my beauty world

"Morning." When Lian Fan met, she deliberately asked, "What a coincidence?"

Ronan said calmly, "There is only one boat to Billena Island."

The brown-haired woman nodded: "It's really a coincidence, I'm going to Billena Island too."

Seeing Ronan approaching, she took a bit of a test and introduced herself first: "Ilsa."

Ronan used the pseudonym on his passport: "Martin."

Just find a seat near the aisle and sit down. People come up from below one after another, but there are not many people. When the boat is sailing, there are only six or seven people on the second floor.

Ronan is not a talkative person, and he has no interest in chatting with brown-haired women. Seeing too many sea views is boring, and he plans to go to Billena Island this time.

Judging from the video and data, it is very likely that it is a giant chameleon needed to be promoted to a predator.

If it can be successfully found, the only material missing for making a new soul cooking is the soul fragments of the ancients.

After several battles in Tijuana, all the villains were killed, and the ordinary soul fragments accumulated to more than 150 pieces.

But the soul fragments of the ancients were only obtained from the werewolf Alexandro, and they were used up when cooking the spirit leopard.

Jose, who looked like a rumored vampire, was flanked back and forth by snipers, machetes, and helicopters, and had no time to harvest.

Judging from the first piece of the soul fragment of the ancient, it is probably only produced by an old monster who has lived for several centuries.

Soul absorption also has a chance to get the ability that the target is best at...

Like scratch-offs, the prizes are won in bits and pieces.

So far, the most practical abilities for soul absorption are shooting, close combat and language abilities.

Ronan suddenly thought of the voodoo witches, would any of them have lived for centuries?

It would be great if I could get a Teleportation.

Meeting Ronan again and again, Ilsa became wary and continued to probe: "You went to Billena Island to play? Have you been there before?"

"It's my first time going." Ronan came back to his senses, and the reason was casual: "I heard that the beaches and coral reefs there are very beautiful. If you are lucky, you can find natural diamonds in the volcanoes on the island."

Ilsa smiled: "No certified diamonds?"

Ronan didn't understand this: "It's commemorative." Someone asked him, so he also asked: "What about you? It's also for fun?"

Ilsa put away her smile and let herself enter the scene instantly: "No, I'm going to take someone home."

Ronan asked: "Fascinated by the scenery on the island?"

Ilsa shook her head slightly, her delicate facial features were filled with sadness: "Something happened to her."

"Sorry." Ronan said.

Ilsa forced a smile: "It's okay."

She reached out to straighten her hair, which was blown by the sea breeze.

Ronan glanced over her hands without any trace. The skin on the brown-haired woman's hands was relatively rough, as if she often did physical work.

Ilsa is very sensitive, even if Ronan's eyes are swept away, she still turns her head.

Ronan naturally asked curiously, "Listen to your accent, British?"

Ilsa tied up her hair: "British, but from New York." She also asked Ronan: "Your accent is like that of the West Coast."

Ronan shook his head: "Mexican, his hometown is in Baja California, and he often goes to the United States, but he has never been to New York."

Ilsa smiled slightly: "It's also my first time to go to New York."

Ronan said, "I thought you were working in New York."

"Go to New York University to go through the formalities." Ilsa was ready when she came: "My cousin is an exchange student at New York University. She went to Billena Island with her classmates and encountered an accident."

Ronan suddenly thought of the five college students who were killed by a suspected giant chameleon.

According to the CIA's information, they are from New York University.

Is this Ilsa a relative who went to collect the corpse?

Having said that again, Ronan asked forcefully, "Are you injured?"

Ilsa said: "Accidental casualties."

Ronan said again, "Sorry."

Ilsa shook her head: "It's okay."

The boat arrived at the port on the Paraguana Peninsula, stopped for 10 minutes, and waited for people to get on and off. After leaving, it turned and sailed west. The next stop was the Guajira Peninsula in Colombia.

The captain from Aruba specially reminded the passengers through the broadcast that when they arrive at the port of Guajira, they should not go ashore casually. Recently, Colombian guerrillas have been active on the Guajira Peninsula. If you are unlucky, you may encounter unexpected situations.

Ronan thought of the two Colombians caught by the Aruba police last night.

A team, addicted to drugs, whether bought or sold, will soon degenerate.

The ship staggered for nearly three hours and arrived at the port on the Guajira Peninsula.

As the boat docked, people disembarked and boarded one after another. Within 10 minutes, seven young and strong men came up one after another.

Six of them are black uncles and one is Latino.

These people exchanged glances, a Latino led three black uncles on the first floor, and the other three black uncles went to the cabin on the second floor and spread out.

As soon as the person came up, Ronan noticed it, and quietly reached into his pocket, grabbing a Swiss army knife bought at the hotel merchandise store during breakfast.

Without warning, the speed of the boat dropped sharply. The curly-haired black man took out his pistol and shouted in Spanish, "Don't move! Put your hands up!"

The other two blacks also took out their pistols and pointed at a dozen or so passengers: "Whoever moves will kill him!"

Ronan was very cooperative and immediately raised his hand.

The other passengers raised their hands in cooperation as if they had received training.

It was Ilsa who raised her hand the slowest.

"Hurry up!" the curly-haired black man yelled again, "Let me see your hands!"

Ilsa raised her hand too.

The curly-haired black man shouted again: "Stand up, stand up slowly, let me see your hands! Do you understand, let me see your hands all the way!"

The ship's announcement sounded at this time: "Good afternoon, my name is James, and I am very sorry to disturb your journey! We are soldiers of the Colombian National Front, please cooperate with us, and please trust us, we will not harm you. Civilians shoot, the premise is that you must cooperate, our target has never been civilians..."

The person's tone and attitude seem to be very good: "Yesterday afternoon, two of our comrades-in-arms just arrived at the Aruba airport and were detained by the Aruba police for no reason, so please wait at ease, as long as the Aruba police release our comrades-in-arms , we will naturally let you go.”

These people not only took control of the first floor of the passenger cabin, but even the captain and first mate.

On the second floor, under Uncle Hei's call, the passengers stood up and went down one after another.

The culprits must concentrate people on the first floor for guarding.

Ronan deliberately stayed at the end, considering whether to make a move.

Chapter 42 Ruthless Characters

With his hands clasped on his head, Ronan walked at the end of the line, moving forward slowly, his seemingly lifeless eyes were already staring at the two black uncles at the stairs.

With his skill, it is not difficult to take down Uncle Hei in an instant.

Grab the gun, it's easy to say...

In the middle of the passenger line, Ilsa raised her hands, her thin suit jacket was open, and her full breasts pushed up her light-colored shirt.

Among the two black men standing at the stairs, the tall and bald one kept staring at Ilsa: "Ribeiro, this girl is not bad."

Another curly reminder: "Mario, don't mess around, do business."

The bald black man held a pistol in one hand, and kept rubbing his fingers with the other: "I'll just touch it, so I won't delay the business."

Ilsa walked over.

"Don't move!" Mario pressed on her shoulder: "If you want to survive, don't move!"

Ilsa held her breath, her face full of helplessness.

The journey was very smooth, but when we arrived at the destination, we encountered problems.

These black people are full of pits, and they are not professional terrorists!

Mario's hand was about to fall, but Ilsa suddenly got into trouble, and kicked him between his legs with her long leg. Before Mario could scream, she kicked Curly's knee with the other kick, and then jumped up, hitting her right knee. On Curly's lower jaw.

The curly hair fell straight back.

Ilsa turned her elbows sideways, and with the power of her body rotation, slammed Mario's neck, breaking up his screams that were about to rush out.

Mario's head was turned to one side, and his cervical spine may have been broken.

Another black man was at the corner of the stairs, and heard the voice turning the corner.

Before he could raise the muzzle of the gun, Ilsa jumped up and slashed down with her long legs.

The black man fell on the steel stairs with a plop, and Ilsa kicked the black man on the head again. The black man's head was bent to the left, and he lay there unable to move.

Ilsa acted extremely quickly, picked up the pistol and rushed downstairs, bang bang bang gunshots, followed by the screams of the black uncles.

"Who are you? Don't move!" someone yelled in Spanish.

After a bang, the ship suddenly fell silent.

Ilsa asked loudly: "How many people are there on the first floor!"

The captain replied: "Four people."

Three blacks, one Latino, lay on the deck, all dead.

Ronan immediately moved away from the black man with the broken neck, away from the gun that could be picked up at any time.

"Ah! Ah!" A passenger screamed.

Some passengers rejoiced: "It's safe, it's safe..."

Ronan came down the stairs and found that Ilsa asked the captain and crew to put away all the guns to avoid accidents.

Many people looked at Ilsa with new worries.

Ilsa simply explained: "Everyone, don't panic, I am a British policeman who is on vacation."

The passengers gradually calmed down, and the captain notified the Colombian authorities, the Aruba police, and the Billena Island officials respectively via satellite phone. Although it was the closest to Colombia at this time, no one wanted to return to the port of Colombia, so they simply continued to drive to Billena Island.

According to the captain, the governor of Billena Island, Garza, is fairer in dealing with affairs, and the discipline of the army and police under him is also good. It may not be comparable to the Dutch Aruba, but it is much better than Colombia and Venezuela.

The ship continued to sail towards Billena Island. After experiencing these things just now, all passengers gathered on the first floor of the cabin. It seemed that there were more people and they felt safer.

Ronan found a place to sit casually, thinking that this woman was really not simple.

Was she really just here to pick up her cousin's body and return home?

After sailing for nearly an hour, a siren sounded ahead, and a large island appeared in the sea. The island was covered with forests, and there was a conical mountain in the center. It should be an active volcano that had not erupted for many years.

There is a very beautiful white sand beach on the east side of the island. Most of the beach is circled, and a small-scale resort is being built. The resort also has its own dock, which can dock ships of more than [-] tons.

There is a signboard under the resort, which says the French Obia Group and the like.

Going forward for a while, bypassing a section of coastal cliffs, you will arrive at the port of Billena Island.

The old-fashioned port with three trestle bridges, on one of the trestle bridges, dozens of military police are standing by.

As soon as the ship docked, these people boarded the ship immediately. The captain was very familiar with the leading police officer. After negotiating a few words, the military police began to check and question carefully.

Ronan was very cooperative. He showed his passport and told everything about what he saw and heard on the boat.

This time on the boat, there were more than a dozen tourists who came to visit because of their reputation. After making a record for Ronan, the military police quickly let him off the boat.

The only one in trouble is Ilsa, who is to be taken to the Port Authority by the military police of Billena Island.

When Ronan disembarked, he heard a few words that the family of the deceased and the British Consulate in Colombia had to verify Ilsa's identity.

Get off the ship and go to the port hall to go through the formalities. There is an experienced old man who stamps his passport.

The old man with white hair and white beard had a very poisonous eye. He opened Ronan's passport: "Mexican? The accent is weird."

Ronan said: "I often travel between the United States and Mexico."

The old man tentatively asked: "I heard it's a mess over there? Drugs are rampant?"

Ronan looked serious: "I have nothing to do with drugs."

The security check of luggage and items is very strict, following normal procedures, guns cannot be brought in.