Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 123 Storage Ring (7K views, please vote with double monthly tickets)
Time was limited, and John left in a hurry, not even having time to attend Bulma's birthday party.

After a blissful afternoon nap, Wen Ming was greeted by Earl Mason, the head of 911.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone would actually dare to do something like this in the Metropolis!"

Earl was furious; he was certain that someone wanted to oust him from his position.

Otherwise, how could so many attacks have occurred in such a short period of time?
Even if the security situation in a metropolis is bad, it can't be this bad.

And, can you please stop going out recklessly, you troublemaker?
If you go out again, I'll break down.

Can't you learn from your third uncle and just be a peaceful old tortoise?
"So, have you caught them yet?"

Wen Ming gestured for Rebecca to pour Earl a cup of tea before looking at Earl.

Earl's face was grim: "All the thugs in the church have been killed, the people who fired the RPG on the road have not been caught, and the cars that were chasing you overturned, killing everyone inside."

"Oh? So you've been working for nothing all morning?"

Wen Ming leaned forward, looking at Earl with immense pressure: "I've paid so much tax, yet I'm constantly attacked in the Metropolis. I can't even have a happy weekend with Flora. I have to consider supporting your rival."

Earl broke out in a sweat.

This morning, he was questioned by many people, and even the governor called to ask him what was going on.

The emergence of RPGs has led all the wealthy to question whether Earl's control over Metropolis's arms trade has become a mere formality.

After all, the wealthy in the metropolis prefer to travel by helicopter.

And RPGs are precisely the most lethal weapon for helicopters.

Many people have seen "Black Hawk Down".

Although RPGs are slow, have short range, and poor accuracy in actual combat, making them difficult to use against helicopters moving at high speeds, this was in an urban area where helicopters could not increase their flight speed.

Hovering, takeoff, and landing are the easiest times to be hit.

"I guarantee that we will find out who is behind this group."

Their facial, DNA, and fingerprint comparisons are already underway, and their information will soon be available in the crime database!

Earl repeatedly assured him, but Wen Ming smiled and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"You'll help me? How will you help me?"

Looking at Wen Ming's smiling face, Earl suddenly had a bad feeling.

Although your third uncle is gloomy, he is generally quite reliable in handling matters. Why do you seem to have such an unconventional mindset, young man?
……

14: 00.

Two Chevrolet SUVs sped out of the Iron Hotel's underground parking lot.

"Boss, it's confirmed. All of us can now stay within 100 meters of the hotel and within 100 meters of you at the same time."

In other words, the anchor points of the spatial rift are two: you and the hotel.

After Perkins drove Wen Ming 100 meters from the hotel, Qinghou's voice quickly rang out on the center console.

"Perkins and Rebecca, are you two happy? Helen doesn't have to be stuck in the hotel every day and can't go anywhere anymore."

Perkins and Rebecca, sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats, were grinning from ear to ear, nodding vigorously in unison: "Boss, we can finally take a good look around the metaverse, we've been so bored."

Wen Ming was happier than they were.

The establishment of this rule means that their future safety will be further guaranteed, and it also means that travelers must now put themselves at the center.

That's cool!

"Then let's go buy you swimsuits now!"

"Boss, you're making things difficult for us. How are we supposed to hide weapons while wearing swimsuits?"

"I believe you have a way to overcome these difficulties."

……

15: 00.

Wenming's SUV was parked at the dock. Belinda saw Wenming get out of the car and excitedly waved her hands: "Wenming, over here."

Wen Ming smiled and waved to her, then turned around and helped Rebecca and Perkins out of the car.

When Belinda saw Rebecca, dressed in a pure white swimsuit, and Perkins, in a pure red bikini, get off the swimsuit, her expression stiffened slightly.

She never expected that Wen Ming would bring two more beautiful women with him.

However, the next second, Wen Ming took two more girls in bikinis off the second SUV, which made Belinda's smile even more stiff.

besides?

But that's strange.

Why are all four of you beautiful ladies wearing the same style of glasses instead of sunglasses?
Are they all nearsighted?
Or is this the latest model of smart glasses?
Wen Ming introduced the group to Belinda: "These two are my bodyguards, you've met them before. They're my friends. This afternoon I'm going to enjoy the sea breeze."

All four names were pseudonyms, and with the Kryptonian glasses, Belinda didn't think much of it. What she was more concerned about was why Wen Ming had suddenly brought four beautiful women with him.

This isn't like him at all!
However, Belinda also had a happy smile on her face: "That's great! It's more lively with more people. I specially asked them to prepare more drinks and food."

Wen Ming smiled and nodded, bent down to pick up Little Wukong in his arms, walked to the car and instructed Du Lu, "You guys go back to the hotel, come pick me up again tonight."

"Okay, boss, have a great afternoon."

Duru and the other driver both gave each other a knowing smile. Wen Ming nodded at the two of them, then picked up Little Wukong and walked toward the sailboat: "Little Wukong, did you secretly drink seawater before?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Looking at the azure sea, Little Wukong immediately felt his tongue hurt again. He spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva, saying, "It's so salty!"

"Then don't sneak any more drinks today."

Wen Ming stepped onto the deck with light steps, his shoes making a crisp sound on the teak floor.

Five beautiful women with distinct styles followed closely behind, their high heels and sandals creating a series of beautiful notes on the gangway.

The Sun Odyssey 410, which won the title of Best 35-50 Foot Monohull Sailing of the Year, gleamed with a pearly white luster in the sunlight, and its 12.35-meter-long hull swayed gently with the waves.

"Wow!" Bulma exclaimed as she took off her shoes after boarding the ship and rushed into the salon area, her fingers tracing the leather-wrapped cabin walls. "The interior is even more luxurious than in the photos. I'm so satisfied with this birthday trip!"

Indeed, the 4.18-meter width of the boat makes the salon area appear exceptionally spacious.

The cherry wood dining table surrounded by a U-shaped sofa is large enough for eight people, and the configuration of three cabins and two restrooms should have made this flight comfortable and pleasant—if there were only two passengers as planned.

Belinda smiled wryly as she counted the people: Perkins was taking pictures around with his DSLR camera, Bulma and Kara had already claimed the best sunbathing spots, and that strange kid with the afro...

"You can't eat that now!"

Wen Ming's exclamation interrupted Belinda's thoughts.

Little Wukong was seen sweeping through the food on the table at an astonishing speed.

He held a three-tiered chocolate cake in one hand, while his other hand reached for the lobster on the seafood platter, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

Whose child is this?

How can you be so bad at taking care of it?

How many days have you been hungry?
Belinda watched as the desserts and fruits dwindled rapidly, realizing that her carefully prepared romantic dinner was about to be ruined.

She didn't even know what to say.

Belinda had originally planned to enjoy some time alone with her partner, and such a large sailboat would be enough to keep them both happy.

As a result, so many uninvited guests arrived.

There are five of them: Perkins, Rebecca, Bulma, Kara, and Goku.

The captain and crew sent by the charter company were organizing supplies on the lower deck, which meant that there were actually nine people on board—close to the sailboat's 10-person passenger limit.

Now, forget about having time alone together, there's not even enough food to go around.

Belinda had just been congratulating herself on having prepared enough, but now it seemed that what she had prepared was far from sufficient.

There wasn't even enough for this one child to eat.

How can he eat so much?

The waves suddenly became turbulent, and the sailboat tilted slightly. Little Goku stumbled, and the cake in his hand smeared directly onto Bulma's newly bought bikini.

"my clothes!"

Bulma's screams mingled with the cries of seagulls, echoing above the sailboat.

Looking at the somewhat chaotic scene before even setting sail, Wen Ming felt extremely sorry for Belinda.

So he walked straight up to Belinda and said, "Belinda, I'm sorry, but today's sailing trip may not be very safe."

Belinda looked completely bewildered.

What do you mean?
Wen Ming carefully observed Belinda's expression, constantly sensing her mood with his mental power, and slowly said, "I was attacked this morning, so there's a good chance someone will attack me again when I go out to sea later."

To avoid any danger to you, you, the captain, and the crew should go back first.

Our vacation can be postponed until next week; I'll make it up to you then.

Belinda gasped in surprise, grabbing Wen Ming's arm and scrutinizing him closely. "Are you alright? How did you get attacked? Is it like the last shooting?"

"It's more serious than that."

Wen Ming looked at Belinda with a serious expression: "So, you should get off the boat first and tell the owner of the charter company that if any problems arise, I will buy the sailboat directly."

Belinda bit her lip and looked at Little Goku and the two girls who were still gorging themselves on food: "Then why are you still with the three of them?"

Wen Ming glanced at the three of them and gave a vague explanation: "They're just here to broaden their horizons; they'll disembark and leave in a bit."

Belinda's body trembled slightly. She felt wronged, but also filled with worry: "I... I want to stay with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"This isn't a movie. I could very well be drowned at sea if an RPG hits me."

Wen Ming shook his head and refused Belinda's offer. He then invited the captain and crew over, signed a check on the spot, and sent them ashore to rest.

However, when the captain walked up to Wen Ming, the strong smell of smoke made him involuntarily swallow.

Wen Ming frowned slightly but said nothing.

Belinda wanted to insist, but Wen Ming had already pulled her to the shore: "Go, you shouldn't be in such danger."

"But you shouldn't make me worry like this!"

Belinda's eyes were brimming with tears, and Wen Ming could sense that she was genuinely worried about him. This made him even more reluctant to let her go with him: "I'll only feel at ease if you're safe."

Wenming waved to Belinda, and the sailboat, steered by Perkins and Rebecca, slowly sailed out of the dock.

Belinda stood on the shore, letting the scorching summer sun beat down on her, when suddenly tears welled up in her eyes, and she wept silently.

Just as she broke down in tears, the captain, who had just been asked to disembark, walked up to her and handed her a tissue: "Beautiful lady, would you like to have a drink together?"

……

Wen Ming withdrew his gaze from the dock and turned to Perkins and Rebecca, who were at the helm: "Prepare for battle."

"Boss, you're so heartless! You prepared such a wonderful vacation for your beautiful female assistant, and yet you just kicked her off the ship. You're such a ruthless person!"

Perkins made his usual sarcastic remark, to which Wen Ming replied without hesitation, "If you weren't here, I would definitely have comforted her properly."

This time, Perkins wasn't afraid of Wen Ming: "You should say that you can only comfort her without us around."

You didn't even bring Sarah, so you must be planning to spend some quality time with your little assistant.

Wen Ming didn't reply. He took out a universal capsule from his pocket and threw it on the ground with a "thud." A weapon cabinet taller than a person appeared in front of everyone.

Perkins and Rebecca, two bikini-clad beauties, immediately stepped forward and took out their most proficient weapons, strapping holsters to their thighs. Soon, two bikini-clad Lara Crofts appeared before everyone.

Wen Ming also took out a Winchester rifle and two Glock G17Cs.

Bulma, on the other hand, was carefree and pulled Kara to continue lying on the beach chair, ready to sunbathe.

The Dragon Ball girl was very interested in Kara's ability to absorb sunlight, and she was wondering if she should investigate it when she heard Wen Ming say, "Bulma, could you improve the Capsule Corp.?"

"How can we improve it?" Bulma looked up in confusion. Wen Ming pondered his words for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Do you know what a storage ring or storage belt is?"

"what is that?"

Bulma felt that these two words were magical.

What does it mean to put storage items and rings together?
Is Wen Ming going to give me a ring?
Ah, should I accept it or not?
Wen Ming briefly described the principle and then said, "Theoretically speaking, storage rings and storage belts are a type of spatial equipment. If you can't create an interdimensional linker, you can consider combining the universal capsule with the storage belt first."

Bulma, who was lost in thought, suddenly had a bright idea: "That's a good idea. That way, the capsules will be more portable."

Just then, Kara suddenly raised her hand: "It seems that we Kryptonians have this kind of time-freezing technology."

"Ok?"

Wenming and Bulma looked at Kara at the same time, and Kara said, "I heard my mother say before that our Kryptonian prison is a kind of time-freezing technology, but it seems that we only use it to imprison criminals."

Wen Ming then remembered that the Kryptonians really did have such technology, and that General Zod in several versions of the story was imprisoned in such a prison.

The Kryptonians, who have been developing in the universe for 10 years, have far surpassed most other cosmic technologies, even though they haven't made any technological progress in the last 2 years.

The existence of such technology is not surprising.

Bulma immediately became interested: "Could I learn about this space technology? If it's realized, wouldn't I just need to wear a ring to put all the strawberries in the world inside?"

Kara laughed at the thought of that scene: "I'd put all the strawberries in the universe into that container."

The two strawberry girls immediately screamed, high-fived, and cheered.

Wen Ming shook his head.

Okay, they're still kids.

Just as laughter and cheerful voices came from the sailboat, Perkins suddenly called out, "Boss, three ships are coming from the distance."

Wen Ming quickly turned his head to look, and saw three speedboats rapidly approaching. Wen Ming could no longer contain his anger.

Just how much do these people want their lives?
It actually came!

"Prepare for battle!"
Bulma, Kara, you two hide in the cabin.

"Little Goku, stop eating! Protect Bulma and Kara!"

Wen Ming drew his Glock G17C and quickly concealed himself behind the railing of the sailboat. Perkins and Rebecca also prepared for battle.

Bulma and Kara, no longer concerned with discussing how many dresses could be stored in the storage ring, quickly entered the cabin and found a corner to hide themselves.

Little Wukong stuffed the last piece of lobster, shell and all, into his mouth, then pulled out his golden cudgel and stood spiritedly at the cabin door.

The three speedboats were very fast and caught up in less than two minutes. Just as Wen Ming was about to open fire, someone on the other side suddenly picked up a loudspeaker.

“Wen Ming, there are three RPGs aimed at you now. I don’t want to start a war. Release all my men and I will spare you today.”

Upon hearing the other party use the Great Qian language, Wen Ming immediately guessed their origin.

Heihe Association.

"Boss, should I shoot him dead?"

Perkins heard three RPGs aimed at the sailboat but showed no fear.

Rebecca remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

The 18-year-old girl, seasoned by many battles, became increasingly resolute.

Wen Ming chuckled and said, "Why bother with all that?"

After saying that, Wen Ming suddenly put away his gun, then raised his hands and stood up, signaling to the other party that he wanted to surrender.

Upon seeing Wen Ming surrender, the three speedboats immediately reduced their speed and cautiously approached.

Just as they approached to within 100 meters of the sailboat, one speedboat suddenly went out of control and crashed into another speedboat. The two speedboats collided violently and turned into two bursts of sparks.

Before the middle-aged man on the third speedboat could react, his speedboat also sped towards the two speedboats that were exploding in flames.

"No, what's going on?"

"Boss, the speedboat is out of control!"

The speedboat operator screamed in panic. Seeing that the two speedboats were getting closer and closer, the middle-aged man could no longer care about anything else. He quickly grabbed a swimming ring and stood up: "Jump ship!"

Five or six people jumped into the sea like dumplings being dropped into boiling water. The next second, a third burst of sparks ignited on the surface of the sea.

One minute later, Wen Ming's sailboat slowly sailed to within a few dozen meters of the middle-aged man struggling in the sea: "Do you need rescue?"

The middle-aged man lay on the swimming ring, glaring at Wen Ming through gritted teeth: "If you have the guts, then kill me! Otherwise, Heihe will fight you to the death!"

You probably don't even realize what kind of being you've messed with.

Wen Ming leaned against the gunwale of the sailboat and agreed with the middle-aged man's words: "You're right, but I don't know if your Black River Society can use weapons more powerful than RPGs. Do you have tanks and missiles?"

The middle-aged man was stunned: "How is that possible? We're not the army!"

Wen Ming was relieved: "Then everything's alright. Are you ready for how you're going to die?"

"How dare you? 911 at sea is already here!"

The middle-aged man pointed into the distance, where several speedboats were indeed approaching. It was the Maritime Patrol 911, and Wen Ming naturally knew that they were the men arranged by Earl.

Wen Ming didn't look at the 911 patrol boat, since he had contacted Earl in advance. He looked at the people struggling in the sea: "You probably don't know what kind of people you've messed with."

The middle-aged man stared at Wen Ming in astonishment. The next second, he saw the people around him sinking into the sea one after another. Several of his men, who were excellent swimmers, were also screaming as they sank. This immediately made him panic.

What's in the sea?

"There's a water ghost that'll kill you."

As Wen Ming watched the 911 speedboat rapidly approach, he turned and went into the cabin, storing all the weapons, including Little Wukong's golden cudgel, into the universal capsule.

After everything was tidied up, Wen Ming came out, only to find that all of the middle-aged man's men had perished at sea.

He looked around in terror and kept shouting.

The 911 speedboat quickly stopped beside him, and the 911 on board threw out a swimming ring tied with a rope. The middle-aged man was overjoyed and quickly reached out to grab the swimming ring.

However, just as his fingers were about to hook the swimming ring, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from his feet.

"No, a water ghost! A water ghost! There really is a water ghost!"

The middle-aged man's shrill screams echoed across the sea, but he soon sank into the ocean with a thud.

The 911 on the speedboat was startled, and two lifeguards jumped off quickly, but after searching the sea, they couldn't find the middle-aged man.

At that moment, a 911 helicopter flew quickly from the direction of the coast. Wen Ming looked up and saw Earl sitting in the helicopter. He waved to the helicopter and then signaled Perkins to start the sailboat and leave.

The next matter is Earl's.

I'm going to celebrate Bulma's birthday.

……

"bang"

A space capsule was opened, and a refrigerator taller than a person appeared in front of everyone.

When Bulma saw the Iron Hotel cake stored in the refrigerator, she happily hugged Wenming's arm and jumped for joy.

"Thank you so much! This is the happiest birthday of my life."

Perkins kept his eyes straight ahead, indicating that he didn't see Bulma deliberately taking advantage of him.

As the sun set, Wen Ming took out the cake and placed it on the table: "I was going to throw you a party tonight, but you and Kara both need to go back to your own universes, so we'll have to keep it simple."

"It's okay, I'm already very satisfied."

Bulma's eyes were shining; if it weren't for the four third wheels present, she would have asked for a bold birthday present.

"Bulma, can you celebrate your birthday every day?"

Just then, Goku looked up at Bulma, who asked in confusion, "Why?"

"That way I can eat cake every day!"

Little Wukong said with a grin.

"You glutton!"

The yacht was immediately filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

Outside the yacht, bathed in the setting sun, Qinghou was repeatedly lifting and lowering a person from the sea at the bow: "Will you confess or not?"

"Confess or not, you... gulp... gulp... you... you'd better let me speak!"

The man who was tormented by Qinghou was naturally the leader of the Black River Society's attack.

The middle-aged man had lost his earlier ferocity; he was now swollen from being soaked in seawater. He pleaded, "Go ahead and ask!"

How would I know what to ask?

Qinghou sat playfully at the bow of the boat, kicking her legs: "You tell me yourself."

The middle-aged man cried: "Could you give me a glass of water?"

"You tell me first. I'll only get water if I'm satisfied. Don't even think about lying. I can monitor your heart rate."

Qinghou pulled the middle-aged man out of the sea with one hand, then placed her hand on his chest: "Speak."

The middle-aged man looked at the other person's hand placed on his chest and wanted to retort, "Do you think your hand is a machine?" But he still honestly began to confess.

……

"The so-called 200-year-old zombie is actually a vampire?"

Wen Ming brought Qing Hou a cake, which the electronic mechanical girl happily accepted. Then she told Wen Ming about the information the middle-aged man had confessed.

Upon hearing that the other party was actually looking for vampires, she asked in surprise, "Then why did you need to prepare black donkey hooves, peach wood swords, and talismans? Wouldn't silver swords, silver bullets, and holy water be enough?"

"How could there be zombies in the United States? What we're really looking for is a vampire named Lilith, but we're afraid that calling her a vampire will attract other people's attention."

We found traces of Lilith at the Iron Hotel before, so we've been trying to get information about her from your third uncle, but he keeps denying her existence, saying we've mistaken her for someone else.

Preparing the black donkey hooves and peach wood sword was just a smokescreen, to make people think we were really just looking for a 200-year-old zombie. The others went to the hotel to confirm whether Lilith was still alive.

Could I have a glass of water?

The middle-aged man was completely exhausted by this point, so he simply told everything.

Upon hearing the name "Lilith" and recalling the Winchester sword, Wen Ming immediately understood who the other party was looking for.

The problem is, there's only one Lilith in the hotel, and that's her own legal counsel.

Could that recent law school graduate be the legendary vampire?
And he doesn't look familiar!

However, whether they are right or wrong, these people are all flawed.

He looked at the middle-aged man as if he were looking at an idiot: "What are you thinking? Looking for her? Don't you want to live?"

"So you do know Lilith!"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with surprise: "The Iron Hotel really does have vampires!"

Wen Ming neither denied nor admitted it. He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Come on, let's talk about your Black River Society. By the way, what's your name again? Are you Wang San?"

The middle-aged man burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I've finally found it! I have a built-in communicator inside my body, this news..."

"Is this what you're looking for?"

While eating cake, Qinghou suddenly waved her hand in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned the color of feces: "How is this possible?"

……

P.S.: Double monthly votes have started, please give me some!
The results of the monthly pass lottery were announced on the 1st, and the drawing process was shared in the group.

Those selected will receive a private message with their address.

(End of this chapter)