"Wealth, fame, and power. The 'Drug Lord King' Roger, who once had everything in the world, left behind a sentence before he died that made people all over the world rush to the sea like ducks. 'Do you want my treasure? If you want it, I'll give it to you. Go and find it! I left everything there! '… "
Early in the morning, on the deck of the submarine (the submarine had already floated up and docked), Captain Graybeard was giving an impassioned speech in front of the crew.
Perhaps it was because the content of his speech was a little nonsensical, or perhaps it was because he had already said it many times, but in short … the crew was either yawning or looking into the distance absent-mindedly. No one was seriously listening to the captain's lecture.
"Enough, Pops … There's no need to start from the day you went to sea when you were seventeen …" A young child's voice interrupted Graybeard's words and said weakly, "Get to the point …"
The little boy who spoke was Graybeard's son, Max Gray. He was the second-in-command (first mate) on this pirate ship (submarine).
"Uh …" Graybeard heard this and was slightly taken aback. Then, he awkwardly cleared his throat and limped to the little boy's side. He leaned down and whispered, "Son, what's the point?"
"The point is that the treasure on the island is yours. Whoever dares to touch it will be killed," Max whispered in his father's ear in a calm tone.
"Oh! Yes! "Graybeard responded and immediately straightened his body. He turned around and said to the crew," Me! The great Graybeard, Wieder Gray, as one of the 'Four Locusts' of the 'Drug Lord' era, the man who inherited Roger's will, will never allow anyone to touch my treasure! "
"Ah … What treasure … Isn't it just a few tons of stock …" Before the captain finished his sentence, a crew member standing on the leftmost side of the first row whispered.
This person was usually known for his cheap mouth. No matter what he heard or saw, he always liked to mutter a few words. Right now, he was just saying it out of habit, but he never expected …
"Who's talking!" Graybeard immediately shouted with his hoarse voice and glared fiercely in the direction of the voice.
In the next second, the crew members beside the speaker chose to betray their teammate and pointed at him in unison.
"Uh … I …" That guy was terrified. "… Ship … Captain … I …"
"What's your name?" Gray Beard raised his head and looked at him with a condescending and contemptuous gaze.
"I … I … I …" A person who was usually very eloquent was now stuttering. "… My name is Tom."
"Oh … Tom." Gray Beard muttered Tom's name as he turned his face away.
In the blink of an eye …
A second later, Graybeard took out a flintlock from his holster at lightning speed. It looked like a handgun from the early eighteenth century, but it was made from futuristic technology. Without turning his head, he fired a shot in Tom's direction.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The sound of the gun was very retro, as if it brought people back to the Caribbean during Queen Anne's time.
Following that, a "thud" sound was heard … A corpse fell onto the deck.
"Phew …" Gray Beard blew away the white smoke from the muzzle and raised his head forty-five degrees to look at the dim sky. "As I always said … Under my gun, there are no nameless ghosts."
"Uh … Captain, I'm still alive …" Tom's voice was heard again.
"Hmm?" Gray Beard was taken aback when he heard the sound. He immediately turned his head and looked back. Only then did he realize that his incomparably dashing "Blind Shot While Turning Your Head" … had missed. The bullet hit a crew member next to Tom, and it hit him right in the heart …
"By the way … The one you killed is called 'Jerry' …" Tom nervously pointed at the dead man on the ground with his finger.
"Hmm …" Gray Beard cleared his throat again and put the gun back into the holster. "See, Tom? Next time, if you talk too much, you'll end up like Jerry."
"Understood … Thank you, Captain, for not killing me …" Tom lowered his head and answered submissively. At this moment, his real thoughts were, "Fortunately, Captain is an idiot. Today, I'm still alive!"
"Don't misunderstand, I didn't miss. I originally wanted to kill Jerry …" A few seconds later, Gray Beard continued, "… In fact, I already knew that he was a spy sent by the police."
"Dad … You don't have to explain anymore. This matter ends here …" Max held his forehead with one hand and shook his head.
"Hmm … Okay." Gray Beard shrugged. "Someone, throw this spy into the sea." Then he turned his head again. "You, yes, you, Tom. You bring a few people and immediately go to the island to investigate. I want a definite report before lunch. Otherwise, I'll chop you up and feed you to the fish! "
"Yes! Roger! Captain, "Tom replied loudly with a stiff expression.
…
At the same time, north of Carnabis Island.
"Hey! Stephen, we meet again! "Clams appeared in front of Feng Bujue again.
Perhaps some people would ask, "Isn't the frequency of Clams and Brother Jue running into each other a little too often?" Actually, that wasn't the case …
According to the rules, every contestant could bring ten items to the competition (Feng Bujue was an exception, but the system had already fixed this, so the NPCs wouldn't find it strange). Every time they met Clams, they could only take one item. In other words … In order for the contestants to take all the items, they had to meet Clams ten times. If these ten interactions were divided equally, it would be once every seven hours.
Of course, in the actual competition, taking into account factors such as sleeping at night and early elimination, this time would be shortened. During the day, it was normal to meet once every five hours.
"Ah, hello." Feng Bujue replied with a lisp as he stuffed the insect carcass (a big lump) into his mouth.
"What are you eating, Stephen?" Clams looked at him with interest and asked.
"Protein," Feng Bujue replied calmly.
"Hehe … You're able to let go of your prejudices and eat these disgusting things as pure energy. That's very impressive." Clams said as he glanced at the camera again. "In the wilderness, if you can do this, you can live longer than others." He paused for a moment. "But … just 'daring to eat' is far from enough, Stephen." He gestured at the insect carcass in Brother Jue's hand with his eyes. "Some insects and small animals have toxins or parasites in their bodies … If you don't have the relevant knowledge, it's easy to eat poisonous things by mistake. That … will put yourself in danger. "
"Don't worry, these are all safe. I'm sure of it," Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly.
Although he didn't know if the insects in his hand (most of them were insects, and there were some strange unknown creatures) were poisonous or harmful, he was sure … they were all killed by [Bell's Daily Knife]. So … they could be eaten after cutting off their heads, and the protein content was six times that of beef …
"Okay, I hope you're right." Hearing the other party's answer, Clam Wells did not say anything more. He immediately changed the topic. "Okay … Stephen, I'm sure you've guessed it. I'm here because I have something to give you."
"Humph … I've been looking forward to it for a long time." Feng Bujue smiled.
"Ha! Don't celebrate too early. "Clams added," What I'm giving you is not only a prop, but also a challenge. "
(This is also one of the main rules of this program. Other than the one at the beginning of the game, in the subsequent games, every time the contestant meets Bell, they will receive a 'challenge'. All the challenges are optional, but if you do, you'll get a certain benefit. Other than that, the number of challenges completed by the contestant will also become the criterion for the final survivor.)
"Yes, I want a challenge," Feng Bujue replied. "Actually, Bell … I'm already thirsty for it." His expression changed slightly. "I have a suggestion …" He stuffed the insect in his hand into his mouth and swallowed. "Give me more challenges at once, like … five. How about that?"
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