The weather is calm and the sun is shining brightly.
At this time, the headless corpse, which was not yet deaf, had become the food of the shark; and his head was taken back to the submarine by Graybeard... presumably to be preserved as a souvenir (or perhaps an ornament)
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On the beach, a large pool of blood was emitting a fishy smell under the sunlight, causing the nearby pirates to frown.
But they still had to stick to their posts and stand ready, waiting for the arrival of the twenty-two people on the island.
"Guys, pay attention." Not long after, a sharp-eyed pirate leader was the first to see the figure in the jungle. He immediately shouted to remind his companions to be prepared.
"Relax..." Max, who was standing in the back row, continued in a calm tone, "This is a deal, not a war, they just want to leave alive." He paused, "Look... they didn't even bring weapons.
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While he was speaking, Clams took the lead and walked out of the woods by the beach, and the others formed a line and followed behind him.
This kind of positioning is also carefully considered... If the pirates suddenly turn against each other and raise their guns to shoot, the formation's area of fire will be slightly smaller, and the people in the back row will still have a chance to escape.
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Clams." Max walked up to him first and said hello, "I'm your fan."
"Kid...I..." Clams looked at Max with a complicated expression, "...Thank you very much for your support, but..."
"Haha... You don't have to say it, I can understand." Max replied with a smile, "Being worshiped by a terrorist-like figure must be a very subtle mood for the person involved. At this time, you can just not comment...
…I wouldn’t mind.”
"Yeah, that's how Arsenal dealt with me." At this second, Bin Laden happened to pass by the two of them. After hearing their conversation, Uncle Deng interjected as if nothing happened...
After hearing this, Clams and Max both stood still for a few seconds. Looking at the back of Bin Laden, who was hiding his fame and achievements, an unknown sense of power arose...
"Uh-huh... Anyway..." A few seconds later, Max spoke again, "Mr. Clams... Mr. Carbon should have already told you about the content of the transaction. There is no need for me to emphasize the details of boarding the ship.
Alright."
"Don't worry." Clams replied. "We don't have any communication devices with us, except...this." He said and took out a tablet from the bag beside him (the large backpack has been replaced by a satchel)
Computer (at least it looks similar), "Stephen asked me to hand this into your hands, and he will contact you through this."
"Oh..." Max responded and took the tablet. "Eh? Why is this tablet so weird? It doesn't even have a trademark, and there are not all sockets around it..."
"This is not a tablet." This time, it was Cap's turn to interrupt as he passed by them. He glanced at Max and said calmly, "This is just a... uh... I don't know what to call it.
Anyway... I removed an LCD screen from the toilet in your base, and after slightly modifying it, it can be used as a tablet."
"Haha...hehe..." The corner of Max's mouth twitched twice, "When we were renovating... we really shouldn't have installed this thing behind the baffle of the toilet cubicle..."
"Little brother, one day you will understand that there is no future in watching cartoons while shitting." Bubo, who was passing by shortly after, stuffed a joint of marijuana into Max's jacket pocket and said, "Put it away.
,You're welcome."
Seeing these weird and wonderful things floating by gorgeously, Max could only mutter in his heart: "Who the hell are they helping..."
嗗嗗——嗗嗗——
Suddenly, a few electromagnetic wave noises sounded.
Clams turned around and saw that it was the sound of pirates on the cruise ship using a portable T-scanner (a device used for body searches that can confirm whether the target is carrying electronic equipment without touching the target).
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"It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just just in case." Max saw Clams' reaction and immediately explained.
"Ah... I know." Clams immediately lowered his head and looked at Max, "I also know... From the time the deal was negotiated to before James was killed, you have already done something similar to the entire Dolphin cruise ship.
Inspection was carried out and all communication equipment on board was cleaned."
"Haha...the surveillance cameras on the cruise ship have really been controlled by you..." Max laughed.
"Yes." Clams said bluntly.
"You answered quite simply..." Max read.
"Stephen said, you must have guessed this. So there is no need to hide it." Clams replied.
"What an unpleasant guy." Max thought in his mind.
Clams continued: "I have to thank you...for not letting your men dismantle those cameras during the inspection."
"You're welcome." Max raised his eyebrows, "I also hope the transaction can go smoothly."
Both of them understood that the cameras on the ship must be kept. Only in this way, Stephen Carbon, who was at the base, could be sure that there were neither pirates lurking on the ship nor bombs hidden on the ship.
Originally... In a transaction based on "mutual threats" like this, there is no trust at all. In order to prevent the other party from regretting it later, this must be done.
"Then...without further ado, I'm boarding the ship too." Seeing that everyone else had passed the inspection one after another, Clams was ready to follow.
"Have a nice trip, Mr. Clams." Max said goodbye with a smile.
Clams couldn't laugh, he just nodded and left silently.
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An hour later, the deck of the Parrot.
"How long do we have to wait? Damn it!" Graybeard sat in front of a round table, holding a knife in his left hand and nothing in his right hand (it was originally a hook). He knocked on the table and yelled, "
I want to have lunch on the deck, how hard is that?"
"Calm down, Dad." Max, who was sitting next to his father and also waiting for his meal, added, "Earlier we were searching ships, searching people, executing people, and seeing off guests... manpower
It was quite tight, so I asked everyone in the kitchen to come out to help. The Dolphin weighed anchor half an hour ago, and they returned to the kitchen to work."
"Hmph...a bunch of useless things." Graybeard was persuaded by his son, and his attitude softened slightly, but he immediately started rambling, "When I was doing odd jobs on the ship, I could make it in just five minutes.
A delicious meal.”
"Sashimi?" Max answered with a smile.
"Uh..." The cute thing about Greybeard is that he is often speechless after being choked...
Zhizhi - rustle -
Just at this moment, a burst of signal interference sounded.
Max's expression tightened and he eagerly picked up the "toilet tablet" on the table.
As expected...three seconds later, the figure of Stephen Tan (Feng Bujue) appeared on the screen.
He was still sitting in that base, looking at the camera with a leisurely expression.
"Hi, kid, are you impatient?" Feng Bujue said with a smile, "Haha... Actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out to mine just now, I happened to encounter a nasty parrot. It actually dared to
He attacked me with bird droppings, so I grabbed a piece of ore that I had just dug and gave him a hardened one." He shrugged, "Anyway...it delayed a little bit."
"You...actually left the base just now..." Max had a look of disbelief on his face, "Who are you lying to?" He sneered, "Don't say it's you, even if you are an idiot, you can't be the key before the cruise ship sets sail.
Leave the surveillance at all times and do other things... You are not afraid that when you desert, we will kill all the people in the boat and rush to the island..."
"Of course I'm not afraid." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party expressionlessly, "There are two reasons for not being afraid." He then explained, "First, the right to monitor islands and cruise ships, and the rights between you and me.
The active contact rights between... are all in my hands. From your side... there is no way to know whether I am sitting in front of the monitoring screen. So whether I sit here or not sit here... it can still be a deterrent to you.
." He tilted his head, "Haha... Max, it is easier to plot against a smart person like you than to plot against a foolish person like your father... because all your actions were within my expectations."
"Tch..." Max's face showed a ferocious look, "You self-righteous person... you'd better pray that I will let you die..."
"Second!" Feng Bujue ignored the other party's words, stood up directly, and walked towards the camera, "Haha...hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed strangely, and his smile was so oozing, "Let me tell you face to face.
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At this point, the image suddenly stopped.
"What..." Max's mouth just had time to utter a syllable when something incredible happened.
"Second..." Brother Jue's voice actually appeared within two meters, "I stress again, I don't care about the life or death of those people at all."
At this moment, fear was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping the hearts of Max and Graybeard, and the blood in their bodies seemed to turn cold.
But they saw Brother Jue, who was dressed as a pirate (and what was more inconsistent was that he was also carrying a backpack), standing at the edge of the round table, holding a round tray in his hand.
"You...what on earth..." Graybeard and Max both seemed to have seen a ghost, their lips trembling as they began to speak, but they couldn't finish the whole sentence.
"Your lunch is here, Captain." Feng Bujue looked at Gray Beard and his son with a smile, and opened the lid of the tray, "Today's main dish is... Mark II grenade!"
Before he finished speaking, he reached out with both hands, quickly picked up the two grenades on the plate, and stretched them to his mouth.
"No! No--" Max roared, trying to rush forward to stop him.
Unfortunately... it's too late.
The next second, Brother Jue bit the two pull tabs at the same time, grinned and said: "Hehe...surprise!"
