Chapter 135 Surprise!

Noon, twelve o'clock sharp.

Calm seas and a blazing sun.

By this time, the headless corpse that hadn't gone deaf had become food for the sharks; and his head had been taken back to the submarine by Greybeard... probably to be kept as a souvenir (or perhaps as a decoration).

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

But they still had to hold their positions and stand ready, waiting for the twenty-two people from the island to arrive.

"Guys, heads up." Before long, a sharp-eyed pirate leader was the first to spot figures in the jungle. He immediately shouted, reminding his comrades to prepare.

"Relax..." Max replied in a calm tone from the back row, "This is a deal, not a war. They just want to leave alive." He paused. "Look... they didn't even bring weapons."

Just as he spoke, Clamsers led the way out of the woods by the beach, with the others lined up behind him.

This formation was also well thought out... in case the pirates suddenly turned hostile and opened fire, the surface area exposed to the gunfire 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. Clamsers." Max was the first to step forward and greet the other party. "I'm a fan of yours."

"Kid... I..." Clamsers looked at Max, his expression complex. "...I appreciate your support, but..."

"Heh... you don't have to say it, I understand." Max replied with a smile, "Being admired by a terrorist-like figure must be a strange feeling for the person involved. At times like this, it's best not to comment... I won't mind."

"Yeah, that's how Arsenal handled me." At that moment, ** happened to pass by them and, after hearing their conversation, casually interjected...

Clamsers and Max were both stunned for a few seconds, looking at **'s back, which concealed his merit and fame, a sense of unfathomable awesomeness arose spontaneously...

"Ahem... anyway..." After a few seconds, Max spoke again, "Mr. Clamsers... Mr. Carbon should have already told you about the terms of the deal. As for the details of boarding the ship, I don't need to emphasize them again, right?"

"Don't worry." Clamsers replied, "We don't have any communication devices on us, except... this." As he spoke, he took out a tablet computer (or at least something that looked like one) from his bag (the big backpack had been replaced with a shoulder bag). "Stephen asked me to hand this to you personally, he will contact you through this."

"Oh..." Max responded, taking the tablet. "Huh? Why is this tablet so strange? It doesn't even have a brand name, and the ports around it aren't all there..."

"This isn't a tablet computer." This time, it was Capping's turn to interject as he passed by them. He glanced at Max and said calmly, "This is just a... uh... I don't know what to call it. Anyway... I took a liquid crystal display from the toilet in your base and, after a little modification, it can be used as a tablet."

"Heh... heh heh..." The corners of Max's mouth twitched twice. "I really shouldn't have installed this thing behind the partition of the toilet stall when we were renovating..."

"Young brother, one day you'll understand that watching cartoons while taking a shit has no future." Not Burt, who was passing by next, casually stuffed a joint into Max's jacket pocket. "Keep it, you're welcome."

Watching these freaks float by in such a flamboyant way, Max could only mutter to himself in pain, "What the hell are these people..."

*Zzzzzz--Zzzzzz--*

Suddenly, the noise of electromagnetic waves sounded.

Clamsers turned his head and saw that the pirates by the cruise ship were using handheld T-shaped scanners (equipment used for body searches, which can confirm whether the other party is carrying electronic equipment without touching the target).

"Not that we don't trust you, but just in case." Seeing Clamsers' reaction, Max immediately explained.

"Ah... I know." Clamsers immediately lowered his head, looked at Max, and said, "I also know... from the time the deal was finalized to before James was killed, you have already done similar checks on the entire Dolphin cruise ship, and cleaned up all the communication equipment on board."

"Heh... so the surveillance cameras on the cruise ship have indeed been controlled by you..." Max laughed.

"Yes." Clamsers said bluntly.

"You answer quite frankly..." Max muttered.

"Stephen said that you must have already guessed this, so there's no need to hide it." Clamsers replied.

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

Clamsers then added, "I have to thank you... for not having your subordinates dismantle those cameras during the inspection."

"You're welcome." Max raised his eyebrows. "I also hope the deal goes smoothly."

They both understood that the cameras on the ship had to be kept. Only in this way could Stephen Carbon, who was in the base, be sure that there were no lurking pirates or bombs hidden on the ship.

Originally... such a deal based on "mutual threats" had no trust to speak of, and this had to be done to prevent the other party from going back on their word afterwards.

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

"Bon voyage, Mr. Clamsers." Max smiled and said goodbye to the other party.

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

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One hour later, the Parrot's deck.

"How much longer do we have to wait? Damn it!" Greybeard sat at a round table, knife in his left hand, nothing in his right (it was a hook anyway), banging on the table as he shouted, "How hard is it to have lunch on deck?"

"Calm down, Dad." Max, who was sitting next to his father and also waiting for his meal, replied, "We've been searching the ship, searching people, executing, and sending off guests... manpower has been tight, so I had the people in the kitchen come out to help. The Dolphin set sail half an hour ago, and they just returned to the kitchen to get busy."

"Hmph... a bunch of useless things." Greybeard's attitude softened slightly after being persuaded by his son, but he immediately began to ramble, "When I was a deckhand on a ship back in the day, I could make a delicious meal in just five minutes."

"Sashimi?" Max replied with a smile.

"Uh..." Greybeard's charm was that he was often speechless after being choked up...

*Squeak--rustle--*

At this moment, a burst of signal interference sounded.

Max's expression tightened, and he quickly 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 that base, looking leisurely at the camera.

"Hi, kid, getting impatient?" Feng Bujue smiled, "Heh... actually, I wanted to contact you earlier, but when I went out mining just now, I happened to encounter an annoying parrot. It dared to attack me with bird droppings, so I grabbed a piece of freshly mined ore and gave it a hard one." He shrugged. "Anyway... it was delayed a bit."

"You... you actually left the base just now..." Max had an incredulous expression. "Who are you trying to fool?" He sneered. "Don't tell me it was you, even an idiot wouldn't leave the monitoring at this critical moment before the cruise ship sets sail to do other things... aren't you afraid that while you're slacking off, we'll kill everyone on board 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 immediately explained, "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's no way to know if I'm sitting in front of the monitor screen or not. So whether I'm sitting here or not... it's the same deterrent to you." He tilted his head. "Heh... Max, it's easier to scheme against a smart person like you than against a reckless fool like your father... because all your actions are within my expectations."

"Tch..." Max's face showed a ferocious look. "Self-righteous guy... you better pray that I'll let you die..."

"Second!" Feng Bujue ignored the other party's words, stood up directly, and walked towards the camera. "Heh... hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed strangely, laughing in an extremely eerie way. "Let me tell you in person."

At this point, the image suddenly cut off.

"Wh..." Max only had time to utter a syllable when an incredible thing happened.

"Second..." Jue-ge's voice actually appeared within two meters. "I'll emphasize again, I don't care about the life or death of those people at all."

At this moment, fear, like a pair of invisible hands, tightly gripped the hearts of Max and Greybeard, and all the blood in their bodies seemed to turn cold.

But lo and behold, Jue-ge, dressed as a pirate (what was more out of place was that he was carrying a backpack), was standing next to the round table, holding a round tray in his hand.

"You... you actually..." Greybeard and Max were like ghosts, their lips trembling as they stuttered out words, unable to say a complete sentence.

"Your lunch is here, Captain." Feng Bujue looked at the Greybeard father and son with a smile, and opened the lid of the tray. "Today's main course is... Mark II hand grenades!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly picked up two grenades from the plate with both hands and extended them to his mouth.

"No! No--" Max roared and tried to rush forward to stop him.

Unfortunately... it was too late.

In the next second, Jue-ge bit both pull rings at the same time, grinning evilly and saying, "Hee hee... surprise!"