Thriller Paradise

"Wealth, fame, power, the drug lord cut-ear Roger, who once had everything in the world, left a message before his death, which made people all over the world rush to the sea. Do you want my treasure? If you want it, I'll give it to you. Go and find it! He put everything there!"

Early in the morning, on the deck of the submarine (the submarine had already surfaced and docked), the gray-bearded Captain was giving a fervent speech in front of the crew.

Perhaps it was because the content of his words was a bit nonsensical, or perhaps it was because he had said it many times, in short ... The crew were either yawning or looking absent-mindedly into the distance. No one was listening to the captain's lecture seriously.

"That's enough, dad ... There's no need to start from the day you went out to sea when you were 17 ..." A young child's voice interrupted gray Beard's words and said weakly,"get to the point ..."

The little boy who spoke was the son of the gray-bearded man, Max. Grey, he was the second in charge (first mate) on this pirate ship (submarine).

"Uh ..." The grey-bearded man was stunned for a moment, then he cleared his throat awkwardly and limped to the little man's side. He leaned over and asked softly,"son, what's the point?"

"The point is, the treasure on the island is yours. You'll kill whoever dares to touch it." Max used a calm tone to whisper into his father's ear.

"Oh! That's right!" The grey-bearded man responded and immediately straightened his body. He turned back to the crew and said,"me! The great grey-bearded man, weakling Dehua. Grey, as one of the 'four acraepoids' of the 'big drug lord' era and the man who inherited Roger's will, I will never allow anyone to touch my treasure!"

"Ah ... What treasure ... It's just a few tons of cargo ..." Before the captain could finish his sentence, a crew member standing on the far left of the first row muttered.

This person was known for his foul mouth. No matter what he heard or saw, he always liked to Mutter a few words. At this moment, he had only said this out of habit, but he had never expected ...

"Who's talking!" The grey-bearded man immediately shouted with his broken Gong-like voice, and stared fiercely in the direction of the voice.

The next second, the crew next to the speaker chose to betray their teammate and pointed at him.

"Uh ... I ..." The guy was terrified."...Ship ... Captain ... I ..."

"What's your name?" The grey-bearded man raised his head and looked at him with a condescending and contemptuous look.

"I ... I, I ..." A person who was usually very eloquent was now so frightened that he stuttered,"... My name is Tom."

"Oh ... Tom," The grey-bearded man muttered her name as he turned his face away.

It was too late to say it, but it happened too fast ...

A second later, the gray-bearded man took out a flintlock from his holster at lightning speed (the appearance was the same as an early 18th century gauntlet, but the inside was futuristic technology). Without looking back, he fired a shot in Tom's direction.

Bang Bang Bang

A gunshot rang out. The gunshot of this flintlock was very retro, as if it brought one back to the Caribbean Sea during Queen Anne's time.

Then, there was a "thud"... And a body fell on the deck.

"Phew ..." The grey-bearded man blew away the White smoke from the muzzle and looked up at the slightly bright sky."Just as I always say ... There are no nameless ghosts under my gun."

"Uh ... Captain, I'm still alive ..." Tom's voice was heard again.

"What?" The grey-bearded man was stunned and immediately turned his head to look back. Only then did he realize that his cool "blind shot"... Had missed. The bullet hit one of the crew members beside Tom right in the middle ...

"By the way ... The one you killed is called 'Jerry'..." Tom pointed at the dead man on the ground with a nervous expression.

"Uh-huh ..." The gray-bearded man cleared his throat again and put the gun back into the holster."Did you see that, Tom? next time you talk too much, you'll end up like Jerry."

"Understood ... Thank you for not killing me, Captain ..." Tom lowered its head and answered submissively. At this moment, his true thoughts were: "Fortunately, the captain is an idiot. We're lucky to have survived today!"

"Don't misunderstand me, I didn't miss. I wanted to kill Jerry ..." A few seconds later, the gray bearded man continued,"... In fact, I already knew that he was an undercover sent by the police."

"Dad ... You don't have to explain. Let's just stop here ..." Max shook his head and said.

"Hmm ... Alright." The grey-bearded man shrugged."Someone, throw this undercover into the sea." Then he turned his head again."You, yes, you, Tom. Bring a few people and go to the island to investigate immediately. I want to get an exact report before lunch, or I'll chop you up and feed you to the fish!"

"Yes! 'Yes, sir!' Captain. " Tom's expression was stiff as he replied loudly.

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At the same time, to the North of kannabis Island.

"Hey! Stephen, we meet again!" Toads appeared before Feng bujue again.

Some might ask,'isn't the frequency of brother Jue and clamshell meeting a little too high?' Actually, it wasn't ...

According to the rules, each participant was allowed to bring ten items (Feng bujue was an exception, but the system had already fixed that, so the NPCs would not think that there was anything wrong with it), and every time they met toads, they could only collect one item. In other words ... In order for the contestants to collect their items, they had to meet toads ten times. If these ten exchanges were divided equally according to the time, it would be a rhythm of meeting once every seven hours.

Of course, in the actual competition, the time would be shortened considering factors such as sleeping at night and early elimination. During the day, it was very normal to encounter them once every five hours.

"Ah, Hello." Feng bujue shoved the insect carcass (a large pile) into his mouth as he replied with a muffled voice.

"What are you eating, Stephen?" Toads looked at the other party and asked with great interest.

"Protein," Feng bujue replied calmly.

"Hehe ... It's quite impressive that you can put aside your prejudice and eat these disgusting things as pure energy." As Tulas spoke, he started to glance at the camera lens again."In the wilderness, being able to do this means that you can live longer than others." He paused for a moment."But ... Just 'dare to eat' is far from enough, Steven." He used his eyes to point at the bug carcass in brother Jue's hand."Some bugs and small animals have poison or parasites in their bodies ... If you don't have the relevant knowledge, it's very easy for you to accidentally consume poisonous things. That way ... You'll put yourself in danger. "

"Don't worry, the food I'm eating is safe, I'm sure of it. " Feng bujue replied with a blank expression.

Although he didn't know if the bugs in his hands (most of them were bugs, and some strange unknown creatures) were poisonous or harmful, he was sure ... They were all killed by [Bell's daily knife]. So ..."It can be eaten after the head is cut off", and the protein content will be "six times that of beef"...

"Alright, I hope you're right." Hearing the other party's reply, tunas didn't say anything more. He immediately changed the topic."Okay ... Stephen, I'm sure you've already guessed that I came to you because I have something to give you."

"Hmph ... I've been looking forward to this for a long time." Feng bujue said with a smile.

"Ha! Don't be happy too early. " Clamshell continued,"you're not only given props, but also challenges."

(This is also one of the main rules of this program: Except for the one at the beginning of the game, the contestants would receive a "challenge" every time they met Bell in the following games. All the challenges could be done or not done, but if one did it, one could get some benefits. In addition, the number of challenges completed by the contestants will also become the evaluation standard of the final survivors.

"That's right, I want a challenge. " Feng bujue replied,"truth be told, Bell ... I'm already dying for it." His expression changed slightly."I have a suggestion ..." He stuffed the worms in his hand into his mouth and swallowed them."Give me more challenges at once, for example ... Five, how about that?" (To be continued.) "If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)