Chapter 635 Is This the Professor From Gotham University? (Part 2)

After 6 hours, the ship still had no intention of stopping. They had even replenished supplies along the coast several times and even encountered a storm. If Arthur had not had special abilities to avoid storms through information from fishing groups, the new ship would have been damaged long ago.

This fishing boat was not an ocean-going fishing boat and could only fish in the near-mid-sea area. It was really too difficult for the boat to drive it from the California coastline all the way to Mexico.

Finally, after about 7 and a half hours, the boat finally stopped. Schiller was a little pale. He held the railing and looked at Arthur who came out and said, "Are we really there?"

"We have only reached the vicinity of the archipelago now. We still need to find out which island it is. If you feel uncomfortable, go inside and rest for a while. I will go in and swim over to find it."

Schiller nodded and acquiesced to this arrangement. First, he could not swim, and second, even if he could swim, he had no strength to swim now.

Gray Mist was right. His seasickness was a psychological reaction. Gray Mist could force his stomach muscles not to spasm, but the discomfort would be transferred to other places, such as chest tightness, cold sweats, etc.

Even if Gray Mist could forcefully soothe these discomfort symptoms, Schiller's mind would tell him that these places were feeling uncomfortable, so he decided to stay on the ship.

Chao said that he would take a year-end vacation and not allow him to enter the Temple of Thought, that is, he could not ask the dream god for blessings, or simply poke the feather and call Lucifer over. Even if he wanted to jump into the sea and drown himself, death would not accept him.

Schiller came to the only guest room on the ship. This should be a temporary resting place for the sailors on the ship, but there was a pretty good sofa bed. He lay on it and fell asleep a little sleepily.

But soon, he was awakened by a noise. He heard a strange Spanish accent and a few gunshots.

As soon as Schiller got up, he felt the bed shaking. It was obvious that someone had boarded the ship. He stood up and stood by the door with his umbrella.

The people outside spoke in Spanish. Schiller could only understand a few words. It seemed that they were saying that the ship was new and good.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps appeared outside the door. The door was opened with a bang. The person who came in was holding a rifle in his hand and muttering Spanish swear words.

But as soon as he took a step into the door, a knife pierced his chest. Schiller took back his umbrella and frowned at the man lying on the ground.

Looking at the vest and turban, they looked a bit like Mexicans, and also a bit like pirates active in the Caribbean, but soon, Schiller determined the identity of this group of people because he heard people outside shouting the name of a drug. This group of people were Mexican drug dealers.

Judging from their tone, they should want to take the ship back to transport drugs. Judging from the footsteps, this group of people should have entered the cab. Schiller flashed directly to the end of the corridor. The drug dealers at the end of the corridor saw Schiller and subconsciously raised their guns and fired.

Now, Schiller can be sure that this group of crazy people are drug dealers, because pirates usually choose to kidnap and then ask for ransom, while drug dealers kill all crew members on the spot, and they don’t need to be alive.

Of course, bullets can’t penetrate the snake skin of Jörmungandr. Schiller opened his umbrella to block all the bullets, and then killed about five or six drug dealers one by one before coming to the cab.

There were three people in the cab. When they saw Schiller appear, they spoke a lot of Spanish again. But when Schiller killed the first person, the first reaction of the remaining two people was not to shoot at Schiller, but to shoot at the control panel in the cab.

After killing the remaining two drug dealers one by one, Schiller heard them cursing him before they died. Combined with their previous actions of destroying the cockpit, Schiller was sure that the drug dealers might have regarded him as a colleague and wanted to destroy his boat before they died to prevent him from doing business.

In this area, only this group of people would be so fierce, and maybe there were American agents among them who deliberately wanted to provoke conflicts.

Looking at their clothes, Schiller guessed that this should be a group of minions from a drug trafficking group. They came here by chance and found this fishing boat, and wanted to drive it back to show their merits.

Because their equipment was not sophisticated, they didn't have any good things on them, and their combat effectiveness was not strong. A few flashes and a few knives solved it. If it was really that well-trained armed drug dealers, it would not be so easy.

The drug trafficking industry in South America is so rampant that it is impossible to say that there is no connivance from the United States. The weapons of those elite drug dealers are comparable to those of the US Army infantry, and there is no need to say how they got them.

Schiller was not relieved after dealing with the drug dealers. The cockpit of the boat was completely destroyed by their bullets. One of them even shot the control panel with a shotgun. This small fishing boat was not a warship. Even if it was a warship, the buttons would be blown off.

Not long after, Arthur saw the bodies lying on the ground and the messy cockpit. Then he saw Schiller, who looked pale and very weak, holding a parachute and finishing off the drug dealers one by one to prevent them from being dead.

Standing outside the cockpit door, Arthur swallowed and whispered, "...Is this the professor of Gotham University?"

"Are you back? Come in quickly." Schiller waved to him and said, "Look, they have made a mess here. Can this ship still be sailed?"

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After all, Arthur felt more sorry for the ship. He stepped over the corpse at the door and walked in. He looked at the control panel carefully and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Most of the buttons here are out of order. Let me see if it can still be started." ”

Arthur fiddled with it and said, "No, a certain line should be affected. I have to check the engine."

With that said, he walked out of the cab door and came back after a while, saying: "The people who hijacked the ship are veterans. They did not destroy the engine, but they destroyed the engine control device."

"Can you be more straightforward?" Schiller said.

"In other words, they removed the circuit of the vehicle's ignition switch, so although the engine was intact, it was unable to ignite."

"Can you fix it?" Schiller asked.

"It's possible, but it requires materials. I can't conjure wires out of thin air, and I just found the island where the man was trapped. We still have to rescue him."

"Get off the boat." Schiller turned around firmly and walked out, saying, "I'm afraid these people will be chasing us here soon. We don't need the boat. We need to ensure safety first."

Arthur opened his mouth and looked at the corpses on the ground. He didn't know whose safety Schiller was referring to, but he still followed Schiller out of the boat, and when he set foot on land, he looked back with regret. Glanced at the ship.

Of course, what Schiller wants to protect is Arthur's safety. The youthful version of Superman is still in the process of development. He is not as powerful as he was at his peak, let alone Aquaman. Even at his peak, he is not very strong. This youth It's hard to say whether it can stop a bullet.

Although he is almost invincible as long as he jumps into the water, it is more likely that he will be frightened when he sees a group of vicious drug dealers charging towards him with weapons. Even swimming is his forte. Everything will be forgotten.

The place where the two set foot on land was also an island. Schiller looked around and saw that there was almost nothing here except coconut trees and seabirds. He said: "So, how are we going to get to the place you mentioned now?" An island?”

"Uh... I can swim there..." As soon as Arthur finished speaking, he saw Schiller's unfriendly eyes, so he immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I just saw a group of good friends, they can take you past."

Ten minutes later, Schiller looked at a group of dolphins in the sea. He sighed deeply, looked at Arthur and said, "Why do you think they can carry me?"

Schiller was not able to determine the specific species of this group of dolphins, but their bodies seemed relatively slender and not large, and there was no place for people to ride on their backs.

There are many different species of dolphins. Perhaps the large ones can carry people swimming, but the group in front of them obviously cannot.

Arthur thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it again."

It took about half an hour for Arthur to come back. He was floating in the deep water far away from Schiller and seemed a little tired. Schiller shouted: "What's wrong with you? Did you swim very far?"

"No! The main thing is that I have to follow him..."

Before Arthur could finish speaking, he was rushed into the water by a water column. Then, Schiller saw a huge thing floating on the surface of the sea. It was black overall and had a white patch on both sides of its cheeks. It looked very much like a giant panda. , that's a killer whale.

"You can first step on the back of a dolphin, and then ride on a killer whale. This thing is big enough, and it will definitely be no problem to carry people."

Arthur swam over, then whistled and brought the group of dolphins over. They saw them floating on the surface one after another, turning into a staircase. Schiller looked around, sighed, and resigned himself to his fate. to the sea.

But thanks to the gray fog control, Schiller's balance was much better than others, so even though one foot was deep and one was shallow, and the other was not solid, and his shoes got water, he still came to the killer whale smoothly. on the back.

There is a very tall dorsal fin on the back of the killer whale. The dorsal fin of this killer whale is almost 1.7 meters. It is a perfect handle. Schiller grabbed the dorsal fin. When the killer whale started to swim, he actually felt that it was better than the dorsal fin. The boat is much more stable.

As Arthur swam in front, he said: "It's not easy to find a quiet young man. These guys are always very naughty. Let them carry people, but you have to pay a lot of benefits."

Schiller grabbed the dorsal fin of the killer whale and felt a little fresh. He looked at the sea and asked: "Then what benefits did you use to convince him?"

"I have to play with him. In fact, in the half hour just now, I only spent five minutes communicating with him, and the rest of the time was spent playing with him."

When the killer whale floated half of its back on the water, it actually wasn't swimming very fast, so Arthur even swam in front of the killer whale. He turned back, stopped, touched the killer whale's head and said, "This is a good guy. , He has just grown up, but he is not small, and he will definitely grow into a big guy in the future.”

"I have long heard that there are killer whales distributed in the Gulf of Mexico, but I didn't expect to find them so easily." Arthur said while swimming: "Moreover, killer whales often appear in pairs or families, so a single one It’s quite rare.”

Although one person and one whale swam not very fast, it didn't take long before they arrived at the isolated island that Arthur had surveyed before.

This time, there was no dolphin to pave the way for Schiller. After Arthur went ashore first, he looked at Schiller who was still on the back of the killer whale and said, "The killer whale can't get to the shallows, otherwise it will be stranded!"

"Sorry, professor, you may have to swim over the remaining short distance..."

Then, he saw Schiller disappear on the back of the killer whale, and the next second, he appeared beside him dry.

Arthur widened his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Is this the professor of Gotham University?"