Noon, twelve o 'clock sharp.
The sea was calm, and the sun was high up in the sky.
At this time, the headless corpse that was not deaf had become the shark's food. His head was taken back to the submarine by Graybeard. He was probably going to keep it as a souvenir (or maybe an ornament).
On the beach, a large pool of blood was emitting a fishy smell under the sun. The smell made the nearby pirates frown.
But they still had to hold their posts and wait 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 figures in the jungle. He immediately shouted, reminding his companions to be ready.
"Relax …" Max, who was standing at the back, said in a calm tone, "This is a deal, not a war. They just want to leave alive." He paused for a moment. "Look … They don't even have weapons."
Just as he spoke, Clams took the lead and walked out of the forest by the beach. The others lined up in a straight line and followed behind him.
This kind of positioning was also carefully thought out … If the pirates suddenly turned hostile and raised their guns to shoot, the area of the formation would be slightly smaller, and the people at the back would have a chance to escape.
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Clams." Max was the first to step forward and greet the other party. "I'm your fan."
"Child … 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. Max replied with a smile. "To be worshipped by a terrorist, the feelings of the person involved must be very complicated. At this time, you can just not comment … I won't mind. "
"Yes, that's how Arsenal dealt with me." At this second, Laden happened to pass by the two of them. After hearing their conversation, Uncle Deng interrupted as if nothing had happened …
Clams and Max were stunned for a few seconds after hearing this. They looked at Laden's back, which was full of hidden achievements and fame, and a feeling of incomprehension arose spontaneously …
"Hmm … Anyway …" After a few seconds, Max spoke again. "Mr. Clam Wells … Mr. Carbon should have already told you about the details of the deal. As for the details of boarding the ship, I don't think I need to emphasize them."
"Don't worry," Clam Wells replied. "We don't have any communication devices on us, except for... this." As he spoke, he took out a tablet (at least it looked like one) from his bag (the backpack had been replaced by a satchel). "Stephen asked me to hand this to you personally. He will contact you through this."
"Oh …" Max answered and took the tablet. "Eh? Why is this tablet so strange? It doesn't even have a logo, and the outlets around it aren't complete either … "
"This isn't a tablet." This time, it was Block's turn to interrupt them. He glanced at Max and continued 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. After some slight modifications, it can be used as a tablet. "
"Heh … Hehe …" The corner of Max's mouth twitched twice. "When we were renovating … we really shouldn't have installed this behind the toilet cubicle's partition …"
"Little brother, one day you'll understand that there's no future in watching cartoons while you're taking a dump." Bu Bo, who was following closely behind, casually stuffed a joint into Max's jacket pocket. "Keep it well, you're welcome."
Looking at these weirdos floating past one by one, Max could only mutter in his heart, "What kind of f * cking people are they helping …"
"Buzz — buzz —"
Suddenly, a few electromagnetic noises were heard.
Clams turned his head to look and found that it was the sound of the pirates beside the cruise ship using a portable T-type scanner (a device used for body searching. It could confirm whether the target was carrying any electronic devices without touching them).
"It's not that I don't trust you guys, but just in case," Max immediately explained when he saw Clams' reaction.
"Ah … I know." Clams immediately lowered his head and looked at Max. "I also know … from the time the deal was negotiated to the time before James was killed, you guys had already done a similar check on the entire Dolphin cruise ship and cleaned up all the communication devices on the ship."
"Hehe … the surveillance cameras on the cruise ship have indeed been controlled by you guys …" Max laughed.
"Yes," Clams said bluntly.
"Your answer is quite straightforward …" Max said.
"Stephen said that you must have already guessed this, so there's no need to hide it," Clams replied.
"Tsk … unpleasant guy," Max said in his heart.
Clams continued, "I have to thank you … for not letting your subordinates remove those cameras during the inspection process."
"You're welcome." Max raised his eyebrows. "I also hope that the deal can go smoothly."
Both of them understood that the cameras on the ship had to be kept. Only in this way, Stephen Carbon, who was in the base, could be sure that there were neither hidden pirates nor hidden bombs on the ship.
Originally … there was no such thing as trust in a deal based on "mutual threats." In order to prevent the other party from going back on their word, this was necessary.
"Then … there's no time to lose. I'll board the ship too." Clams saw that the others had passed the inspection one after another and was ready to follow.
"Have a safe trip, Mr. Clams." Max smiled and said goodbye to the other party.
Clam Wells couldn't bring himself to smile. He just nodded and left silently.
…
An hour later, on the deck of the Parrot.
"How long do we have to wait? Damn it! " Gray Beard sat in front of a round table, holding a knife in his left hand and nothing in his right hand (it was a hook in the first place). He knocked on the table and shouted, "I want to have lunch on the deck. How hard is that?"
"Calm down, Pops." Sitting next to his father, Max, who was also waiting for his meal, said, "Previously, we searched the ship, searched the people, executed the prisoners, and sent the guests off … We were a little short on manpower, so I asked the people in the kitchen to come out and help. Half an hour ago, the Dolphin lifted anchor, and they returned to the kitchen to work. "
"Hmph … a bunch of useless things." Gray Beard was persuaded by his son, and his attitude softened a little, but he immediately began to ramble. "When I was doing odd jobs on the ship, it only took me five minutes to make a delicious meal."
"Sashimi?" Max added with a smile.
"Uh …" Gray Beard's cute point was that after he was choked, he was often speechless …
Squeak squeak — rustle —
At this moment, there was a burst of signal interference.
Max's expression tensed up, 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 the base, looking at the camera with a leisurely expression.
"Hi, kid, you must have been waiting for a long time, right?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Haha … Actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out to mine, I happened to meet an annoying parrot. It actually dared to attack me with bird poop, so I grabbed a piece of ore that I had just dug out and hardened it." He shrugged. "Anyway … it took a little time."
"You … actually left the base just now …" Max's expression was one of disbelief. "Who are you kidding?" He sneered. "Not to mention you, even an idiot would not leave the surveillance at the critical moment before the cruise ship set sail to do other things … You're not afraid that when you're absent, we'll kill everyone on the ship and rush to the island …"
"Of course I'm not afraid." Feng Bujue interrupted him expressionlessly. "There are two reasons why I'm not afraid." He then explained, "First, the surveillance rights of the island and the cruise ship, as well as the active contact between you and me … are all in my hands. From your side … there's no way to know whether I'm sitting in front of the surveillance screen. So, whether I'm sitting here or not … it's all the same to you. " He tilted his head. "Haha … Max, it's easier to plot against a smart person like you than against a stupid person like your father … Because your actions are all within my expectations."
"Tsk …" Max's expression was ferocious. "You'd better pray that I'll let you die …"
"Second!" Feng Bujue ignored his words, stood up directly and walked towards the camera. "Haha … hahahaha …" He suddenly laughed strangely, and his laughter was extremely creepy. "Let me tell you in person."
At this point, the image was suddenly cut off.
"What …" Max's mouth had just uttered a syllable when something unbelievable happened.
"Second …" Brother Bujue's voice appeared within two meters. "I'll emphasize again, I don't care about the lives of those people."
At this moment, fear was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly clenching the hearts of Max and Gray Beard. Their blood seemed to have turned cold.
They saw Brother Jue, who was dressed like a pirate (strangely, he was carrying a backpack), standing at the side of the round table with a round tray in his hand.
"You … You …" Gray Beard and Max looked like they had seen a ghost. Their lips trembled as they stammered, but they couldn't form a complete sentence.
"Here's your lunch, Captain." Feng Bujue looked at Gray Beard and Gray Beard with a smile and opened the lid of the tray. "Today's main dish is … Mark II grenades!"
Before he finished speaking, he reached out with both hands and quickly picked up the two grenades on the plate and brought them to his mouth.
"No! No — "Max roared and wanted to rush forward to stop him.
Unfortunately … it was too late.
In the next second, Brother Jue bit the two rings at the same time and grinned. "Haha … surprise!"
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