't like an environment that is too noisy."

"Likewise."

Garen replied.

The two looked at each other and felt a little relaxed. It was only when one got along with the same kind of people would they relax a little.

Ah!

Someone on the ship was thrown into the sea. It was a girl. Her chest strap was removed and thrown directly into the sea. Obviously, that person could swim, and she did not resist. It seemed that someone was yelling that a bet is a bet and one must honor it.

The girl floated in the sea and chided the other party, but she was being more coquettish. Her breasts was faintly visible in the sea, igniting the imagination of others.

"I don't like their lives," the girl beside Garen said, "If it weren't for them dragging me over to make up the number, I wouldn't have came"

"The same goes for me. If it isn't because I have something to take care of, I wouldn't want to waste time here," Garen shrugged.

"My name is Annie, what about you?"

"Garen," Garen picked up his drink and gestured for a cheers.

The two clinked their cups gently.

At this time, the sound of yachts came speeding over in the distance. Several small yachts encircled from three sides.

Garen stood up from the deckchair. He exchanged glances with Nine-Tailed Fox who was at the bow.

"Pay attention to protect yourself," he casually said to Annie.

Before Annie had reacted and understood what was going on, she saw Garen pulled a slightly curved sword from under the deckchair.

Hiss...

The sharp blade was pulled out slowly and held in both hands. Garen pointed the tip of the saber to the ground and slowly walked in the direction of the on-coming yachts.

Sizz sizz sizz sizz...

More than a dozen dark things were thrown at a great rotating speed at the big yacht.

"Winds of Four Directions."

Garen bent a little. Clank clank clank clank!

Four consecutive white lights lit up around him in the blink of an eye. Like a white line that was erected, it was fleeting.

More than a dozen of the dark things were cut in half as they fell onto the deck of the yacht. At this time, only did the people see clearly that they were all black grenades!

Ah!!!!

A burst of screams rang out.

"!!!" Anne was so scared that she hid behind and her mouth was barely shut.

"Hide well," Garen casually said and looked at the bow.

Over on the other side, Nine-Tailed Fox leaped a few times and threw over a gun from the bow.

"Catch!"

"I'll be at the front and you be at the back!" Garen said, catching the gun.

"Change position!"

The two rushed to their position with tacit understanding.

Reid roared loudly, quickly reacted and began to command his men to counterattack. On the yacht were also bodyguards whom he had brought along. When they realized the situation they were in, each of them quickly took out their guns to fight back.

He himself actually took out a submachine gun and started to fire across.

"Forewind!"

Garen rolled and leaped, thrusting forward.

Sizz sizz sizz! Three consecutive rounds of saber sounded. Three grenades were once again split into two halves and there was no explosion. At the same time, the pistol in his hand sounded. Three people in the distance were hit in the blink of an eye.

"Good marksmanship!" The bodyguard captain could not help but praise loudly.

Reid's face was slightly darkened and he swept his submachine gun across even fiercer.

The bullets from both sides continued to rain. With Garen taking charge at the bow, he was actually able to suppress the shooting of dozens of people from the other side just by himself.

From time to time, the rebounding and ricocheting stray bullets would be simply deflected by him with his long saber. Now and then, there would a person from those who were opening fire going down. As he calmly moved his steps, the opposite was actually misfiring in the few tens of seconds, causing the bodyguards who were watching to be in a daze.

Boom!

There seemed to be a grenade explosion at the stern. After all, there were still too many people and the distance was far. The other party used a grenade gun to shoot out a grenade. The range was very far. Even if Garen was powerful, he was only one person with a gun.

One could clearly feel the yacht sinking. Obviously, there were kelpies under water chiseling the ship.

"The ship is sinking!" Reid ran out and yelled anxiously. Immediately, he was beaten back by several bullets.

Garen was expressionless and exchanged a look with Nine-Tailed Fox at the back. "Kill and grab their boat!"

At this moment, the tacit understanding between the two was astonishing. Clearly, both sides were the type who would use unscrupulous means to achieve a purpose.

In this extremely restrictive world, even Garen could only protect himself. To deal with the long-range shots, only the same long-range shooting could be used to retaliate.

The two jumped down simultaneously and plunged into the seawater. They sped toward a yacht quickly and were as fast as they would be on the ground in the water. All who were watching were stupefied.

"Catch Nine-Tailed Fox alive!" The enemies on the opposite were shouting.

"No need. Just kill!" Someone roared out loud.

Dhak dhak dhak...

The submachine gun swept across the water and stirred up lots of splashes.

Garen lifted the tip of his saber and prodded the wall of the yacht a few times, utilizing the force to fly up and land on the deck of the yacht.

With a clank, the saber moved in a flash, and a full silver arc was drawn. The three men clothed in black who were guarding the deck and attacking the opposite side were directly swept at the neck by the tip of the saber. They looked up and dropped dead.

Blood splattered all over the ground. Springs of fresh blood were gushing out of the headless bodies.

"Get rid of him!"

The other people on the other boats turned their muzzle around at the same time.

With a whoosh, Garen disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind a person. The tip of his saber pierced through the other party's chest with a whish and was retracted again.

Then there was the second, the third, the fourth...

Undefeatable.

Just a few seconds later, blood flowed like a river on the deck. Garen carried his saber and slowly walked toward the navigation room. In it was half-lying a frightened helmsman.

"No you devil! Devil! Oh God! Save me...!" The man screamed, and his voice halted abruptly.

The tip of the saber plunged in from his chest, almost like the feel of a fork plunged into a steak. It was hard at first, but with a little effort, it would be unimpeded.

"Boring," Garen pulled out the saber and looked at another yacht. Over there, Nine-Tailed Fox swung a ribbon-like weapon and made an OK gesture to him.

After replying with a sign, Garen slowly put the saber back into the sheath.

The sound of police siren was faintly heard in the distance and it was apparent that the maritime patrol boat was arriving. He knew that it was time for the Plot to be played out.

"This level of confrontation is not even enough to warm-up..." He stood sideways and looked at the police boat approaching from afar. The blue-and-white police boat was constantly playing the harsh siren. It was also spinning a colorful light, like a children's toy, evoking a comical feel.

The police boat quickly drew near the several yachts that exchanged fire and a large number of police motorboats scattered and rushed toward each big yacht.

What was weird was that the attacker did not escape at all but stayed on the same spot waiting to be arrested. The exchange of fire came to a halt.

The police officers boarded the ship and went straight to both sides of the yacht. They seemed to begin to negotiate and communicate.

Reid's face was stone-cold as he talked to a chubby man with glasses on.

Garen and Nine-Tailed Fox glanced at each other and covertly hid to the side at the back of the yacht they were on.

There was no one on the back of the yacht, and the seawater was constantly striking against the hull, making crashing noises.

Garen leaned back against the wall of the boat and obtained a black paper clip from the inside of his pants.

"How? Situation?" He asked at the paperclip.

"There will be a situation right away," Nine-Tailed Fox's sound came from within the paper clip. This was a short-distance contact device that Nine-Tailed Fox had given to him. One could communicate directly through a wireless signal, and it consumed very little power. It was the classic artifact among the covert walkie-talkies.

"What do you want to do with Reid?" Garen smiled and asked.

"What? Are you jealous?" Nine-Tailed Fox simpered. "Rest assured, you're still the one whom I adore most. He is not a person of the same world as us."

"Who you adore is none of my business. In comparison, I still like the type like Kong Xinxue," Garen frankly spoke.

"Come on... Am I really not tempting enough?" Nine-Tailed Fox pouted. "But if Ah Xue hears this, I am afraid that she will dedicate herself to you any minute."

Garen smiled and did not answer anymore. He pressed the paper clip and disconnected.

A helicopter was slowly flying to this side from a distance.

"Here they come..." He placed his saber against the side and arbitrarily played with the pistol which had no bullets in it.

Whup whup whup whup!

The sound of the helicopter's propeller was getting closer and closer.

What was surprising at this time was that the police on the several yachts actually disarmed and arrested Reid and others. They were still talking and smiling earlier on, but in the blink of an eye, all of them had taken action. Without any delay, everyone including Reid were detained.

"Bring them back!" The team captain's expression was cold.

"Lieutenant Wang, what do you mean by this!?" Reid shouted as his arms were restrained at the back by someone.

"What meaning?" The fat lieutenant sneered. "Endangering the safety of the country's territorial waters, dare to rebel against the enforcement officers of the National Security Agency, openly killing people with guns, and ignoring the law! If I don't arrest you and have you confess, then I'm a lieutenant for nothing!!"

"National security enforcement officers?!" Reid's heart was stunned. Looking at the people who had previously opened fire with them, they were actually putting on the national security uniform. Suddenly, he realized that he was probably being deceived.

"Tell me, where is Nine-Tailed Fox? Where?" The fat lieutenant continued to snigger.

"You guys!" Reid gritted his teeth.

Before more words were spoken, the helicopter in the distance flew straight toward the crowd.

"Which unit is that from?" The fat lieutenant looked up at the helicopter.

"No idea. I don't think we mobilized a helicopter?" One of the subordinates spoke up in doubt.

"Didn't mobilize?" The fat lieutenant looked at the clear and obvious police logo on the side of the helicopter. "If it was not mobilized, how can there be our logo on it? You idiot, don't you recognize the pattern?" He yelled.

"This..." The subordinate had not reacted in time.

Boom boom boom!!

Suddenly, the helicopter fired, and the sound of cannon thundered, drawing out two clear cannon bullet chains.

Something dark was dropped off from the helicopter. It fell into the sea with a boom and seemed to have sunk directly.