It's noon, exactly twelve o'clock.

The wind is calm and the sun is scorching.

At this time, the headless corpse, which was not deaf, had become the food of the shark's belly; and his head was taken back to the submarine by the gray beard... It was probably prepared to be preserved as a souvenir (or perhaps a decoration).

On the beach, a large pool of blood was emitting a fishy smell under the sunlight, which made the nearby pirates frown.

But they still had to stick to their posts and wait for the arrival of the twenty-two people on the island.

"People, take note." Soon, a sharp-eyed pirate leader was the first to see the figure in the jungle. He immediately shouted, reminding his companions to be prepared.

"Relax..." Max, who was standing in the back row, answered 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."

As he spoke, Clamles took the lead in walking out of the woods beside the beach, while the others lined up and followed behind him.

Such a move has been carefully considered... If the pirates suddenly turn against each other and raise their guns to shoot, the shooting area of ​​the formation will be slightly smaller, and the people in the back row will have a chance to escape back.

"I'm honored to see you, Mr. Clamles." Max was the first to walk forward and greeted the other party, "I'm your fan."

"Child...I..." Clamles looked at Max with a complicated expression, "...I'm grateful for your support, but..."

"Haha... I can understand if you don't need to say it." Max replied with a smile. "Being admired by a terrorist character, the mood of the parties involved must be very subtle. At this time, you just need not comment... I won't mind."

"Yes, this is how Arsenal handled me." In this second, Laden happened to pass by them. After hearing their conversation, Uncle Deng interrupted as if nothing had happened...

After hearing this, Clamles and Max stood there for a few seconds. Looking at Laden's back, which was hidden in the depths of merit and fame, a sense of uncertainty arose...

"Hmm... in short..." A few seconds later, Max spoke again, "Mr. Clamles... The content of the transaction, Mr. Carbon should have already told you about the details about boarding the ship. I don't need to emphasize it anymore."

"Don't worry," replied Clamles. "We don't have a communication device on our body, except... this." He said, and took out a tablet from the bag (the big backpack has been replaced with a shoulder bag) (at least it looks very similar). "Stephen asked me to hand over this hand to you, and he will contact you through this."

"Oh..." Max responded and took the tablet. "Eh? Why is this tablet so strange? There is no trademark, and there is not a complete socket around it..."

"This is not a tablet." This time, it was the turn of passing by the blocker beside them and 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 at your base, and after a slight change, it can be used as a tablet."

"Ha...hehe..." Max's mouth twitched twice, "When he was decorating it, I really shouldn't have installed this thing behind the baffle of the toilet compartment..."

"Little brother, one day you will understand that watching cartoons when you shit is no future." Bue, who passed by, stuffed a piece of marijuana into Max's top pocket, "Put it away, no thanks."

Seeing these strange flowers floating by, Max could only mutter in his heart: "Who are you helping with this damn..."

Waves—waves—

Suddenly, a few electromagnetic waves sounded.

Clamles turned his head and found that this was the sound of the pirates on the cruise ship using a portable T-scanner (a device used for body search, which can confirm whether the other party is carrying electronic instruments without touching the target).

"It's not that you don't trust you, just in case." Max immediately explained when he saw Clams' reaction.

"Ah...I know." Clamles then lowered his head and looked at Max, "I also know... From the deal was concluded, until James was killed, you have done similar inspections on the entire Dolphin cruise ship and cleaned up all the communication equipment on the ship."

"Haha... Are the surveillance probes on the cruise ship really already under your control..." Max smiled.

"Yes." Clamles said bluntly.

"You answered quite simply..." Max said.

"Stephen said, you must have guessed this. So there is no need to hide it." Clamles replied.

"Tsk...an unpleasant guy." Max thought to himself.

Clamles then said, "I have to thank you... I didn't let my subordinates remove those cameras during the inspection."

"No need to thank you." Max raised his eyebrows, "I hope the deal goes smoothly, too."

Both of them understood that the cameras on the ship must be kept. Only in this way can Stephen Carbon, who is at the base, be sure that there are neither lurking pirates nor bombs or other things on the ship.

Originally... there is no trust in transactions like this based on "mutual threats". In order to prevent the other party from regretting it later, this is a must.

"Then... I'll board the ship without further ado." Seeing that everyone else had passed the inspection one after another, Clamles was ready to follow.

"All the way, Mr. Clams." Max said goodbye to the other party with a smile.

But Clamles couldn't laugh, he just nodded and left silently.

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One hour later, the parrot deck.

"How long will we have to wait? Damn!" Graybeard sat in front of a round table, holding a knife in his left hand and a right hand...with nothing (it was a hook). He knocked on the table and shouted, "How difficult is it to have lunch on the deck?"

"Calm down, dad." Max, who was sitting next to his father and was also waiting for a meal, said, "We used to search ships, search people, and execute people, and send guests away... The staff was tight, so I asked everyone in the kitchen to come out to help. Half an hour ago, they returned to the kitchen to work hard."

"Hmph...a bunch of useless things." Graybeard's attitude was slightly relieved when his son persuaded him, but he immediately started to talk nonsense, "When I was doing odd jobs on the boat, I only took five minutes to make a delicious meal."

"A sashimi?" Max continued with a smile.

"Uh..." The cuteness of gray-bearded man is that after being choked, he is often speechless...

Squeak—Squeak—

Just at this moment, a signal interference sounded.

Max looked tight and eagerly picked up the "toilet tablet" on the table.

As expected...Three seconds later, Stephen Carbon (Feng Bujue) appeared on the screen.

He was still sitting in the base, looking at the camera leisurely.

"Hi, little kid, are you waiting for it?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Haha... Actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out to mine, I happened to meet a nasty parrot. It dared to attack me with bird shit, so I grabbed a piece of ore I had just dug and made it hard for him." He shrugged, "Anyway... it took a little time."

"You... actually left the base just now..." Max looked disbelief, "Who are you lying to?" He sneered, "Don't say it's you, even an idiot, it's impossible for you to leave the surveillance at the critical moment before the cruise ship sets off and do other things... You are not afraid that when you are absent, 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 with an expressionless face. "There are two reasons not to be afraid." He then explained, "First, the surveillance rights of islands and cruise ships, as well as the active contact between you and me... are all in my hands. From you... I can't know whether I'm sitting in front of the surveillance screen. So if I sit here or not... I can also deter you." He tilted his head, "Haha... Max, it's easier to calculate a smart person like you than a fool like your father... because your actions are all within my expectations."

"Tsk..." Max looked ferocious, "Assuming self-righteous... you'd better pray that I'll let you die..."

"Second!" Feng Bujue ignored the other party's words and stood up and walked towards the camera. "Haha...hahaha..." He suddenly laughed strangely, laughing extremely cunningly, "I'll tell you in person."

At this point, the image was suddenly interrupted.

"What..." Max's mouth had just been able to send out a syllable when something incredible happened.

"Second..." Brother Jue's speech appeared within two meters. "I would like to emphasize again, I don't care about the life and death of those people at all."

At this moment, fear was like an invisible pair of hands, tightly grasping Max and Graybeard's hearts, and the blood in their bodies seemed to have become cold.

But seeing that Brother Jue, dressed in a pirate dress (what is more inconsistent, he is carrying a backpack), was already standing on the edge of the round table, holding a round tray in his hand.

"You...you..." Graybeard and Max both looked like they had seen a ghost, their lips trembling and they just couldn't say the whole thing.

"Your lunch is here, Captain." Feng Bujue looked at the gray-bearded father and son with a smile, and opened the lid of the tray, "Today's main dish is... Mark II grenade!"

Before he finished speaking, he used his hands together, quickly picked up the two grenades on the plate, and extended them to his mouth.

"No! No--" Max roared wildly, trying to rush forward to stop him.

Unfortunately... it was too late.
Chapter completed!