Vol 2 Chapter 627: Wilderness for poison (23)

"Oh, this is what I often say - the best use of it." Looking at the flowers splashing on the sea, the gray beard smiled with satisfaction.
At this moment, he was standing on the deck of the submarine, enjoying a "shark show" with a happy look.
And the protagonist of this show... In addition to a few sharks attracted by smell, it is naturally a pus.
The rock star never dreamed of ... his death would be - a pirate shot a few holes with a musket, and then thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
"I hate hippies." After the pus bones were gone and the sharks had dispersed, the gray beard shook his right hand hook and said, "I would rather use a dozen hippies for a brush deck. dog."
"But I remember you said... you hate dogs..." a crew member standing next to him.
"Well?" Gray Beard turned slightly over his head and glanced at the man. "Kid... what is your name?"
"Oh... my name is Butch, the captain." Butch’s expression suddenly dignified. "Please don't kill me, Captain."
"Hey!" Gray beard licked his head and spit. "Is it like a murderer?"
His voice has not fallen, but he heard...
"Ah--" a scream screamed from a distance.
Gray beard and Buchi heard it, and saw a crew member who was using a sponge mop to brush the deck and happened to be spit in the mouth and fell into the air.
"I don't see it? Butch." After two seconds of gray beard, he finished his look and turned his head to Butch. "It is a good idea to let the dog brush the deck."
"Yes... the captain is wise." Butch nodded.
"Oh..." The gray beard snorted and answered. "Well, Butch, you are going to call the mate, I have something to discuss with him."

aye_aye, private r!
Butch screamed loudly, then turned and ran away.
When the other side walked away, the gray beard shook his head. Shrugging and shouting: "Well... Which is responsible for recruiting sailors when I was last docked..." He raised his left hand and licked his fingers and said, "Tom, Jerry, Butch (all three names above) For the role in "Cats and Rats"... What's next? Tektronix? I'm a drug lord, not a children's product..."
While he was talking to himself, the first officer, Max Gray, had arrived on the deck.
"Daddy, do you have something to look for?" Max walked to the gray beard and asked with his tender voice.
"Yes, son." Gray Beard replied, "Tom has returned since the investigation."
"What? So fast?" When Tom returned to them, Max was not on the deck. Therefore, there is such a question.
"Well..." Gray Beard said. "They immediately found a person, and ... a lot of surveillance cameras, after they crossed the beach and into the woods." He paused. "So they took the man." Live and fold back."
"Oh..." Max nodded and asked, "What about people?"
"I was thrown into the sea to feed the fish." Gray beard replied.
"Ah?" Max looked awkward. "So... ask what is coming?"
"Ask." Gray Beard touched his beard. "His name is John Winston. It is a pus."
"Ha?" Max squinted his head. "Is this man and the singer's lead singer the same name?"
"The Shantou?" Gray beard stunned for two seconds. "Oh~ you said that hippie?" Then he subconsciously turned to look at the sea. "Well...speak it... the pus that I just threw it to feed the fish, it’s also a hippie..."
Hearing this sentence, an ominous feeling came to me in Max's heart: "Daddy, what does that person look like... Can you describe it?"
"About thirty years old. It's a white man; light brown eyes, brown hair, hairstyle and dress... I don't remember. Anyway, it's hippie." Gray beard replied.
"Oh..." Max muttered two times. "No..." His eyes flickered and his brain flew. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly widened his eyes. "Daddy! You just said...Tom they Found a lot of cameras on the island?"
"Well, yeah." Gray beard wondered, "What's wrong?"
Max didn't answer, or... he couldn't answer.
In the next second, Max turned his head and rushed back into the submarine. Only left his inexplicable dad, standing alone on the deck in a daze.
About five minutes later, Max came back and held a tablet in his hand.
"Look at it yourself." He turned the computer screen and raised it to his father.
Gray Beard took the computer with one hand and looked at it for a few seconds. He bowed his head and asked: "Is the hippie so famous?" He grinned angrily. "I knew it so... I should keep him, blackmail the ransom." of."
"Don't worry, Dad, there are so many celebrities on the island that can make you hostage." Max turned his face and looked at the island of Kanabis. "I already know what the island is doing." Up..."
............
The words are divided into two, and then I can’t see it.
After receiving the [燚] from Mules, he embarked on his "challenge journey."
The first thing he did was to fight birds.
Obviously, [using a long-range attack (without any traps) to shoot a genus of birds) is the simplest of the five spurs. Just raise your hand and get the job done.
However, in practice, the seal quickly found a problem.
"Well..." He felt his head lifted his head and looked at the branch that had been broken by himself. He said, "Because it is not his own body... so even the shooting specialization is useless..."
Yes, the problem he faces is this...
Although the shooting specialization of the brother is general, but there is also a c-class, and the slingshot to play things within seven or eight meters, that point is still there.
But now...he is using the body of Steven Carbon. Naturally, the various abilities of this body cannot be corrected by specialization. So... can you hit the target, you have to rely on it to operate.
Simply put... he is now playing with a slingshot in the real world. If you want to hit, you have to aim at the angle, calculate the strength, and align the accuracy... even have to consider the reaction and direction of the target.
"It’s not good... The size of the birds is generally small, and most of them stay in the high places..." The seal is not looking for the next target, while chanting, "If you are too close, the target may fly away. But it’s too far away and it’s hard to hit...

"dodo - dodo -"
Suddenly, two strange cryes were introduced into the ears of Jue, interrupting his thoughts.
Perhaps it is coincidence, perhaps luck, perhaps fate, perhaps the protagonist's aura... In short, just at the moment when I am not in trouble, miracles...appear.
Along with the two screams, a strange big bird came out of the forest.
Yes, this bird is "walking" because it does not fly at all.
When he closed his eyes and quickly recognized the animal, he could not help but blurt out: "The Dodo is one of the most famous extinct animals besides dinosaurs. The Dodo is large and slow. They can't fly. They have lived on the island of Mauritius for millions of years, and they have nothing to do with each other. But less than a hundred years after being discovered by humans, they were completely extinct due to human killing and other human activities.) ?"
This one in front of him is indeed a dodo. Its plumage is blue-gray, the abdomen is lighter in color; it resembles a scorpion-shaped, slightly black; its wings are short and cannot fly; its legs are thick and yellow, like two extended versions of chicken feet. And its most striking feature is... the hips have a cluster of rolled feathers. Combined with its dull and dull image, it is very cute.
"Dodo - dodo -" The Dodo seemed to hear the words of the brother, and looked up and called him twice.
"This..." Hesitantly hesitated. "Is the Dodo in this universe still not extinct..."
He is not an animal protectionist, but he occasionally sends his kindness in a casual, inexplicable, and arrogant manner (it should be the case when adopting Assas). What's more... like a famous animal like Dodo, he knows a little about it. So at this time his mood... is similar to seeing a panda. Even if he knows what he should do (hand), he will consider it and act again.
"Oh... no way, who will let you bird..." After nearly ten seconds, I felt that my brother’s ideological struggle was over. He then leaned over and grabbed a small piece of dirt and placed it in the leather pocket of the slingshot.
After finishing the ammunition, he felt that he was standing up again, and then the two legs were differential, the left arm was lifted to the side, and the right arm was pulled, so that the slingshot was tilted to a 45-degree angle with the horizontal.
His "straight straight arm swing" is a kind of easy to grasp, accurate and stable slingshot play. Of course... a correct posture is just the foundation. It's not that you're going to have a standard posture.
"Calling... such a big goal, the distance of about seven meters, the machine can't be lost..." The seal straightened the rubber band and was already aiming properly. "So... a challenge is finished..."
When he talked about the word "end", his right hand was released and he shot a bullet. The small piece of mud suddenly changed when it flew out of the leather pocket, and it turned into a round, light-emitting bullet with a khaki-colored glow in the air.
After two seconds, I only heard a bang. The light bomb hit the ground...the ground.
"Dodo?" The Dodo turned and looked at the pit one meter away. He called out with a rising tone. Then he shook the fat body and ran into the forest again.
"Cut...Is it wrong?" The unrecognizable expression did not show much disappointment. He just calmly collected the slingshot and said, "Forget it... this is God's will, let's do other challenges first." "But then, he whistled and went back on the road... (to be continued.)