Chapter 90: Deep Sea Fanfare (17)
The broadcast announced that the cruise ship had been attacked by an unknown creature, resulting in the loss of several staff members. Starting today, food would only be available for one hour each morning at 8:00 a.m. Passengers must go to the restaurant to pick it up themselves.
Only those who have been moved to the inner rooms, under centralized housing and unified management, will continue to receive distributed food as before.
The attitude towards this new arrangement was far from favorable.
The food provided during the morning hour was also quite simple.
Tourists who had been staying in the inner rooms with no windows were minimally affected, but many of the other tourists were highly dissatisfied.
They gathered at the help desk to protest.
Bang—
The sound of gunfire quelled the riot.
Several men entered through the entrance, the leader dressed in a cruise ship warehouse uniform, holding a gun, and with a stern expression.
The loudest protester among the tourists, the one causing the most trouble, was unconvinced. She looked at the nameplate on the man's chest, marked 'Gao Jiang,' and thought he wouldn't dare to shoot, believing it was just an empty threat.
"It's not easy for us to go on a trip, and it took us forever to get on the Goni. If something happens, why do you force us to downgrade? Who are you trying to scare with a gun? Bring out your leaders!"
A gunshot rang out, and the woman who had been so defiant fell straight to the ground, the carpet staining with blood.
Two of the men behind him skillfully dragged the body away and threw it into the sea, clearly experienced in this grim task.
The tourists, who had never seen such violence, crouched on the ground, heads in their hands, too frightened to speak.
Gao Jiang and several old players had recently gathered a group of young and strong followers. A day earlier, they began taking control of the cruise ship, starting with the warehouse. Armed with guns, they left others with no choice but to comply.
Moving to the inner rooms and centralized living had worsened their accommodation, but with more people gathered, it was considered safer.
With their lives at stake, many tourists began to act, regardless of comfort.
Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai took advantage of the chaos to slip back into the office area. The office of the director of affairs was no longer as orderly as it had been when Ye Nianchu last visited.
Papers were scattered across the desk, and signs of a struggle were evident.
The management of the cruise ship was in turmoil.
Daily, people went missing, and no one could say how many were taken by sirens.
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The sea thundered with lightning, rain pelting the surface, and the waves swallowed the water.
The boundless sea was fierce, with only one cruise ship struggling alone.
The ship rocked violently, and Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai quickly finished their dinner.
A man's voice came over the broadcast, telling everyone that to survive, they must rise up and resist.
All residents of the inner rooms were required to contribute, with groups assigned to take turns on night patrols, regardless of gender. Those unwilling to participate would be asked to leave.
The broadcast concluded with a message only the players could hear:
"B-level and above old players are welcome to discuss cooperation. S-level players will receive the best treatment."
So far, one-third of the people on board had vanished, leaving over a thousand.
"Good man."
They were using the cruise ship to force NPCs to fight the Sirens head-on.
A clever strategy.
But they still underestimated the Sirens.
Concentrating everyone in one area, turning tourists into mere pawns, exposed the darker side of human nature, controlled by a few.
The Sirens excelled at confusing people, magnifying their deepest desires and darkest fears, leading inevitably to chaos.
The situation unfolded exactly as Ye Nianchu had anticipated.