Chapter 627 (1/2)
”Look, that's what I always say - make the best of everything.” Looking at the blood splashing on the sea, grey beard smiled contentedly.
At the moment, he is standing on the deck of the submarine, enjoying a ”shark show” with a happy face.
And the main character of this show Apart from a few sharks attracted by the smell of blood, it is naturally cracked and purulent.
The rock star never dreamed of The cause of his death would be - he was shot several holes by a pirate with a musket and then thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
”I hate hippies.” When the cracked pus was gone and the shark was gone, gray beard shook the hook of his right hand and said, ”I'd rather use a dozen hippies for a dog that can brush the deck.”
”But I remember you said You hate dogs... ” One of the crew standing by took over.
”Well?” Gray beard slightly turned his head and stared at the man, ”boy What's your name? ”
”Er My name is Butch, captain. ” Butch's expression suddenly regained, ”please don't kill me, captain.”
”Bah!” Gray beard a crooked head, spit, ”I like that kind of random killing people?”
He didn't lose his voice, but he listened
”Ah -” a scream suddenly rang from afar.
Gray beard and bookie heard the sound and saw a crew member who was using a sponge mop to brush the deck, who happened to be spitting in his eyes and fell on all fours.
”See? Butch. Gray beard froze for two seconds, then straightened his face and turned to Buchi road. ”It's a good idea to let the dog brush the deck.”
”Yes The captain is wise. ” Butch nodded.
”Hum...” Gray beard snorted coldly, and said, ”OK, Booky, please call the chief mate. I have something to discuss with him.”
”Aye, aye, private R!” Butch shouted for it, then turned and ran away.
Waiting for the other party to go far, grey beard shook his head. Shrugged his shoulders and muttered, ”well Which son of a bitch was responsible for calling up sailors when we last landed... ” He raised his left hand, pinched his fingers and said, ”Tom, Jerry, and Booky (all three names are roles in cat and mouse)...” What's next? Tek? I'm a drug lord, not a peddler... ”
As he was talking to himself, chief mate Max Gray was on deck.
”Dad, what can I do for you?” Max walked quickly to grey beard and asked in his tender voice.
”Yes, son.” Gray beard replied, ”Tom, they have come back from the investigation.”
”What? So fast? ” Earlier, when Tom and they returned, Max was not on deck. So there is a question.
”Well...” Gray beard said, ”after they went through the sand and into the woods, they immediately found a man, and Many surveillance cameras. ” He paused, ”so they caught the man and turned back.”
”Oh...” Max nodded and asked, ”what about people?”
”I threw it into the sea to feed the fish.” Grey beard said.
”Ah?” Max's face changed slightly. ”Then Did you ask me anything? ”
”Yes.” Grey beard felt his beard. ”His name is John Winston. Cracked pus.”
”Ha?” Max turned his head sideways. ”Is this the same name as the lead singer of the cleaver?”
”Cleaver?” Gray beard froze for two seconds, ”Oh, you say those hippies?” Then, subconsciously, he turned to look at the sea. ”Um... Say it The split pus that I just threw down to feed the fish is also a hippie... ”
Hearing this, an ominous feeling came into Max's mind: ”Daddy, what does that man look like Can you describe it? ”
”About thirty years old. It's a white man; light brown eyes, brown hair, hair and dress I'm not sure. It's hippies anyway. ” Grey beard said.
”Ha ha...” Max giggled twice. ”No way...” His eyes twinkled and his brain flew. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes and said, ”Daddy! You just said Tom, they found a lot of cameras on the island? ”
”Well, yes.” Grey beard asked, ”what's the matter?”
Max didn't answer, or He was not ready for an answer.
The next second, Max turned and ran back into the submarine. His father, who only had a strange face, stood alone on the deck.