Chapter 637 DIE EASY (7/7)

Noon, twelve o'clock.

The wind was calm and the sun was shining brightly.

At this time, the headless body, which was not yet deaf, had become food for the shark; and his head was taken back to the submarine by Graybeard... probably to be kept 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 pirates nearby frown.

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

"Guys, pay attention." Soon, a sharp-eyed pirate leader was the first to see the figure in the jungle. He immediately shouted and reminded his companions to be 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 don't even have weapons."

As he spoke, Clams 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 movement was also carefully considered... What if the pirates suddenly turned against each other and raised their guns to shoot, then the shooting area of ​​the formation would be slightly smaller, and the people in the back row would have a chance to escape back.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Clams." Max was the first to step forward and greet him, "I'm your fan."

"Kid... I..." Clams looked at Max with a complicated expression, "... Thank you for your support, but..."

"Hehe... You don't have to say it, I understand." Max smiled and replied, "Being worshipped by a terrorist-like figure, the person involved must feel very delicate. At this time, you just don't comment... I don't mind."

"Yes, that's how Arsenal treated me." At this moment, Bin Laden happened to pass by them and heard their conversation. Uncle Deng interrupted as if nothing had happened...

After hearing this, both Clams and Max stood still for a few seconds, looking at the back of Bin Laden who was hiding his achievements and fame, and a sense of awe arose spontaneously...

"Hmm... Anyway..." After a few seconds, Max spoke again, "Mr. Clams... Mr. Tan should have told you about the content of the transaction. I don't need to emphasize the details of boarding the ship."

"Don't worry." Clams replied, "We don't have any communication devices with us, except... this." He said. He took out a tablet computer (at least it looked like one) from the bag beside him (the big backpack had been replaced with a shoulder bag), "Stephen asked me to hand this to you personally, and he will contact you through this."

"Oh..." Max responded and took the tablet computer, "Eh? Why is this tablet computer so strange? There is not even a trademark, and the sockets around it are not complete..."

"This is not a tablet computer." This time, it was the turn of the Cap who passed by them to interrupt. He glanced at Max and continued calmly. "It's just a... uh... I don't know what to call it. Anyway... I took out an LCD screen from the toilet in your base. After a little modification, it can be used as a tablet."

"Hehe... hehe..." Max's mouth twitched twice, "When I renovated it... I really shouldn't have installed this thing behind the baffle of the toilet cubicle..."

"Little brother. One day you will understand that watching cartoons while taking a shit is a dead end." Bubo, who passed by closely behind him, stuffed a marijuana into Max's shirt pocket, "Keep it. You're welcome."

Watching these weirdos floating gorgeously, Max could only mutter in his heart: "What the hell are they helping..."

Hiss-hiss-hiss--

Suddenly, a few electromagnetic noises sounded.

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

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

"Ah... I know." Clams then lowered his head and looked at Max, "I also know... from the deal to James's murder, you have done similar inspections on the entire Dolphin Cruise and cleaned up all the communication equipment on the ship."

"Hehe... those surveillance probes on the cruise ship, have they really been controlled by you..." Max laughed.

"Yes." Clams said bluntly.

"Your answer is quite straightforward..." Max read.

"Stephen said that you must have guessed this, so there is no need to hide it." Clams replied.

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

Clams then said: "I have to thank you... for not letting your men remove those cameras during the inspection."

"You're welcome." Max raised his eyebrows, "I also hope that the deal can go smoothly."

They both understood that the cameras on the ship must be kept. Only in this way can Stephen Tan, who is at the base, be sure that there are no pirates lurking on the ship, nor are there any bombs hidden on the ship.

After all... in a transaction based on "mutual threats", there is no trust at all. In order to prevent the other party from regretting it later, this must be done.

"Well... without further ado, I'll board the ship too." Seeing that everyone else had passed the inspection, Clams prepared to follow.

"Have a good trip, Mr. Clams." Max said goodbye to him with a smile.

Clams couldn't smile, he just nodded and left silently.

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One hour later, on the deck of the Parrot.

"How long do we have to wait? Damn it!" Graybeard sat at a round table, holding a knife in his left hand and nothing in his right hand (it was originally a hook), knocking on the table while shouting, "I want to have lunch on the deck, how difficult is that?"

"Calm down, Dad." Max, who was sitting next to his father and also waiting for dinner, continued, "We were searching the ship, searching people, executing people, and seeing off guests... We were short of manpower, so I asked the people in the kitchen to help. The Dolphin weighed anchor half an hour ago, and they returned to the kitchen to work."

"Humph... a bunch of useless things." Graybeard's attitude eased a little after being persuaded by his son, but he immediately started to talk about this and that, "When I was doing odd jobs on the ship, I could make a delicious meal in just five minutes."

"Sashimi?" Max smiled and continued.

"Uh..." The cute thing about Graybeard is that he is often speechless after being choked...

Squeak-shasha-

Just at this moment, a signal interference sounded.

Max's expression tightened, and he 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, kid, are you waiting impatiently?" Feng Bujue laughed, "Hehe... Actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out to mine just now, I happened to meet a nasty parrot. It dared to attack me with bird shit, so I grabbed a piece of ore I just dug and gave it a hard time." He shrugged, "Anyway... it delayed a little time."

"You... just left the base..." Max had a look of disbelief on his face, "Who are you kidding?" He sneered, "Don't say it's you, even if you are an idiot, you can't leave the surveillance at the critical moment before the cruise ship to do other things... Aren't you afraid that when you are deserting, we will kill all the people on the ship 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 went on to say Ming, "First, the right to monitor the island and the cruise ship, as well as the right to actively contact you and me... are all 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... it can still be a deterrent to you." He tilted his head, "Hehe... Max, it is easier to calculate a smart person like you than a fool like your father... because all your actions are within my expectations."

"Tsk..." Max's face was ferocious, "You self-righteous person... you'd better pray that I will kill you..."

"Second!" Feng Bujue ignored the other party's words, stood up directly, and walked towards the camera, "Hehe... Hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed strangely, and his laugh was extremely creepy, "Let me tell you in person."

At this point, the image was suddenly interrupted.

"What..." Max just had time to utter a syllable, and an incredible thing happened.

"Second..." Brother Jue's voice appeared within two meters, "I emphasize again, I don't care about the life and death of those people."

At this moment, fear was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping the hearts of Max and Graybeard, and their blood seemed to turn cold.

But Brother Jue, dressed in a pirate costume (what was more incongruous was that he was carrying a backpack), was already standing at the edge of the round table, holding a round tray in his hand.

"You...you..." Graybeard and Max were like seeing a ghost, their lips trembling and words popping out, but they couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Your lunch is here, Captain." Feng Bujue smiled at the father and son of Graybeard and opened the lid of the tray, "Today's main course is...Mark II grenades!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out with both hands, quickly picked up the two grenades on the plate, and put them to his mouth.

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

Unfortunately...it was too late.

The next second, Jue Ge bit both pull rings at the same time and grinned: "Hehe...surprise!" (To be continued...)