Noon, exactly twelve o'clock.
The weather is calm and the sun is shining.
At this time, the headless corpse that was not yet deaf has become the food in the belly of the shark; and his head was taken back to the submarine by the gray beard... It is estimated that it is going to be kept as a souvenir (or decoration).
On the beach, a large pool of blood was emitting a fishy smell under the sunlight, making the nearby pirates 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 small pirate leader with sharp eyes was the first to see the figure in the jungle. He immediately shouted, reminding his companions to get ready.
"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."
While he was speaking, Clam Erles took the lead and walked out of the woods by the beach, and the others lined up in a straight line and followed behind him.
This kind of positioning is also well thought out... If the pirates suddenly turn their faces and raise their guns to shoot, the shooting area of the formation 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 first and greeted the other party, "I'm your fan."
"My child... I..." Clams looked at Max with a complicated expression, "... thank you for your support, but..."
"Hehe... You don't need to say it, I can understand." Max smiled and replied, "Being admired by a terrorist-like figure, the mood of the person involved must be very delicate. At this time, you just don't comment... I Wouldn't mind."
"Yeah, that's how Arsenal dealt with me." At this second, Osama bin Laden happened to pass by the two of them, and after hearing their conversation, Uncle Deng interjected as if nothing had happened...
Clams and Max stood dumbfounded for a few seconds after hearing the words. Looking at the back of Osama bin Laden, who hides his achievements and fame, an unknown sense of strength arises spontaneously...
"Uh huh... In short..." A few seconds later, Max said again, "Mr. Clams... the content of the transaction. Mr. Carbon should have already told you about the details of boarding, so I don't need to emphasize it. "
"Don't worry." Clam Erles replied, "We don't have communication devices on us, except... this." As he spoke, he took out a tablet computer from the bag beside him (the big backpack has been replaced with a satchel) (At least it looks like it), "Steven asked me to hand this into your hand, he'll get in touch with you through this."
"Oh..." Max responded and took the tablet, "Eh? Why is this tablet so weird? It doesn't even have a logo. The sockets around it are not complete..."
"It's not a tablet." This time, it was the turn of Cap passing by them to interject. He glanced at Max and said calmly, "It's just a... uh... I don't know what to call it. Anyway... I took an LCD screen out of the bathroom in your base. After a little modification, it can be used as a tablet."
"Heh... hehe..." The corners of Max's mouth twitched twice, "When it was renovated...it really shouldn't be installed behind the baffle of the toilet cubicle..."
"Little brother, one day you will understand that watching cartoons while shitting has no future." Bubo, who was passing by, stuffed a marijuana into Max's jacket pocket, "Put it away .you are welcome."
Seeing these strange flowers float by gorgeously, Max could only mutter in his heart: "Who the hell are you helping..."
嗞嗞—嗞嗞—
Suddenly, the noise of a few electromagnetic waves sounded.
Clam Erles turned his head and found that it was the sound of the pirates on the cruise ship using a portable T-scanner (a device for body search, which can confirm whether the other party is carrying an electronic device without touching the target) .
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just in case." Max saw the reaction of Clams. Immediately explained a sentence.
"Ah... I know." Clams immediately lowered his head, looked at Max and said, "I also know... From the time the deal was concluded to before James was killed, you have already done similar inspections on the entire Dolphin cruise ship , and cleared all communication equipment on board."
"Hehe... Those surveillance cameras on the cruise ship. Sure enough, they are already controlled by you..." Max laughed.
"Yes." Clam Erles said bluntly.
"You answered quite simply..." Max read.
"Stephen said, you must have speculated about this, so there is no need to hide it." Clam Erles replied.
"Cut... unpleasant guy." Max thought in his heart.
Clam Erles continued: "I have to thank you... for not asking your subordinates to remove those cameras during the inspection."
"You're welcome." Max raised his eyebrows, "I also hope the transaction goes smoothly."
They both understood that the cameras on the ship had to be kept on. Only in this way can Stephen Carbon at the base be sure—there are no pirates lurking on board, and there are no hidden bombs or the like.
Originally... In such a transaction based on "mutual threats", there is no trust at all. In order to prevent the other party from going back on their word, this must be done.
"Then... without further ado, I'm boarding the ship too." Seeing that the others had passed the inspection one after another, Clams also prepared to follow.
"Bon voyage, Mr. Clams." Max said goodbye to the other party with a smile.
Clam Erles couldn't laugh, he just nodded and left silently.
...
An hour later, the deck of the Parrot.
"How long do we have to wait? Damn it!" Greybeard sat in front of a round table, holding a knife in his left hand, and nothing in his right hand (it was a hook), and shouted while knocking on the table, "I How hard is it to get lunch on deck?"
"Calm down, Dad." Max, who was sitting next to his father, was also waiting for a meal, said, "Before, we searched for boats, searched for people, executed sentences, and saw off guests... the comparison of manpower It was 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."
"Huh... a bunch of useless things." Graybeard softened his attitude a little after being persuaded by his son, but he immediately started rambling, "When I was doing odd jobs on the boat, it only took five minutes to make a Great meal."
"Sashimi?" Max answered with a smile.
"Uh..." The cuteness of Gray Beard is that after being choked, he is often speechless...
Squeak - 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 Carbon (Feng Bujue) appeared on the screen.
He was still sitting in that base, looking at the camera with a leisurely expression.
"Hi, brat, are you in a hurry?" Feng Bujue smiled, "Haha... Actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out to mine just now, I happened to meet an annoying parrot, which dared to use Bird poo hit me, so I grabbed a piece of ore I had just dug up and gave him hardened." He shrugged, "Anyway... a little bit of a delay."
"You... actually left the base just now..." Max had a disbelieving expression on his face, "Who are you lying to?" He sneered, "Don't say it's you, even if you're an idiot, it's impossible to leave at the critical moment before the cruise ship sets sail. Monitor, 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 why I'm not afraid." He then explained, "First, the right to monitor the island and the cruise ship, and the relationship between you and me. The initiative to communicate with each other... is 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... can be a deterrent to you." He He tilted his head, "Hehe... Max, it's easier to count a smart person like you than a fool like your father... because your actions are all within my expectations."
"Cut..." Max showed a hideous look on his face, "You self-righteous person... you 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, "Hehe...hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed strangely, and the smile was extremely piercing, "Let me tell you in person."
At this point, the image is abruptly interrupted.
"What..." Just as Max had time to utter a syllable, an unimaginable thing happened.
"Second..." Brother Jue's voice came within two meters, "I repeat, 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.
However, Brother Jue, who was dressed as a pirate (he was also carrying a backpack, which is more unsuitable), was already standing on the edge of the round table, holding a round tray in his hand.
"You... you..." Greybeard and Max seemed to have seen a ghost, their lips trembling and jumping out, but they couldn't say the whole thing.
"Your lunch is here, Captain." Feng Bujue looked at the greybeard father and son with a smile on his face, and opened the lid of the tray, "Today's main course is... Mark II grenade!"
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out 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 it.
Unfortunately... it was too late.
In the next second, Brother Jue bit the two pull rings at the same time, grinned grinningly and said: "Hee hee... _365-->