Chapter 627 Seeking Poison in the Wilderness (Twenty-Three)

"Look, this is what I always say - make the best use of everything." Looking at the blood splashing on the sea, Gray Beard smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, he was standing on the deck of the submarine, enjoying a "shark show" with a happy face.

And the protagonist of this show...except for a few sharks attracted by the smell of blood, is naturally the pus.

The rock star never dreamed that the cause of his death would be - being shot into several holes with a musket by a pirate and then thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

"I hate hippies." After there were no bones left and the sharks had dispersed, Graybeard shook the hook in his right hand again and said, "I would rather trade a dozen hippies for one that can scrub the deck. dog."

"But I remember you said... you hate dogs..." a crew member standing nearby continued.

"Huh?" Graybeard tilted his head slightly and glared at the man, "Boy... what's your name?"

"Uh... my name is Butch, Captain." Butch's expression suddenly became solemn, "Please don't kill me, Captain."

"Bah!" Graybeard tilted his head and spat, "Am I like that kind of person who kills people randomly?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard...

"Ah——" A scream suddenly sounded from not far away.

Graybeard and Butch looked over after hearing the sound, and saw a crew member who was scrubbing the deck with a sponge mop. He happened to be hit in the eye by the spittle and fell to his feet.

"Did you see that? Butch." After Graybeard was stunned for two seconds, he straightened his expression and turned to Butch, "It's definitely a good idea to let the dog scrub the deck."

"Yes...the captain is wise." Butch nodded repeatedly.

"Hmph..." Graybeard snorted coldly and continued, "Okay, Butch, go and call the first mate over. I have something to discuss with him."

"aye_aye, sir!" Butch shouted loudly, then turned and ran away.

After the other party walked away, Gray Beard shook his head. He shrugged and muttered: "Well...which bastard was in charge of recruiting sailors when we last docked..." He raised his left hand, pinched his fingers and read, "Tom, Jerry, Butch (the above three names are all as a character in "Tom and Jerry")...What's next? Teck? I'm a drug lord, not a salesman of children's products..."

While he was talking to himself, the first mate Max Gray had arrived on the deck.

"Dad, do you want to see me for anything?" Max walked quickly to Gray Beard's side and asked in his childish voice.

"Yes, son." Graybeard replied, "Tom and the others have returned from the investigation."

"What? So fast?" When Tom and the others returned, Max was not on the deck. Hence this question.

"Well..." Graybeard continued, "After they walked across the beach and into the woods, they immediately found a person and... numerous surveillance cameras." He paused, "So they arrested that person Stay and return."

"Oh..." Max nodded and then asked, "Where are the people?"

"I threw him into the sea to feed the fish." Gray Beard replied.

"Ah?" Max's expression changed slightly, "Then...did you ask anything?"

"Asked." Graybeard said, stroking his beard. "His name is John Winston Split."

"Huh?" Max tilted his head, "Does this guy have the same name as the lead singer of Pithead?"

"The Pitheads?" Graybeard was stunned for two seconds, "Oh~ you mean those hippies?" Then, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the sea. "Hmm... Speaking of which... the guy I threw to feed the fish just now is also a hippie..."

Hearing this, an ominous feeling arose in Max's heart: "Dad, what does that man look like...can you describe it?"

"About thirty years old. He is white. He has light brown eyes, brown hair, hairstyle and dress...I don't remember. He is a hippie anyway." Gray Beard replied.

"Haha..." Max laughed dryly, "No way..." His eyes flickered and his mind raced. After more than ten seconds, his eyes suddenly widened and he said, "Dad! You just said... Tom and the others Did you find that there are many cameras on the island?”

"Well, yes." Gray Beard asked confused, "What's wrong?"

Max didn't answer, or... he didn't care to answer.

The next second, Max turned around and ran back into the submarine. His father, with an incomprehensible look on his face, was left standing alone on the deck in a daze.

About five minutes later, Max came back, holding a tablet in his hand.

"See for yourself." He turned the computer screen and raised it in front of his father.

Graybeard took the computer with one hand, looked at it for a few seconds, lowered his head and asked, "So is that hippie so famous?" He curled his lips in annoyance, "If I had known that... I should have kept him and extorted a ransom or something. of."

"Don't worry, Dad, there are many famous people on this island who can be your hostages." Max turned his face and looked at Canabis Island and said, "I already know what is going on on this island. Already..."

…………

The words are divided into two parts. Let’s look at Feng Bujue’s side.

After receiving [Yi] from Clams, he embarked on his own "challenge journey".

And the first thing he did was shoot birds.

Obviously, [shooting an Avian animal using a long-range attack method (without using any traps)] is the simplest of the five branches. Just raise your hand and fire, and the task will be completed.

However, in actual operation, Feng Bujue quickly discovered a problem.

"Hmm..." Brother Jue raised his head and looked at a branch that he shot off, and said in deep thought, "Because it's not my own body... so I don't even use my shooting specialization..."

Yes, this is the problem he faces...

Although Brother Jue's shooting expertise is average, he still has a C level. He can hit something within seven or eight meters with a slingshot, and he still has some accuracy.

But now...he is using Stephen Carbon's body. Naturally, the various abilities of this body cannot be "specialized and corrected". So... whether it can hit the target or not depends entirely on Feng Bujue himself.

To put it simply... it's like he's hitting things with a slingshot in the real world. If you want to hit, you have to aim at the right angle, calculate the force, and aim accurately...you even have to consider the target's reaction and wind direction.

"It's not good... Birds are generally small in size, and most of them stay at high places..." Feng Bujue muttered while looking for the next target, "If you get too close, the target may fly away. But it’s too far away and extremely difficult to hit..."

"dodo——dodo——"

Suddenly, two strange calls came to Brother Jue's ears, interrupting his thoughts.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was luck, maybe it was destiny, maybe it was the aura of the protagonist... In short, at the moment when Feng Bujue was in trouble, a miracle... happened.

Along with those two calls, a strange big bird came out of the forest.

Yes, this bird "walked" because it couldn't fly at all.

Feng Bujue took a closer look and quickly recognized the animal. He couldn't help blurting out: "The dodo (can be called one of the most famous extinct animals besides dinosaurs. The dodo is large in size, slow in character, They cannot fly. They have lived on the island of Mauritius for millions of years without incident, but within a hundred years after being discovered by humans, they were completely extinct due to human hunting and other human activities.) ?”

The one in front of Brother Jue is indeed a dodo. Its whole body feathers are blue-gray, with a lighter abdomen; its beak is like a vulture, slightly black; its wings are short and unable to fly; its legs are thick and yellow, like two extended chicken feet. And its most striking feature is... a tuft of curled feathers on its rump. Combined with its honest and dull image, it is very cute.

"Dodo——dodo——" The dodo seemed to have heard Brother Jue's words, and raised its head and called him twice.

"This..." Feng Bujue hesitated, "Aren't the dodos in this universe extinct yet..."

Brother Jue is not an animal protectionist, but he occasionally shows kindness randomly, inexplicably, and convulsively (this should be the case when he adopted Assas). What's more... He also knows a thing or two about such a famous animal as the dodo. So his mood at this moment... was similar to seeing a panda. Even if he knew what he should do, he would think carefully before acting.

"Alas... I can't help it. Who told you to do it..." Nearly ten seconds later, Brother Jue's ideological struggle ended. He immediately leaned over, grabbed a small piece of soil, and put it in the leather pocket of the slingshot.

After finishing the ammunition, Brother Jue stood up straight again, then spread his legs slightly, raised his left arm to the side, and pulled the bow with his right arm, tilting the slingshot to a 45-degree angle with the horizontal.

His "oblique straight-arm swing" is a slingshot style that is easy to master and has stable accuracy. Of course...a correct posture is just the foundation. It doesn't mean that if you can assume a standard posture, you will be able to hit the target with perfect accuracy.

"Huh... Such a big target, about seven meters away, we can't miss this opportunity..." Feng Bujue straightened the rubber band, already aiming properly, "In this way... a challenge is complete..."

When he said the word "end", his right hand had already been released and the projectile was fired. The moment the small piece of mud flew out of the pocket, it suddenly changed and turned into a perfectly round light bomb in the air, emitting an earthy yellow light.

Two seconds later, only a bang was heard. The light bullet hit... the ground.

"Dodo?" The dodo turned its head and looked at the pit one meter away, and called out in a rising tone. Then, it shook its fat body and ran into the forest again.

"Tch...did you miss..." Feng Bujue's expression didn't show much disappointment. He just calmly put away the slingshot and said, "Forget it...this is God's will. Let's do other challenges first. Let's go." After that, he whistled and started on the road again... (To be continued...)