Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

hateful!

Another day when Gin can't be seen in drag!

If he could beat Gin, he could have forcibly pinned him to the ground and disguised him!

He used disguise tools to smear Gin's face, his hands carrying a hint of emotion. He used his position to settle a personal score, transforming Gin into a sinister and terrifying figure with a dozen or so scars on his face. He even thoughtfully put a one-eyed mask over Gin's face, making him look like a vicious and ruthless villain.

The others had been looking at Chu Ming with complicated expressions ever since he started disguising himself. Chu Ming naturally noticed their gazes and glared back at them, saying, "What are you looking at? It'll be your turn soon."

"..." Vermouth was the first to react, grabbing something and smearing it on her face. "I can do it myself!"

Lafitte reacted just as quickly, shoving aside Cohen who was sitting next to Vermouth: "I'll join the queue, you guys go queue with Granbury!"

The group looked at Gin's face, which was almost entirely scarred, and then at Vermouth's handsome disguise that was nearing completion. They all stood up behind Lafitte and said, "We'll line up here!"

Just kidding. Although I don't know why Granburg's mood has turned sour, seeing that he dares to dance in Gin's minefield, how can they expect to get away with it?

It's true that there's no harm without comparison. Compared to Granburg, Vermouth can actually be described as beautiful inside and out.

Chapter 531 Completely Irrelevant [A talented artist is involved in this story, so be prepared]

Chu Ming looked at the empty space in front of him and then at the situation on Vermouth's side, and was immediately dissatisfied.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"

He angrily slammed his hand down, trying to express his anger, but Gin, who quickly opened his eyes, swiftly grabbed his wrist as it fell.

Gin felt the force of Chu Ming's descent, his eyes sharp: "What were you trying to do just now?"

"...It's nothing. I just felt your makeup was a bit damp. Fan it to help it dry faster."

Chu Ming awkwardly withdrew his hand. His subordinate's head wasn't exactly like a watermelon; he had only been about to give it a couple of pats on the back...

Gin clearly didn't believe him, but he didn't say anything, only asking, "Is it done?"

"Alright." Chu Ming put the things away directly, skipping the usual step of showing him what he looked like in disguise.

Gin didn't care. He didn't pay any attention to how he was disguised, since it was all just for the mission.

Seeing that the others preferred to queue at Vermouth's side rather than come to his side, Chu Ming decided to pick on the easy target first.

"Ah Fu, come here, I'll give you a nice new look~" Chu Ming smiled, his eyes crinkling like a little fox, and waved to Vodka.

Vodka looked resistant, his whole body radiating displeasure, but he was helpless. He wasn't the eldest brother and dared not directly say no to Granbury, so he could only hesitantly move towards Chu Ming.

"Hurry up, are you stepping on ants?" Chu Ming glared at him. "What? You seem really reluctant to come here?"

"No, no, I'm willing, I'm very willing, it's my honor!" Vodka strode forward and quickly stood in front of Chu Ming. His tall and strong body almost completely enveloped Chu Ming, but even though he was tall and burly, his aura was completely overwhelmed by Chu Ming.

Chu Ming extended a finger, pinning Vodka to the sofa, then carefully examined Vodka's face: "Since this is your second time here, I'll give you a 20% discount, charging you only 800,000, and I'll even let you choose your own face. How about that? Am I good to you?"

"82% off?" Vodka's mouth dropped open. Why did he have to pay for disguise? "Um, how about I have Bei—"

"What do you mean, 'been'? Sit still. Think about it, Vermouth's disguises are mass-produced, just a few different styles. But you're different, you're a custom-made one! No matter what you want to disguise yourself as, I can make it happen~ Isn't that a great deal?" Chu Ming kept trying to persuade Vodka.

"Yes, yes...it does seem like a good deal..." Vodka didn't dare say anything else and could only mumble in agreement.

Seeing this, Chu Ming happily took out paper and pen from the side and began to sculpt a custom face for Vodka with a flourish: "Tell me, what do you want it to look like?"

Vodka glanced at Gin furtively, and seeing that he didn't object, and considering that Chu Ming's demeanor did look quite intimidating, he gestured and, unable to hide his anticipation, described the disguise he wanted to make.

After he finished speaking, Chu Ming glanced at Vodka thoughtfully: "I understand. In short, you want the kind of face that's tall, strong, and domineering, right?"

Vodka nodded vigorously. His face looked too honest without his sunglasses, which didn't match his burly and strong physique at all. Heaven knows how long he had wanted a fierce face!

Chu Ming nodded and buried himself in drawing on the paper.

Vodka watched Chu Ming's busy movements and suddenly remembered the drawing Chu Ming had made for him. He froze.

If Granbury's drawing skills are that bad, how can his paintings be even worth looking at? Will he just turn his abstract paintings into his own face?!

As he craned his neck to see what Chu Ming was drawing, Chu Ming had already put down his brush and picked up the painting to admire it.

"Sigh, I feel like my drawing skills have improved again."

Vermouth, who was behind him, stopped helping Lafitte with her disguise upon hearing this, turned around, and was immediately disgusted by the messy, distorted lines on the paper: "What did you draw? A square face? What are all those things on that face? Insects? Why are there such long hairs around the eyes? Eyelashes shouldn't be drawn like that, right?"

"What square face?! Sister, do you have any taste?! Do you have any aesthetic sense?! This is clearly a square face and a cool scar! The lines next to the eyes refer to the gaze, that kind of look where the eyes radiate cold light!" Chu Ming used a series of descriptions, firing off like a machine gun, "Look at that eagle-eyed, wolf-like gaze! Look at that ferocious scar! Look at that fierce and ruthless face!"

Granburg's painting - Vodka 2.0

"..." Vermouth turned her head back with a puzzled expression. She was also very curious. Granburg's drawing skills were so bad, so how could he be so good at disguise?

Lafitte closed his eyes as well, feeling as if his eyes had been corrupted by Granburg. What kind of bizarre chaotic mess of lines was that painting?

Chianti was extremely curious and nudged Cohen, signaling him to go take a look, but Cohen glanced at Gin, who was sitting calmly in his chair, and decided not to move.

Gin, on the other hand, wasn't curious at all. After seeing Chu Ming's FBI portrait, Gin no longer had any expectations for Chu Ming's paintings.

Vodka was already extremely uneasy, and now that Vermouth had exposed his anxiety, he felt even more desperate: "Maybe we should just forget about it, and not bother with the disguise. I'll just find a hood and put it on later..."

"Nonsense, a hood is so stuffy~ Vodka, it breaks my heart to see you like this~" Chu Ming shook the paper in his hand and turned it to show Vodka, "Vermouth has no taste, we'll ignore her. Look, doesn't this face suit you well?"

Chianti and Cohen, who were peeking from behind, immediately covered their eyes. Chianti groaned and whispered to Cohen, "Help, I'm blind. Luckily I closed my eyes quickly, or I would be a blind sniper."

Vodka stared at the bizarre blob of black in the drawing, nearly choking on his own breath. His smile was more like a grimace: "Um, Granbury, you know, my face, actually, it's either—"

Seeing his incoherent rambling and desperate attempts to find excuses to shirk responsibility, Chu Ming deliberately darkened his expression: "Are you kidding me? I already said it was a custom face, and I've already finished drawing it. Now you're telling me you don't want to do it anymore? Hurry up and sit down!"

Vodka, on the verge of tears, reluctantly sat down in Gin's seat and closed his eyes with a death-defying resolve.

Why am I always the unlucky one?!

Seeing that no one believed him, Chu Ming was also a little indignant. He quickly smeared vodka on his face and soon finished disguising vodka: "All done."

Vodka slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with utter despair, completely unwilling to look at what his face looked like.

On the contrary, Chianti kept staring in this direction. Because Chu Ming had been blocking Vodka's view, she couldn't see him at all. Just as Chu Ming announced that he was done and stepped aside, she was ready to open her mouth and laugh at Vodka, but then she saw Vodka's face clearly.

Her laughter abruptly stopped in her throat. She involuntarily took a breath, but accidentally choked. After coughing violently for a long time, she slowly raised her head and stared at the wild and fierce face in front of her, unable to look away for a long time.

His face, with its deep, well-defined features and several scars running across it, only added to his uninhibited air. Combined with Vodka's well-developed, muscular physique, he was truly a broad-shouldered, imposing, and robust man.

This disguise and his painting are not exactly the same; they are completely unrelated!

How did Granburg manage to draw such ugly pictures but look so handsome in disguise?

Chapter 532 Strange

Feeling the shocked gaze fixed on his face, Vodka followed the gaze and saw Chianti staring at him intently, as if she wanted to devour him.

The next second, Chianti shoved Cohen aside, turned around and sidled up to Chu Ming: "Granbury, do you still take custom faces? I want to get one too."

???

Vodka was completely puzzled. He had never heard of Chianti having a penchant for making himself look ugly before.

Then there is only one possibility...

He jumped up and rushed to the mirror next to Vermouth. The moment he saw his reflection, his eyes widened in surprise.

He can actually be this handsome!

That 800,000 was totally worth it!!!

Ignoring the sudden, silly laugh from Vodka, Chu Ming was also happy with the business that had come to him. He gave Chianti a more mature and alluring face and once again happily earned 100 million.

Sigh, it's true that making money is fast when you're in an organization.

While thinking, Chu Ming kept working, quickly putting together a simple disguise for himself, and then took out his computer to start researching.

Vodka has done some research on the red Siamese cats, and several members have been identified so far, but their hiding place has not yet been found.

Chu Ming decided to investigate himself and see if he could find out their whereabouts.

Just as Chu Ming was typing away on the computer, Vermouth had also finished. Gin frowned as he looked at Vodka and Chianti's faces, which looked like they were about to walk the red carpet. Then, as if he had thought of something, he relaxed in an instant.

Being too good-looking does make someone easy to remember, which is not conducive to infiltration and missions. However, since both of them have fake faces, it's not a big problem; in fact, they can provide some smoke grenades after the withdrawal.

Everyone sat around the sofa, ready to listen to Gin's instructions, when Chu Ming pressed the last button.

"Found it." Chu Ming stretched his neck, and noticing everyone staring at him, he blinked. "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"What did you find?" Lafitte couldn't help but complain. "Did you suddenly yell like that because you think my heart is beating too slowly?"

“Yeah, how come you weren’t scared to death…” Chu Ming rolled his eyes and turned to Gin, saying, “I know where those red Siamese cats are going next.”

As he spoke, Chu Ming connected the computer to the large screen in the living room. His fingers danced nimbly across the keyboard, and with a light touch of his fingertips, an image appeared in the center of the screen—a magnificent airship.

Chu Ming displayed a 3D image of the airship on the large screen and even spun it around for everyone to see: "This is the giant airship Bell Sherry II, which was just developed by the Suzuki Group. The Red Siamese Cat's goal should be to board this airship."

“We can sneak in beforehand, and once the airship leaves the ground, those people will be trapped in an aerial cage and won’t be able to escape,” Chianti suggested excitedly.

"Then why would they go to such lengths to take an airship? What is inside that they need?" Vermouth murmured, looking at the airship on the screen.

Chu Ming entered the command again, and a magnificent jewel appeared on the screen. An oval blue gemstone shimmered faintly on the screen: "It might be this gemstone, worth 35 billion on the market, known as the Lady of the Sky. Of course, it could also be for revenge. I checked, back then when the red Siamese cat was captured, it was Suzuki Jirokichi who helped. This time they have reappeared, and it is also possible that they have come for revenge."

“This gem is nice, I like it.” Vermouth looked at the deep blue gem on the screen, her fingertip touching the corner of her lips, exuding an irresistible charm. “Why don’t we bring it back with us on our trip?”

"We don't know how many vials of the virus they took yet. Before boarding, remember to keep the antidote with you, just in case." Gin ignored Vermouth, his brow furrowed. He turned to Chu Ming, "This should be a test flight of the airship held privately by the Suzuki Group. How are we going to get in with so many of us?"

Chu Ming shrugged: "I've definitely been invited, but you guys—how about this, you fly your own helicopters over the airship and jump off yourselves? Besides, the Red Siamese Cat group probably won't board the airship right at the start. I'll use my current identity to go there in advance to make some preparations and pick you up. I'll let you know once they're on the airship."

Gin nodded, agreeing with Chu Ming's suggestion, and turned to Vodka: "Prepare an unmarked helicopter."

Vodka was about to nod when he suddenly realized that if he flew the helicopter, wouldn't he miss the chance to do missions with Gin and the others? Wouldn't all that effort have been for nothing?

However, he never contradicted Gin's decisions, so he could only silently agree.