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0116 isolated island
Several smaller sharks took aim at Liao Yang in the distance. They swung their tails and chased after their new prey.
In the sea, even if this person is a diving champion, he can't be faster than a shark!
But what makes humans better than animals is that humans can invent and use tools! At the critical moment, Liao Yang's hand finally caught the handle of the little shark, and then started the engine! The fan blades behind the little shark rotated, releasing a row of bubbles, dragging Liao Yang's body and shooting out quickly!
At this time, there is an isolated island ten nautical miles away.
There is only one building on the island, a huge castle. It's better to say it's a castle than a fortress. The castle is surrounded by the sea and has high walls. There is also a machine gun tower at every corner, facing the sea on all sides. Not only that, but Patriot anti-aircraft missiles were installed on a high tower behind the castle, which has become a dead end whether at sea or in the sky.
The legendary boxer, Taylor Woods, a muscular black man, was wearing an expensive sportswear, standing in the boxing ring he built in the fortress, waving his fists at the sandbags hanging on it, practicing his boxing skills.
Around him, there were no less than ten guards. These guards are all tall and strong, carry guns at their waists, are well-trained, and are all elite.
Taylor waved his fist, but his mind seemed uneasy. He swung a right hook and hit the sandbag, causing the sandbag to shake slightly.
"The last time I saw you, your right hook was much more powerful."
At this moment, a very gentle old British gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in. He stayed civilized, took off his hat, saluted Taylor slightly, and said at the same time.
"Last time, I still maintained a good cooperative relationship with the cleaners."
Taylor snorted.
"Mr. Taylor, if I were you, I wouldn't be so worried."
The old gentleman pointed around, "This is a fortress! Moreover, you are now under the protection of the British Knights of the Round Table! I really don't understand what you have to worry about."
¡°Don¡¯t underestimate the power of cleaners, they are everywhere.¡±
Taylor looked at the old gentleman warily, "Maybe you are also a cleaner!"
"You can't pretend you didn't hear this."
The old gentleman handed his gentleman's hat to the guard next to him. At the same time, he opened the collar of his tuxedo and pointed to a tattoo on his neck. The tattoo has a string of names printed on it, symbolizing his identity. "I am Bedivere among the Thirteen Knights, symbolizing loyalty!"
¡°I don¡¯t quite understand the Knights of the Round Table thing.¡±
Taylor said, "As long as you prove your ability, I will give you what you want."
"Cleaners are a cancer on society. Their power in Europe is too strong."
Bedivere emphasized, "As long as their information is disclosed, the whole world will fight against this evil organization together! In this way, your life will be better protected!"
"Are they evil?"
Taylor did not hide his ridicule, "In my opinion, you are all the same."
"Mr. Taylor, if I were you, I would be careful about my words and deeds."
Bedivere narrowed his eyes slightly, "We are helping you."
"You will also get information about the cleaners."
Taylor did not obey. "The cleaner's network cable is more important to you, right? We are all adults. Wouldn't it be better to speak more straightforwardly?"
"No, we are here to maintain justice and order in this world!"
When Bedivere said this, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his eyes were filled with divine light.
"Please trust us, Mr. Taylor Woods."
"Then protect me."
Taylor said, hitting the sandbag hard with a right hook. With a bang, the sandbag broke the padlock, flew out, hit the ground, and slid far away.
¡°I¡¯m going to take a shower, send more people to protect me!¡±
After saying that, he turned around and entered the bathroom next to him.
The two guards followed and walked into the bathroom. There were four more guards standing at the door of the bathroom, staring intently at the surrounding situation.
"poor guy."
Bedivere shook his head.
"Lord Bedivere."
At this moment??, trying to open his eyes wide, trying to see into the distance through the smoke.
"The fog is too heavy today"
¡°That¡¯s how it is on the sea.¡±
A guard was sitting in his passenger seat, holding an fn shotgun in his arms. Without raising his eyelids, he said lazily, "This place gets foggy every two days. It's too humid."
"Yeah, my skin hasn't been very good lately."
The driver took out a cigarette and knocked twice on the door, "The cigarettes are also wet Damn it, can't you bring more cigarettes?"
¡°Here, food comes first.¡±
The guard reminded him, ¡°As for cigarettes, it¡¯s good to have some.¡±
¡°I¡¯m really fed up with this job!¡±
The driver sighed.
¡°After all, it¡¯s three times the salary.¡±
The guard smoked a cigarette from his cigarette case, "As long as you give me money, I can overcome these difficulties."
"I can not!"
The driver complained, ¡°We don¡¯t even have time to enjoy afternoon tea in this wretched place! I must protest with the union and restore our afternoon tea time!¡±
"Strange habits"
"This is a way to make work more efficient! Americans like you who are full of burger smell will not understand!"
"Shut up, the ship is coming."
The transport ship passed through the white fog and stopped at the dock. Many workers got off the ship and began to move boxes of goods.
"It's time to get to work."
The guard jumped out of the car and shouted into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
¡°Boys, hurry up and check so our driver can enjoy his damn afternoon tea!¡± (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com