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Chapter 676

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Max naturally didn't let Brother Jue wait for an hour. Under his command, the six pirates arrived at the stream where the incident happened within twenty minutes.

The six of them were very organized. After they found the body, they first cautiously searched the nearby forest, then sent two people to check it out, while the other four continued to hide in the dark to observe. After five minutes, there were no abnormalities, so the remaining four people appeared together and came to the light.

And all of this … fell into the eyes of Brother Jue and Laden.

"See … that's why I chose to hide at a higher point farther away." Feng Bujue stared at the shadows of the pirates in the distance and said, "If we were to ambush them there, I'm afraid they would have found us by now …"

"Yeah … and if we shoot as soon as we see someone appear, we'll expose our position … even if the ambush is successful, we'll be surrounded by the remaining four people." Laden frowned.

"Hehe … isn't it interesting?" Feng Bujue, on the other hand, had an excited expression on his face. "There is nothing special about this group of pirates, but … among them, there is a very clever person … who is acting as their advisor." He slightly glanced sideways and signaled to Laden with his eyes, "From the frequency of the pirates using the walkie-talkie, it can be seen … that the advisor is directing the actions of the six people in real time, and he's meticulous to every step …"

Unknowingly, Feng Bujue's nature was revealed again. Being able to play games with smart people always made him feel endlessly happy.

"This isn't a good thing, why do you look so excited …" Seeing Brother Jue's expression, even Laden couldn't help but complain.

Just as they were talking, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind them, "Hey! Stephen, Osama. "

Brother Jue and Laden were shocked when they heard the voice, because their hiding place was very well hidden, the two of them didn't expect … that someone could quietly sneak up behind them.

Kacha kacha — —

In the next second, the two AK muzzles turned around like lightning.

"Don't worry, it's me." Faced with the muzzle of the gun, Clam Wells remained calm and said in a calm tone, "Put down your guns. Be careful not to misfire."

"Phew … So it's you, Bell." Heaving a sigh of relief, he took the opportunity to move the muzzle away and continued, "No wonder you could secretly approach me without me noticing …"

"Hmm … I say … how did you find us?" Feng Bujue immediately asked a question that he couldn't figure out. "With the current situation on the island, you shouldn't be able to discover us."

He was right. The addition of the pirates had complicated the situation. They would leave many footprints and other traces along the way. In addition, the monitoring terminal on the ship had been damaged. Even Clam Wells would find it difficult to track a specific target in such a chaotic situation.

"Haha … your analysis is correct." Clam Wells smiled. "Indeed, with the current situation, it's very difficult to accurately track … So, I didn't find you by following the traces, but by using this …" As he spoke, he picked up a device in his hand and waved it in front of Brother Jue's eyes.

Although this thing was an electronic device that only existed in the twenty-fifth century, its basic functions were clear at a glance, so Feng Bujue quickly recognized it. "GPS tracking location …" As soon as he said this sentence, a series of inferences flashed through his mind, and his gaze instinctively swept to the scabbard at his waist. "Oh, the sword you gave me, so it can be used like this?" In just a second, Brother Jue speculated where the tracking device was hidden.

"That's right." At this point, Clam Wells had nothing to hide. "This is James' idea. I hope you can understand … Because your previous behavior was a bit …"

"It made him feel … a bit out of control, right?" Feng Bujue was naturally not angry. He could completely understand why Clam Wells was not deaf. In fact, he quite admired Clam Wells' way of doing things. "Haha … It's okay. If it were me, I would do the same. And … "He tilted his head and glanced at the device in Clam Wells' hand." … If it weren't for this thing, we wouldn't have been able to meet up so smoothly. Objectively speaking … it has indeed come in handy. "

"Well, it's good that you understand." Clam Wells responded, and then he looked at Laden. "Anyway … the two of you, come with me first. I have an important discovery … I'll tell you the details on the way. "After that, he lowered his body, turned around, and walked forward.

Brother Jue and Laden exchanged a few glances, and then they followed without saying a word.

Both of them were very capable people, and generally, they would not blindly follow others, but in the current situation, they were very happy to accept Clam Wells as the leader. The reason was simple — do you want to defeat a group of fully armed pirates in the wilderness? Please follow Bear Grylls.



9: 20 in the morning, Dolphin Cruise Ship, captain's room.

"Something's not right …" Max paced back and forth in front of the console. His fair face was frowning, and he was muttering to himself. "No matter how I think about it, something's not right …"

Gray Beard, who was standing next to him, also had a nervous look. The more he looked, the more anxious he became. "Son … what's wrong? What's wrong? "

"There are many things that are not right …" Max replied. "For example … from the beginning of the sweep until now, we haven't even taken down a single crew member, and four of our people have died …" He turned around. "Also, when Stephen Carbon left the gunfight site, he even cleaned up his and his companions' footprints … This cautious way of handling things is obviously the opposite of his previous provocative behavior …"

"Maybe … there's a very cautious person among his companions?" Gray Beard asked tentatively.

"That's possible … but …" Max said again. "How do you explain their ridiculously strong combat ability?" He walked to stand before his father. "Both Tyke and Retnin were shot in the head by an AK. From the angle of entry of the bullet and the state of the bodies, the six pirates who went to search for Brother Jue had video communication devices with them, so Max was able to see the crime scene directly." Both of them were killed by the same gun from the same direction. " He paused for a moment. "I don't think a writer can do such a marksmanship … He's a writer, so it's good enough that he can use a pistol. I don't think he's even touched an assault rifle before, let alone marksmanship …"

"Hahaha … what's so incomprehensible about this?" Not Deaf, who was sitting next to him, interrupted with a smile. "This shows that … among his companions, there's a very skilled marksmanship person and a very cautious person. Haha … this is just the beginning. There are more surprises waiting for you … "He shook his head slightly and looked at Gray Beard proudly." I've said it before … we'll see who's going to clean up who … "

"You bastard …" Gray Beard was too lazy to go over and stomp him, because from his face that was not deaf yet, it was likely that his feet had already lost feeling due to the pain. "… You are really arrogant …" He glared at him with his only eye. "At this point, I have to express my admiration for you … Even after so many years, you still act like a genuine pirate."

"Haha … you're too humble, Bad Luck. I remember, when I chopped off your hands and feet, you didn't show any signs of weakness … I still remember every curse and curse that came out of your mouth … "Not Deaf raised his pale face, which was covered with cold sweat and a bitter smile." 'Chop it off, I can still crush you with my left hand.' 'You can take this leg home and use it as Thanksgiving dinner, you bastard …' "He was not lying. He really repeated Gray Beard's curses from back then." Haha … Bad Luck, real 'villains' like you and me will not give in until we die. This is also the only dignity left for people like us. "

"Ha! Don't joke around, James. " Gray Beard sneered. "You don't have the right to say this to me in this tone …" He leaned over and glared at Not Deaf. "Remember! You've already abandoned this dignity! " He shouted angrily. "The 'Caribbean Mad Shark' is history. Now, you're just a despicable, lowly, cowardly escapee!" He waved the hook at the front of his right arm and said fiercely, "You don't have the right to choose how you die, and you don't have the right to receive any respect … No matter what the outside world thinks, in the world of pirates, you'll always be spurned …"

"Uh … Pops, I don't want to disturb you from catching up, but …" Max interrupted. "I think … we have more practical problems to solve now …" He came to Not Deaf's side. "Mr. Not Deaf, we're all smart people. I'll be frank … I hope you can provide me with the list of people on the island immediately."

"Humph … you think I'll answer if you ask? Hahaha … "Not Deaf sneered." This is not a primary school class, child. "

"Forgive me for not going to a full-time school. I don't understand your joke, Mr. Not Deaf," Max said coldly. Max's voice suddenly turned cold. "But I believe that you will eventually tell me what I want to know. Just like the CIA's training course, 'every body talk' …" He bowed slightly and stared into Max's eyes. "Of course, I can basically guess that … you are already mentally prepared for the interrogation and torture. But … I don't think the crew and staff can accept the fate of being thrown into the sea to feed the sharks, "he said slowly." Listen, Mr. Not Deaf. From now on, every five minutes, someone will be dragged out from the surveillance cabin and beaten to death, until … you give me the list … "

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