Leo put a bandage on his injured arm, drove to the pier in the northwest of the South Island, jumped on a small yacht for club members, and returned to the clubhouse in the North Island after a while.
He did not return to the villa, but went straight to the castle deep in the clubhouse with a frosty face. At the entrance, he was stopped by bodyguards, and he didn't talk nonsense with these guys, and asked to see the Duke of Yavre by name.
The chairman's secretary Oliver hurried over when he heard the news. He was shocked when he saw blood stains on his half of his body and quickly asked why.
It's a pity that the arms leader with a strong family background didn't even plan to talk to him in detail. He still looked above the top and insisted on seeing the little duke. Oliver had no choice but to call for instructions, and then led him up personally.
Jr. Yavre was still in the reception room to meet him. The difference from the last time is that he was wearing a white silk nightgown with lace, and he looked lazy, as if he hadn't woken up from the afternoon nap, even though it was almost evening. Suddenly seeing the blood-stained Leo, he raised his slender eyebrows in amazement and disgust, "...what is going on, my dear Garcia, how do you make yourself look like this?"
Leo looked at him with a cold and angrily expression, "Duke, if I remember correctly, your secretary has promised us that all the activities arranged by the club are safe-I think every member The 500,000 event funds paid in due time are not just for fun, right?"
Oliver interrupted and said: "Of course, we have always put the personal safety of our members in the first place..."
"Shut up." Leo interrupted him unceremoniously. "Would you like me to take you to see the bodyguard's body? He had a four to five bullet in his head! If it weren't for me to run fast, It’s not just the arm that was shot!"
"It's impossible!" Oliver screamed out of control, and involuntarily glanced at the young Yaffer with hints of panic and fear, and anxiously explained: "The bodyguards are well-trained. They will guide the guests how to hunt properly. It will also remind the guests whether to avoid the hunting range of others. We have never accidentally injured them!"
Leo sneered and smeared the blood in his hand on his face and neck. The latter was forced to back again and again, "So, this blood is your hallucination? These, and these, are all, eh? Um?"
Oliver dodged from left to right, almost crying in embarrassment.
The duke’s son couldn’t stand the look of the two of them, so he had to relieve himself and said: "Garcia, my friend, your wound is bleeding all the time, and you have to heal it quickly... Oliver! What are you doing here? Hurry up and call the medical team, you useless idiot!"
Oliver crawled out under his scolding. There are two remaining two, Yavre and Leo. The former has the heart to relax the atmosphere and show his kind and elegant care, but he really feels that the other party is bloody, between "walking over to comfort" and "standing in place to comfort" Hesitated; while the latter was still angry, he sat down on the expensive handmade sofa, letting blood stains everywhere.
In the end, the young Yavre still condescended and moved forward two steps, sitting on the soft chair opposite him, and said in an unprecedented and almost flattering tone: "Let us figure out what is going on... Do you mean that other members or bodyguards fired at you?"
"From the dressing point of view, they should be members and bodyguards, but their appearance is very strange." Leo said with a sullen face. "The members participating in this event, except for Edman, who stayed behind closed doors, all I have seen are Ten people, are there other members participating?"
"No," Little Yaffer immediately denied, "We only limited the number of people for this event. The other members did not come to Luna Island."
"That's weird. It wasn't a hunter with a gun that attacked me, is it a human or beast with a gun?" Leo sneered.
Young Yaffer was annoyed by his arrogant attitude, and suddenly thought of something, his face changed. "Human beast..." He frowned his carefully drawn thick eyebrows, "I asked Oliver to check it and send me the photos of all the beasts this time. You can see if the attacker is among them."
While talking, Oliver knocked on the door with the medical team. The doctor cleaned and disinfected Leo's arms. After careful diagnosis, they informed them that the bullet had only scratched the skin and flesh, causing a wound of about ten centimeters. After two layers of anesthetics were sutured inside and outside, the bandage was put on again, and there was nothing serious about it.
The medical team treated the injured and left after prescribing some anti-inflammatory drugs. Oliver was sent to get information about humans and animals, and the reception room was quiet again. Because it was cleaned up from top to bottom, the young Yavre didn’t mind sitting on the sofa next to the injured, chatting with him one after another, while looking at the other’s naked upper body with interest, his eyes looked Can't hang around on a strong chest and well-defined abdominal muscles.
Leo had the illusion of being licked back and forth with his slimy, wet tongue, and got goose bumps in disgust. He closed his eyes unbearably and leaned back on the back of the chair, pretending to be bleeding too much.
"You look a little tired and need to rest," Little Yaffer leaned close to him and said softly, fingers touching his chest and abdomen, long and pointed nails scratching around his nipples, "you can Go to the room inside, the bed is big and comfortable..."
… Damn, how long will I have to endure for this damn task! Leo tried his best to suppress the urge to jump up and beat the opponent violently.
It's a pity that a little bit of skin injury can't stop the determination of young Yavre to drag this new "friend" to bed. At this time, he became sexually interested, and the nipples in the nightgown with his chest half open had contracted and stood upright, rubbing hungrily on the front of his shirt, while rubbing his bare knees under the opponent's crotch. "... My warrior, my tyrant," he pressed against Leo in the thirst for the coming lewd trick, twisting his waist and groaning tremblingly, "you are going to tie me into a humiliating shape , Force me to lick your toes... come and flog me, pierce me, devour me... come on, hurry!"
Leo felt nauseated and almost vomited.
Just as he couldn't bear it and was about to overthrow this disgusting guy, the phone rang loudly on the desktop.
The loud and continuous ringing greatly destroyed the good mood of the Duke’s son. He jumped up furiously, picked up the microphone and yelled, "Oliver, you are dead! If you don’t give me an island in three seconds The more important reason for sinking is just waiting to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!"
I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone. Young Yaffer’s expression suddenly changed and he cried out: "This is impossible! Four missing? What do you mean by losing contact! No, I don’t want to hear any explanation! I want You mobilize your hands and find them right away. There are a lot of them!" He held the microphone in one hand, and tugged at his shoulder-length hair irritably with the other. His voice was sharp and neurotic, similar to a kind of night owl's screaming, "Listen. Now, you know what the identities of these club members are, if there are three long and two short-I will make you and all of you regret being born in this world!" He threw off the microphone with a bang.
"Damn, why does this happen... These idiots! Idiots! Useless beasts!" Young Yaffer yelled furiously, smashed everything on the desk except the phone onto the carpet, and then began to sweep the others. Collections. He threw something to vent, and cried like an adolescent boy: "I'm going to be harmed by them..."
There was a kind of heartfelt sadness and grievance in his cry, as if he had really become an innocent victim, which made Leo feel a bit ironic and funny.
But this was a good opportunity. Leo got up and walked over, enduring the strong smell of perfume, and reached out to hold the tear-stained man's shoulder (he knew it would be better to hug at this time, but he couldn't do it), and comforted. : "Relax, Lista, maybe things haven't gotten so bad... I suggest that we withdraw the remaining members as soon as possible, gather all the humans and beasts back to the camp, and wait until we find out what's going on."
The young Yavre quickly stopped choking, tucked his cheeks and corners of his eyes with a handkerchief (and carefully avoided the black eyeliner). The rage and crying just now came as anxious and fast as a thundershower in a summer afternoon. He Soon he restored the style of the noble son Pian Pian.
"I want to seal the island." He said stiffly, "Except for some personal bodyguards, we will gather all the people to search the South Island, and we must find the missing members, even the corpses."
There was a knock on the door, and a bodyguard walked in with a pile of documents. Young Yavre motioned to him to spread the photo on the table, and said to Leo: "These are the humans and beasts who participated in this event. There are forty-five people in total. The crossed ones are confirmed dead. Look, the attack. Are your people here?"
In the densely packed photos, Leo saw the finished one at a glance—he was dyed with yellow blond hair, dressed in a fancy shirt, and his face was frivolous, and he looked like a warrior standing on the street—the more he was, the more he appeared. A sense of contradiction between the outside and the inside, like a sharp sword deeply inserted in a rock, made him want to break the various disguise of the outer shell and peel out the real body inside.
His fingertips slid across the photos, lingering on the one that robbed him of his eyes.
"Is this a yellow man?" Little Yaffer asked.
Leo nodded, his fingers continued to move, and finally stayed on the face of a white man with golden brown hair and dark green eyes: "And him, the two are accomplices."
Young Yavre picked up the two photos and threw them on the bodyguard, "wash a few more, send them, and let everyone recognize them. Find them and bring the corpses back to me!"
"Body?" Leo snorted coldly. "How can such a cheap thing happen! They must stand in front of me alive." He stroked the bandage on the wound on his left arm, his eyes flashing with a cold and poisonous light, "I Let them taste the price of this bullet!"
Little Yafur looked at his expression obsessively, the cold, cruel and outrageous temperament of a strong man always made him never tire of it. He felt that this arms boss was more in line with his heart than any bedmate before—most importantly, he hadn't gotten him yet, so it seemed extremely valuable.
"Just do as you said, dear," said the duke's son pretentiously, "it's getting dark, how about staying for dinner with me?"
"The fifth one." Shanier pushed the hunter's corpse down the crack in the rock bed covered by the blades of grass, and patted the dust on his hands.
There was a bark of dogs in the distance, and the whistling sound of helicopter propellers spinning in the air.
He said to Shanier, "I'm leaving."
"I'm getting addicted." The latter replied regretfully, "But there is no way. It seems that they are going to rake the entire island upright. It is estimated that even if we hide in a hole in the ground, we will be screened out-you said you There is a way, it’s time to show it out."
He nodded and said: "Come with me."
They carefully avoided the search team, trudged along the reef, and finally came to the northernmost part of the island. Standing on the cliff, it is clear that it is a small headland with a sharp point, with yellow-white sandy beaches and clumps of coral reefs extending to the sea. Their eyes crossed a turbulent ocean and landed on another island about 1.5 miles away.
Perhaps a long time ago, the island was connected to the one at their feet, and the movement of the earth's crust split a narrow strait between them. Due to the different shades, the two sides formed light blue and the middle blue, colored stripes. Beautiful colors.
"... Wouldn't you, want to swim from here?" Shanier pointed to his feet with a sullen expression, and there were rows of fins erected in the sea—this strait is simply a paradise for sharks. They are in the coral reefs and shallows. Cruising in groups for food.
"We have to swim from here and go to that island," he said.
Shanier absolutely objected: "No! No no! That's a shark! Tiger shark, bullhead shark, great white shark, no matter which one is a killer in the sea, a few mouthfuls can kill me! I'm the only one! Not going crazy with you!"
As he climbed down the cliff, he said: "You can come or not. Remind you that it is the best time to cross the strait while the tide hasn't turned right now. If you regret it later and follow up again, be prepared. Fight against the rapidly rising torrent."
The muscles on Shanier's face were almost twisted. He poked his head from behind the rock where he was hiding, and looked at the faintly shadowed wilderness. Helicopters and dogs barking and shouting kept approaching; and he glanced at the clear-cut maritime overlords with a timid look. He suddenly felt that he was always in front of him. Damn it is full of choices that make you better off than life.
Seeing that he had slipped down the rock wall, and was picking a suitable driftwood among the reefs of the beach, Shanier bit his back teeth and decided to believe him again, crawling down with his hands and feet, and taking it as he did. A slap-wide driftwood.
"Let's go, follow me." He walked towards the edge of the beach, the sea was rippling with extremely shallow blue, and the floating light and glimpse cast on his calf.
Shanier followed closely behind. After walking a few steps, he pointed to the sea less than ten meters away, crying and said, "Shark..."
He sighed helplessly, "Don't turn around and run away, it will make it feel that you are a delicate meal. Stand still, wait for it to swim over, and then leave as soon as possible." He took a small plastic bottle from his pocket and threw it away. Give it to him, filled with turbid liquid: "Take it, if it gets too close, just sprinkle this on your body."
"What is it?"
"The rhizome of a vine plant." He replied, "The ones I collected on the beach this morning are the ones you mistakenly thought to be wild sweet potatoes. That's hairy vines. The rhizomes contain a toxin called rotenone. Yes. Fish and insects have strong contact and stomach poisoning effects, which can make them paralyzed and die slowly."
"—Then, it can poison the shark too?" Shanier asked hopefully.
"If you have a pool of medicine, and then throw the shark in, it's possible."
Shanier looked sadly at the small bottle in his hand.
"However, sharks have a very keen sense of smell. After smelling it, they may treat you as poisonous food and will not attack easily."
"'Maybe','easy'." Shanier grinned bitterly and squeezed the long driftwood in his hand, and muttered: "Oh my God, this is the craziest thing I've done in my life... Damn, I really want to Fuck you, finish!"
The other man walked quickly in the waist-deep water, then swam dexterously. "There is always risk in life, man," he said in a calm and implicitly excited tone, "try a few more times, and you will like the feeling of adrenaline soaring."
"I like that feeling-but I don't like sharks!" The latter complained as he swam, and was extremely vigilant about all the fins around.
An hour later, they boarded another island wearily, their limbs intact and exhausted.
The deep night has enveloped the entire ocean. The two quietly walked across the beach and hid in a damp sea cave, eating coconut while relaxing their muscles and spirits after their tension.
In order to reduce the burden, they abandoned all guns and weapons and only carried a dagger.
Shanier used the tip of a knife to pry open the hard shell of a large Pacific oyster and rolled the greasy and sweet part into his belly. He exclaimed, "If only some lemon was added-fresh Texas yellow lemon, cut into three pieces. Five drops of juice, the refreshing fruity sour taste can neutralize the sea smell of oysters... ”
He sucked the oyster juice between his fingers, and turned a deaf ear to the babble of the hedonist.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Shanier had no choice but to change his words: "What island is this? I think there are lights on it, and it is adjacent to Luna Island... Could it be the place where the company personnel and the hunters live?"
"It's not a company, it's a club, set up to satisfy the perverted hobbies of the rich and extravagant. Luna Island is actually two twin star islands. The one we were in before was the one in the southeast. On the North Island, the clubhouse of the Luna Club is built on this island."
"Clubhouse?" Shanier's eyes shone brightly. "In other words, there are food, weapons, and airplanes?"
He nodded his head and said: "The construction of this island should be much higher than that of the deserted island we stayed before, but it is also more guarded. Up to now, the club has found that five hunters have been killed. To ensure safety, they will definitely Recall other members and send them away by plane."
"We can find a chance to rob their plane!" Shanier said excitedly, he couldn't wait to leave this ghost place.
Killing slowly bit the oyster and said, "A feasible idea. However, before that, I want to kill all the members who participated in the hunting activities."
"Does anyone offer a reward? How much money can be exchanged for each head?" Shanier asked with interest.
He shook his head and said, "There is no reward, and it has to be done secretly. If it is discovered by these people's families, there will be endless troubles."
"—Then why are you asking for trouble?" Shanier stared at him incomprehensibly, "Isn't it the police's responsibility to clean up the scum? What does it have to do with you!"
He was silent and did not answer, his face was hidden in the shadow of the rock wall, his expression was not clear.
"Listen to me, man, I have always felt sorry for you. According to your skill, if you are a professional killer, it will be okay to be on the Forbes rankings. Why should you be a social police silly? The impulsiveness of the weak, they can’t control their own destiny, so they want to be saved—the weak like this, it’s better to die, it’s not worth your energy for them, just like Darwin said, “things” Natural selection, survival of the fittest.” Shanier persuaded earnestly, “You should know that we are different from them in essence: we will not let any kind of power control ourselves, we are rebellious from the bottom of our hearts. , Rebelling against order, no one can restrain us, we play our lives according to our own rules-we are strong, and we should be born on the upper level!"
He grabbed Qing's arm with excitement, and his dark green eyes flashed with a beast-like glow in the bonfire. "Come on together, Qing, you and I, take whatever we want from this world! Although! Now I have lost my wealth and power, but as long as I use my brain and methods, those things will roll in. I will soon get a large amount of start-up capital—"
"—You don't understand anything." The final touch interrupted his endless talk.
Shanier choked, squinting his eyes in embarrassment and annoyance, "...what did you say?"
"I said, you don't understand anything." The other man said calmly, turning his face away, and refused to talk to him again.
For a moment, Shanier felt a certain emotional tingling in his heart passing by-an emotion he was very familiar with-that was the malice that was motivated by anger.
How did you deal with this situation in the past? He thought back gloomily, when he found himself being despised, ridiculed, deceived, or betrayed... It was very simple. Turn the person who despised, ridiculed, deceived, and betrayed him into a corpse—the dead will no longer be Make him angry.
He simply started, and never regretted it afterwards, no matter who the other party was. Maybe some of them have had this or that kind of affection with him, but in any case it can’t compare to his love for himself. This kind of love fills every cell of his like an animal instinct. Once he feels threatened, he will Anything outside of itself emits toxins and spikes.
I don't want to do this to him... He looked at another man who was silent in the dark, and said in his heart, I have never used so much affection for people other than myself like this. I hope you can cherish this and don't let the situation develop. To that point, finish.